Chapter 8
Zoey
“Zoey? Are you feeling okay?”
I look up from the page I’ve been staring at, not really sure how long I’d blanked out. Cooper looks concerned. He must’ve been trying to get my attention for some time now.
No, I’m not feeling okay. It feels like I’ve been running a fever for two days.
I’m out of sorts and my thoughts are becoming obsessive.
It’s like I’ve been sucked into a vortex.
The dark and dangerous man has taken complete control of my mind…
and my body. To make matters worse, I’ve been wondering why he never came back last night.
Even I’m aware of how ridiculous I am for being disappointed that he didn’t make good on his promise.
And Cooper is still sitting here staring at me.
“Sorry, I’m just a little tired from staying up late to study last night. What were you saying?”
“I really want you to come tomorrow night. I’m going to win the game for you, and then I want to go back to my house and be alone with you.”
His flirtations should get me excited. For so long, I’ve wanted Cooper to ask me out. But I’m not in my right mind right now. I have desires for someone completely forbidden. For a man who is much, much older than me. Older and dangerous. And completely off limits as far as my dad is concerned.
Bones is a criminal. Good or bad, he doesn’t subscribe to the law. His reputation precedes him in this town. And my dad would never be okay with me dating a grown-ass man covered in tattoos who could very well have blood on his hands.
Cooper, a boy my age, clean cut with good grades and a bright future, is exactly who I’m allowed to date.
But the boy that’s sitting next to me, looking at me with lust burning in his eyes and that flirtatious smile, no longer appeals to me like he did two days ago.
I don’t feel anything at all for him anymore.
“I’ll be there, Cooper. Even if you don’t win the game.”
It’s the answer I should give. Someway, somehow, I need to get over this sickness and come back to reality. But…I’m not sure how I’m going to get out of the house. My dad said I need to come straight home after the game tomorrow. I’ll need to talk to Teagan. She’ll help me come up with a plan.
“Is it bad to admit that I really want to kiss you?”
I swallow back my reluctance at the thought and bite down on my lip, trying to summon a flirtatious smile. Unfortunately, he’s not the one I want to kiss. My stomach is tying up in knots at the thought.
“You’ll have to wait until tomorrow. I definitely won’t kiss before a first date.”
Thankfully, the bell rings before I have to fake any more interest. I’m too mentally strung out to be dealing with him.
I think I’m going to skip lunch again today and work in the library.
I don’t have the mental capacity to face him or anyone else.
Whatever sickness has taken over my body, I’m in need of a cure.
Every thought is revolving around whether Bones will be at my house today, still working on installing the cameras.
They left pretty late last night gathering up all their tools and looking as if they’d wrapped the job.
As soon as Teagan took off, I hid behind my curtain, watching him as he worked.
Every time those painted muscles of his forearms would flex, my body flushed from head to toe.
The butterflies making waves in my tummy.
And any time his deep voice would rumble through my window, like thunder carried in on the wind, tingles would roll down my spine. Heating me up. Making me wet.
He kept looking toward my open window, as if sensing me there.
I was certain, more like hoping, he’d come find me.
That he’d take what he wanted, force me to submit, but he never did.
He climbed onto that huge metal beast etched with silver flames, and he rode off into the night.
And I was left in my painful disappointment.
I went straight into my bathroom and drew a bath, soaking my tight nerves in the warm water.
As it ran from the faucet, filling the tub, I held my hips up, letting the heavy stream run right between my legs.
Over my clit. Pulling the rippling waves of pleasure from my body.
It built so fast as I imagined Bones storming into my room and shoving me onto my bed.
Ripping my shirt off and then my shorts.
Forcing me to spread my legs before he thrusted his cock inside my body and broke my innocent barrier.
I came so hard at the thought of him stealing my virginity.
My virginal blood coating his shaft as a wicked smirk formed on his lips.
That wild look burning in his eyes. His strong hips forcefully pumping in and out, making me come against my will.
Taking me over and over again until sweat was dripping down his chest.
I bit my tongue, so I didn’t scream as my body shattered harder than ever.
I slumped back against the porcelain tub, feeling like I’d been drained by the intensity.
Orgasms have always been so mediocre, but that one rocked me from head to toe, causing the water to slosh over the rim of my bathtub.
I laid in there, soaking my thoughts until the water ran cold.
Then, I finally got myself out and went to work on my homework.
I’m flushed all over again just thinking about it. I wish I was back at home, locked in my room, listening to that deep voice rumble through the window.
The final bell can’t come fast enough. I need to be out from these walls.