Chapter 7
Easton
Is he for real? He just shuts the lights off and expects everyone to just go to bed? It’s midnight for fuck’s sake. I’m not tired yet.
I don’t care if this was his room before, it’s my room now, too. If I don’t want to go to bed, I’m not fucking going to bed.
“Maybe I should go,” Taylor whispers.
“Don’t you dare,” I hiss in her ear.
“Easton.”
“No,” I whisper. “Let’s go wash up before bed,” I say a little louder.
I can see the funny look she gives me from the glow of the laptop. She rolls her eyes and sighs.
Closing the laptop, I slide it under the bed. As soon as we’re out of the room, I turn to her.
“Can you believe him? We were in the middle of watching a movie! He just walks in and snaps his fingers, expecting us to just shut our eyes and go to bed on his schedule?! He’s not the only one in that room. I have every right to watch a movie with my girlfriend.”
“We can still watch the movie. Let’s just put headphones on. We can share.”
“That’s not the point.” I sigh. “He’s an asshole who thinks he owns the damn world.”
Taylor’s lip curves, and I glare down at her. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“You’re being a bit of a drama queen, East.”
“No. I’m not. He wants to go to bed? Go for it. No one’s stopping him. He can put some earplugs in. But to announce it like he expects us to do what he says, when he says it. Not fucking happening, Tay.”
“It’s late. Why don’t we just go to bed? You have an early practice, I have an early class. It’s really not a big deal.”
“I’m not letting him win,” I growl.
“Win what?” She laughs.
“Okay, so here’s the plan.”
“What plan?” She groans, letting her head fall back against the wall.
“We’re gonna go pretend we’re getting ready for bed. Once we’re in bed, we’re going to have sex.”
“What?!” Her eyes bug out of her head. “Fuck no, we’re not.”
“No, not for real.” I wave her off. “But he doesn’t need to know that.”
She gives me a blank look. “So what, fake it?”
“Yeah.” I grin. “Aren’t girls pros at that?”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” She glares at me. “And honey, I get off just fine.” She winks. “Never by the hands of a man, though.”
“Hey.” I pout. “I would totally get you off.”
“Sure you could, baby.” She pats my cheek placatingly.
“You’re mean.” I glower.
“But you love me.”
“I do. And if you loved me, you would go back in there and let me have fake sex with you,” I plead.
“What every girl wants to hear her boyfriend say.” She snorts.
“Pity me. My house burned down, and I lost everything.” I pout.
“Low blow, asshole.” She sighs heavily. “Fine. Let’s go have fake sex.”
“Thank you!”
“You’re so damn weird,” she mutters, taking my hand and tugging me back into the room.
The room is dark now, with only the light from the moon shining through the window.
I have no idea if he’s sleeping yet or not, but I highly doubt it.
Lifting the blanket, I nod towards the bed. She mutters under her breath and gets in. I climb on top of her, pulling the blanket over my head so if he were to turn a light on, he can’t see.
Maybe I’m being petty and a little over the top. But if this asshole wants to tell me not to have sex with my girlfriend, then I’m going to have sex with my girlfriend.
He just doesn’t need to know it’s fake.
“Now what?” she whispers.
Shit. I don’t know. I’ve never had sex before. I mean, I’ve watched porn. It can’t be that hard, right?
“Put your legs around my waist.”
“Ugh,” she mutters, but wraps her legs around me.
“Don’t sound too eager." I chuckle.
“Oh, Easton, fuck me,” she says a little louder, and my eyes widen. “Eager enough for you?”
I bite my lip, trying to hold back my laughter.
Adjusting myself, I bring my face to the side of hers. We’re pretty much in the position for sex. This could work.
“I’m going to move, just lay there.”
“If you make one more joke about ‘that’s what women do anyway’, I will knee you in the nuts,” she whispers in my ear.
“I wasn’t,” I whisper back.
I start to wonder what the hell I’m doing as I move my hips. The bed moves, and it sounds like someone is fucking. Only it doesn’t because we’re not making any sex noise.
“Moan or something,” I hiss.
“Right, right. Faking it,” she says. “Oh,” she whimpers. “Fuck, baby, right there.”
Brat.
Closing my eyes, I try to forget my stupid plan and play into it too. I let out a few breathy grunts.
But the longer we do this, the more my mind starts to drift. I become very aware of who’s in the room with me.
Is this pissing him off, or is he getting turned on? He seemed to enjoy having someone watch him during a sexual act. Does he like watching other people?
Shit. Now I’m thinking about that night, the way he moaned, the way his face contorted in pure pleasure. The rise and fall of his chest, the way his brows furrowed together.
But most of all, the heat burning in his eyes as he came undone. The way his body moved, his chest heaving, pure lust in his gaze as he locked eyes with mine.
Fuck!
“Oh my god!” Taylor hisses in my ear. “You’re hard.”
“No, I’m not,” I choke out. Shit. I am. Fucking hell.
“You’re thinking about him, aren't you?”
“No.” My heart is pounding, all my blood flooding to my cock.
This was a bad idea, a very bad idea.
I’m so damn hard and turned on. Not because of the girl under me, but because of the guy across the room.
I totally am thinking about him. How it would feel if it were my mouth wrapped around his cock, taking him all the way down my throat. His hand in my hair, tugging as he used me for his pleasure.
I’d swallow him good, take every drop he was willing to give me.
I’m panting heavily now, my groans real. But they are groans of frustration, because I’m so turned on it’s painful.
I’m about to move when Taylor grabs my cock.
It takes me by surprise, but fuck, it feels good. She squeezes hard, making my eyes roll back. I can’t help it, I can’t hold back. I cum hard, shuddering above her as I spill my load inside my jeans.
My cock jerks under her touch, wishing it were his.
God, what is wrong with me? This is so messed up.
Reality slams back into me. I freeze as Taylor chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she whispers.
Horrified by what just happened, I scramble out of bed.
It’s not that Taylor jerked me off, that's freaking me out, I trust and love Taylor, even if it’s not in a romantic way.
It was the fact that I came wishing it was Bennett under me, not my girlfriend.
I’m not supposed to think about him that way. I’m over him. I’ve been over him for years.
I can’t let just one night ruin that.
I need to be over him. Because what other option is there? He hates me. I hate him.
Even though I really want to fuck him.
What the hell, Easton?!
Rushing out of the room, I head down the hallway to the bathroom.
Locking myself in a stall, I lean against the wall and try to breathe. My heart is racing a million miles an hour.
I can’t believe that just happened. What was I thinking?
Groaning, I look down at the wet spot in my jeans. Well, I haven’t done that since I was a teenager. Lovely.
“Easton?” Taylor’s voice makes me jump.
“Over here,” I rasp.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice is filled with remorse. “I shouldn’t have done that. I stepped over the line.”
“It’s fine.” I sigh, opening the stall door. “It was more or less me, horrified by the thoughts running through my head. Not that you were touching me.”
“Still.” She hands me a pair of boxers and sleep pants. The boxers are new. She bought them for me despite my telling her not to. And the sleep pants were her brother’s.
“Thanks.” I take them and strip out of my dirty clothes.
Taylor turns away and keeps talking. “Sometimes I forget we’re not actually dating, you know? Things just feel so comfortable, so right. Then I remember that we don’t like the opposite sex, and this isn’t real.”
“Hey.” I turn her around to face me when I’m dressed. My heart breaks when I see tears in her eyes. “Don’t cry,” I murmur. “This is real. Real for us. I love you so fucking much, Tay. You’re my world. I’d do anything for you.”
“I know,” she rasps. “The same goes for me.”
“I want you to be happy. If you being with me like this gets in the way of your happiness, I need you to tell me.”
She shakes her head, sniffing as she wipes her eyes. “It’s not. I told you I’d let you know if there was someone I want to be with.” She huffs out a sad laugh. “Well, I mean, there is, but I can’t have her.”
Sighing, I pull her into my arms and hug her. “I know.” I kiss the top of her head. “I know the feeling all too well.”
Rooming with Bennett is a bad idea. A very bad idea.
I don’t see how anything good is going to come from this. For me, or for him.
It won’t be long before we’re at each other's throats.
We head back to the room. The lights are still off, and the silence is deafening. Unable to take it, I turn on the fan next to the bed to add some white noise.
We crawl under the covers, and I pull Taylor into my arms. “Night,” she whispers.
“Night.” I kiss her forehead.
I don’t fall asleep. Instead, I lie there for what feels like hours and stare at the ceiling.
Tomorrow is going to be hell, that's for sure.
“Morning.” Taylor’s groggy voice has me smiling down at her sleepy face.
“Morning.” I chuckle. “Go back to sleep. I gotta shower and head to practice.”
“When it’s over, I’ll swing by and pick you up,” she murmurs, rolling over to bury her face in the pillow.
“Sounds good.” Leaning down, I press a kiss to her head before standing and stretching. Rubbing the sleep away from my eyes, I notice that Bennett isn’t in his bed.
Good. He must have left for practice already. The longer I can avoid an awkward moment with him, the better.
My clothing options are minimal, so digging through my dresser is quick work. I grab a pair of boxers, a black T-shirt, and jeans.
It’s not until I’m stepping into the bathroom that I realize I don't have any shampoo or body wash.