Twenty
Fallon
P leasure courses through my body, making me squirm against the sheets. His raspy chuckle flutters into my ears, pulling me completely from my sleep. My eyes fly open as his hot tongue swipes through my pussy.
“Well look who decided to open their beautiful eyes finally,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh.
I groan, spreading my legs wider for him. “You’re up early.”
“Couldn’t sleep,” he admits, licking my clit. “You’re too hot to resist.”
I laugh, running my fingers through his thick hair. “Well, you have my full attention now. Don’t stop.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me and making me gasp. His tongue plunges into my entrance, fucking me with it. I moan, arching my back as his fingers dig into my thighs.
“Fuck, Remy,” I breathe, feeling myself getting close.
He hums, the sound sending me over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me, making me scream his name. He doesn’t stop, licking and sucking until I’m a trembling mess. Then he begins crawling up my body, nipping and sucking along the way.
“Morning, little fox.” He’s smiling at me like a little boy who just got a present. I can feel the blush rush from my chest to my face which I blame for being so pale.
“Go on a date with me.” It’s not a question. His smoldering electric blue eyes lock onto mine, leaving no room for refusal.
“What? Really?” I ask, flustered. He can’t just spring that on me after waking me up with his tongue. I feel like my brain short circuited somewhere.
“Really,” he replies, a slow smile spreading across his face. His eyes don’t waver, locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race. “I’m not asking,” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss me. His lips brush against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.
“Where are you taking me?” I whimper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. Remy’s grip tightens slightly, giving me a reassuring squeeze.
“You’ll see,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. “It’s a place that means a lot to me. Somewhere I’ve never taken anyone before.” My eyes shoot up, because now my interest is piqued.
“Okay.” I nod. “What do I need to wear?”
Remy’s lips curl into a teasing smile. “Something comfortable,” he replies, the hint of mystery still lingering in his voice. “And warm. It can get chilly.”
As the words leave his lips, a flutter of nervousness settles in my chest. I try to steady my breathing, but the anticipation of what’s to come makes my heart race. My mind spins with possibilities, each more intriguing than the last.
I muster a smile, hoping to hide my anxiety. “Got it,” I say, my voice betraying a slight tremor. “Comfortable and warm. I need to go back to my dorm anyways.”
“I’ll take you.” He’s off the bed the next second, throwing on some clothes.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. My car should be here anyways,” I try to say coolly. Rowyn and Lyndsy would flip out if they saw Remy drop me off. I feel like I should have told them sooner that things…escalated. I mean Rowyn knows about the game night, but she’s still worried about me. I just really don’t want the whole firing squad this early in the morning.
Remy pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What aren’t you telling me?”
I swallow hard, trying to steady my nerves. “It’s just... Rowyn and Lyndsy,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “They worry about me, and if they see you dropping me off, they’ll freak out. I don’t want to deal with that right now.”
His jaw ticks, anger flashing through his eyes. “Why don’t you want people to know about us, Fallon?” he demands, frustration evident in his tone.
I take a deep breath, my heart pounding. “It’s not that I don’t want people to know,” I say, my voice trembling slightly. “It’s just... complicated. They know your reputation and have warned me several times.” I look down at my hands wringing together in my lap. I don’t want to see his disappointment.
He stays silent for a moment, the tension hanging thick in the air. “Reputation?” he finally says, his voice calm but edged with a hint of hurt. “I didn’t realize you would be one for gossip.”
“It’s not that,” I say quickly, feeling the sting of his words.
“You don’t want anyone to know about us. Just like your text last night didn’t mention you were with me,” he says, the edge in his voice cutting deep.
My heart sinks. “That’s not fair, Remy,” I reply, my voice trembling. “Until last night you were still hell bent on bullying me. Of course I haven’t told anyone!”
Remy’s expression hardens, his eyes narrowing. “I’ve changed, Fallon. I’m not that guy anymore. But it feels like you’re ashamed of us, like you don’t want anyone to know we’re together.” Anger slaps me in the face.
“You have no right to be angry at me! I’ve been the one dealing with your shit and it was just last night you ‘changed’ your mind about me“ I snap, my voice trembling with frustration.
Remy’s eyes blaze with fury. “You think it was easy for me? You think I haven’t been struggling with this too? I’m trying to make things right, Fallon, but you’re making it impossible!”
I can’t hold back anymore. “Impossible? You’re the one who’s making demands! You’re the one who hurt me! You don’t get to just waltz into my life and expect everything to be okay. You can’t just expect me to forget everything and pretend like it never happened.”
He clenches his fists, his jaw tight. “I’m not asking you to forget. I’m asking you to give us a chance. To let me prove that things are different between us.”
“I’m scared, okay? Are you happy now?” The weight of my confession hangs in the air, heavy and raw. Tears begin pooling in my eyes, and I jump from the bed to slip my dress from last night on. Remy’s anger seems to waver, replaced by a flicker of something else—concern, regret, maybe even understanding.
“Have you ever even had a girlfriend?”
His chest rises and falls as he takes a deep breath. “No,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “Does that mean I can’t start now? Maybe no one ever sparked my interest the way you did. No one’s ever gotten so far under my skin. I’m so wrapped up in you that I don’t know where I begin and you end. But I’m not going to be your secret. Either we’re in this together, or we’re not. I just want us to be real.” The finality of his voice makes me flinch away.
I look up at him, my eyes burning with tears. “Real? You want real? Fine. Here’s real: I’m terrified of getting hurt. I’m terrified of what everyone will think. But most of all, I’m terrified of you breaking my heart.”
He steps closer, but I take a step back. “Don’t,” I warn, my voice cracking. “Just don’t.”
The room feels like it’s closing in on me, the weight of our words pressing down. Last night’s dinner fiasco, then the beach and now here, my mind is reeling from the past twenty four hours. I can’t take it anymore. I need to get out, to breathe.
“I can’t do this right now,” I declare. Before he can respond, I grab my things and storm out, slamming the door behind me. As I walk away, tears streaming down my face, I can still feel the echoes of our fight, the unresolved tension lingering in the air.
I hear him call my name, but it only fuels my determination to get away. Running down the stairs, I almost trip but someone catches me. I look up, seeing green eyes staring back at me.
The stranger steadies me, his grip firm yet gentle. I try to pull away, to continue my escape, but the concern in his eyes makes me pause.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his voice soft but steady.
I nod, swallowing hard. “I’m fine,” I manage to say, even though my voice wavers. “Just need to get out of here.”
“Remy is a good guy. He’s just…intense,” he finally says. Hearing his name snaps my mind back into focus.
“Intense is one word for it,” I mutter, the emotions still raw and overwhelming.
“Nix,” Remy growls behind me. The sound of his voice, filled with fury, makes my blood run cold. He sees Nix’s hand on my arm, helping steady me. Before I can react, he’s closing the distance, eyes blazing with fury.
“Get your hands off her,” Remy snarls, shoving Nix away from me. The force of his push sends Nix stumbling back, but he quickly regains his balance.
Nix holds up his hands defensively, a look of frustration crossing his face. “Relax, I was helping her,” he says, his voice low and measured. “She tripped. You wouldn’t know anything about helping, would you?”
Remy’s face contorts with fury. He looks like a predator ready to strike. “Don’t you dare,” he hisses, his words laced with venom. “She’s mine.”
“Mine, huh?” Nix scoffs, stepping closer to Remy. The air crackles with tension, the threat palpable. “You think ownership works that way? She’s a person, Remy. Not your property.”
I try to intervene, to pull them apart before things escalate, but my voice is caught in my throat. Fear, a cold, gnawing feeling, twists in my stomach. I’m caught between two powerful forces, each one fueled by an intensity that scares me. Remy’s eyes are wild, reminding me too much of my father’s during his worst moments. Anxiety coils through my body, suffocating me.
“She’s running from you,” Nix continues, his voice still low but unwavering. “Maybe you should ask yourself why.” He glances at me, a flicker of understanding in his eyes, then turns back to Remy. “Maybe she’s not yours to ‘own’ at all.”
Remy lunges, his fist aimed at Nix’s jaw. Hearing the impact makes me want to vomit. I scream, a sharp cry that echoes through the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Remy, stop,” I plead, my voice shaking. His eyes snap to mine with a look I’ve never seen before, and I can feel my face pale. Nix takes the opportunity to punch Remy back, pushing him backward against the railing.
The house erupts in chaos as a third figure intervenes. A guy with a similar build as Remy and Nix, his face etched with worry. He steps between Remy and Nix, his arms outstretched.
“Stop it, both of you! Fuck, Remy. What’s your problem?”
Remy pauses, his hand hovering in mid-air, his eyes narrowing at Nix, then he drops it to his side. Both of their faces are bleeding. I think Remy busted Nix’s lip, but he definitely got a decent hit in himself. The whole scene makes me sick to my stomach.
Remy doesn’t answer, but his fury slowly recedes, replaced by a simmering resentment. He looks at me, his gaze intense, before finally turning away and stalking off down the hallway, disappearing around a corner.
“I’m Gray,” he sighs, his shoulders slumping with relief. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice full of concern. “Do you need anything?”
“You’re Lyndsy’s brother?” I don’t think I mean it to come out as a question, more of a realization.
He chuckles, running his hands through his blond hair. “I am. And you must be Fallon.” I nod, not really knowing what to say and desperately wanting to get out of this house before I collapse on the floor in a quivering mess from the looming panic attack.
“I’m just going to go.” I point to the open front door, my escape. He nods in understanding. I take one last look up the stairs, equally hoping to see him and to not.
“We’ll take care of him,” he reassures me, making me thankful that he has friends who understand him. Even if he just punched one of them. “Don’t give up on him. He’s never cared for someone the way he does you.”
My stomach churns at his words. Even as I flee this house, even as I’m terrified of Remy’s obsession, Gray’s words linger. The truth of his statement weighs heavily on me. Remy is different with me, his intensity palpable, and his possessiveness unnerving. But is it love? Is it obsession? Both?
I turn back, the front door a mere escape route, and look at Gray. He stands there, his expression a mix of worry and hope. He’s Remy’s best friend, the one who understands him better than anyone. But he’s also the one who witnessed Remy’s anger firsthand, the one who knows how volatile he can be.
“I don’t know,” I breathe, my voice a mere mumble. “I’m scared.”
“He’s scared too,” Gray replies, his voice gentle. “He’s afraid of losing you. That’s why he acts like he does.”
His words feel like a double-edged sword. They offer an explanation, a glimpse into Remy’s turmoil, but they also make me question my own feelings. Is my fear justified? Or am I dismissing something real, something deeper, something that could be genuine?
“Thanks,” I murmur before I turn on my heels and head out of the front door. The cool morning air hits my face and I take in a deep breath, hoping to calm my nerves.
“Breathe, Fallon,” I whisper to myself. Everything starts to close in around me. My chest tightens like a vice, squeezing the air from my lungs. I clutch at my shirt, desperate for a full breath, but each one feels shallow and strained. My heart races, each beat louder and more insistent, like a drum in my ears.
The world begins to spin, the edges of my vision blurring. Cold sweat beads on my forehead, trickling down my temples. My hands tremble uncontrollably, and I can feel the tears stinging my eyes, blurring my sight even more.
I press my back against the wall of their house, trying to ground myself, but the overwhelming sense of fear and helplessness only grows stronger. My thoughts spiral out of control, each one more frantic than the last.
“Dammit, breathe, Fallon,” I whimper, but the words feel hollow, lost in the chaos raging inside me.
I close my eyes, trying to focus on something—anything—to pull me out of this downward spiral. The noise, the sensation, the overwhelming pressure...it all builds to a deafening crescendo, and I feel like I’m about to be swallowed whole by it. My body sags against the house, slowly sliding down until I’m on my ass. I bury my face in my trembling hands as I suck in deep, labored breaths. It feels like an eternity of me sitting there until I can finally stand.
The walk back to my dorm is quiet. I didn’t want to ask where the keys were to my car. I’ll get them later, and the walk seems to help the anxiety that had been coursing through me.
I fall onto my bed as soon as I get to my room, hoping I can sleep the rest of the day away.