Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Everleigh
Elise - 911
P rofessor Whitlock had the doors to the lab open when I got to class, explaining that we all had a name card where our assigned seat would be. Hesitantly, I followed Amber into the large room, glancing around. There were square tables of four taking up the room, with the teacher’s desk near the front.
I found my name card in no time at one of the back tables, but horror sent a chill sweeping through me at the fact that Ashton’s was right next to mine. Amber was positioned on his other side, and Rosalie’s on mine. But the girl was nowhere to be seen.
I had a sinking feeling that Ashton was behind this. As if flirting with my best friend in the cafeteria wasn’t bad enough, he had to make sure he had access to her in class, too.
Amber shot him a flirty little smile as she took her seat, and I grumbled my dislike about the entire thing while simultaneously dropping into mine. My hands twitched as I reached for my binder and placed it on the table along with a few pens.
Professor Whitlock took the front of the room, going on and on about what we’d be doing this semester. “Teaming up with your group outside of class is highly encouraged, as you won’t get a lot of time to do it here,” she said, throwing her hands around animatedly.
I’d been excited for my second year of college up until I saw Ashton’s face. To make matters worse, I didn’t only have to deal with his bullshit in class, but we had to work outside of here, too. It wasn’t that I hated him. I could just tell that he hated me, and it made me uncomfortable. Especially after my run-in with Jameson and Kash at the ice cream shop. What would they have done to me if they’d managed to get me into that truck? My throat tightened at the thought, and I forced the imagery away.
Amber grinned, not even bothering to hide her excitement. “Looks like we’ll be working extremely close this year,” she said, looking at Ashton to gauge his reaction.
“Seems so.” He smirked. I was practically seated across from him with how spaced out our chairs were, but I didn’t miss him extending his arm beneath the table, placing a hand on her bare thigh.
For a second, just a single momentary lapse in judgement, I wanted to claw her eyes out. She might have been my best friend, but he was the guy I thought I’d always be with. He took my virginity, gave me my first kiss, loved me. Now he was touching her, flirting with her, right in front of me like what we had never fucking mattered. I couldn’t even be mad. Not logically anyways. I was the one who messed up; I was the one who cheated on him. And not with anyone, but his brother of all people, which still didn’t make sense to me. I’d never been attracted to Dakota—not like that. He was older, married even, and wasn’t nearly as good looking as his younger brother.
I’d just gotten the news about my mom’s terminal illness. I’d left my last class of the day early and heartbroken. I texted Ash, telling him that we needed to talk, and that I’d skipped school and would be at his house.
When I got there, his parents were gone, but his older brother wasn’t. So, I confided in him, explaining why I left school early. He offered me a drink. I only remembered taking the one, but I must have had more if it made me that drunk. One moment, we were sitting on Ashton’s bed. The next, he was on top of me and our clothes were off. I remembered calling out Ashton’s name, thinking it was him for a moment. But when my vision adjusted for half a second, and I realized who it really was, I asked him to stop. He obviously didn’t if Ash walked in and caught us, but everything went black, meaning he had to have been fucking me while I was unconscious.
Acid burned the back of my throat at the memory. To this day, I didn’t know how I ended up in that situation. But Ashton didn’t care to know. He started shouting, jerking his brother from my body, which snapped me awake. A thick fog was weighing me down as I watched Ash throw the first punch. He beat his brother so badly, he had to go to the hospital. And then he rounded on me.
“You’re nothing but a fucking whore, Everleigh. I was a goddamn fool for thinking I could ever trust you,” he’d seethed.
And then he left.
The other day was the first time I’d seen him since then. To say it brought up all of those old emotions was the understatement of the century. I was half torn between grabbing him to make him hear me out and running in the opposite direction. I ended up going with the latter. Especially when he looked at me the way he had—like he wanted to burn me alive and piss on my ashes.
As if somehow sensing where my train of thought had wandered off to, Ash’s lips curled into a snarl. He probably thought I was over here fantasizing about his brother, but hell no I wasn’t.
If Chemistry was bad, then Biostatistics was even worse. Jameson and Kash were seated on the far right side when I entered, my stomach hollowing out when our eyes connected.
I was so used to the funny, outgoing version of Jameson, so when he shot me a lethal glare, it had my chest constricting. I shouldn’t have thought it would go any differently than my run-in with him yesterday had. He was an asshole on a mission. I dropped down near the front of the room, my heart beating a mile a minute. The boys I used to hold so closely to my heart all hated me. But I shouldn’t have thought it would be any different. After the incident, they all blocked me on everything.
I chewed on my lower lip nervously, the tension in the air so thick that it weighed on my shoulders. Part of me was mad that they didn’t at least ask my side of the story, but the other part of me knew it didn’t matter. If they had, I wasn’t sure what I’d tell them. That I’d been so drunk that I didn’t even know what was happening? It wasn’t a very good excuse.
It just hurt seeing them look at me the way they were.
Professor Marshall gave us our books today and had us go over the first chapter. My head was so scrambled that I couldn’t even concentrate, and I had to work tonight to top it all off.
The day dragged on agonizingly slowly, and I was about to head to my last class of the day when some random girl stopped me in the hall with an iced latte clasped between her manicured fingernails. She was pretty, with long orange hair, and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. I’d never seen her before, so she must have been a freshman.
“Jameson wanted me to give you this,” she said, showing me the beverage in her hands.
I swallowed thickly. “Tell him to fuck off.”
She nodded, popping the lid off the cup. “He thought you’d say that.”
Before I even knew what was happening, she was throwing the drink on me. A gasp got lodged in my throat, the cold liquid seeping through my clothes and down my shirt.
Excited murmurs erupted all around me, my eyes locking with Briley’s down the hallway who just stood there like a deer in headlights. Not that I expected her to interfere. It didn’t concern her. I heard the flash of a few phone cameras, humiliation sending tremors through my body.
I shoved past the redhead making her stumble, but she just giggled as I stormed down the hallway. I was willing to let them have their little glaring contests and snide remarks, but to have someone throw a fucking drink on me? Low fucking blow.
I pushed through the bathroom door, grabbing a paper towel and soaking it in water. How was it that Jameson already had little bitches he could throw his dirty work off on? It was his first fucking day for crying out loud. But I suppose when you were as hot as he was, nothing was a challenge. Rage simmered beneath my skin as I glared at the light brown stains coating my white blouse. He wasn’t the only person with minions. I was captain of the soccer team, and Lucas was head of a goddamn fraternity, as well as captain of the boys’ soccer team. I’d never felt the need to ask for personal favors before because I didn’t view people like they were pawns. But shit if I wasn’t tempted.
I blew out a sigh, bracing my palms on the edge of the sink.
It was one thing after another. It felt like I was drowning in bullshit at this point, and I had a sinking feeling that with these assholes around, it was only going to get worse. It’s been over three years since me and Ash broke up, and they clearly haven’t let my betrayal go. I didn’t blame Ash, it probably hurt like a son of a bitch. But Jameson was acting like I betrayed him, too.
I needed to get my point across to Jamie that I wasn’t to be fucked with. He was screwing with my schooling at this point, and it wasn’t okay. Getting my degree was my ticket out of here. My ticket to save my family.
Tearing my blouse from my body, I tucked it into my bag and peered into the mirror. Wearing a sports bra to class wasn’t ideal, but at least my professor can say that I tried when they inevitably told me to go home.
The bra wrapped around my body, stopping above my ribs. It was crisscrossed in the back and had a plunging neckline. The bra was so tight because it had to offer support somehow, that it pushed my breasts up. I pulled my high-waist leggings over the small amount of pudge that had been on display prior.
Bracing myself, I pushed off the bathroom counter, slung my bag over my shoulder, and stormed out into the hall. Since we were in between classes, the hallway was bustling—much to my dismay. There were people coming and going every which way, their eyes widening as I stormed past. I didn’t miss the catcalls and wolf whistles. My hands were shaking at my sides, yearning to punch the dickhead in the face again. I didn’t even bring an extra change of clothes today because Coach had stressed that today was only a meeting to go over our upcoming games and the rules on the field.
I probably looked like an angry goblin as I stomped my feet down the hall, my fury so potent that I was sure the people walking by could feel it. When I rounded the corner, I bumped into a hard, solid chest of muscle. The guy latched onto my bare waist instinctively to help steady me, but when I glanced up, my stomach dropped.
I shoved against Ashton’s chest, forcing him to stumble back a step. When he realized it was me, his upper lip curled in disgust, his eyes drifting down my body that had matured a lot more since the last time he’d seen it.
“Tell Jameson I got his message loud and clear, asshole,” I spat.
I didn’t wait for a response. I only had one more class and then I could be done with school for the day. So, I barged through the door at the end of the hall.
The room fell silent as soon as I entered, but that was short-lived. The class erupted in murmurs, and I distinctly heard the word whore uttered. I was so tired of being called a slut and a whore at this point; it just pissed me off more. I was hoping to God that I didn’t have this class with any of the guys, but a quick glance around the room told me that had been wishful thinking. Kash was seated near the left, amusement dancing in his eyes as he took note of me. Great. A class with Ashton. A class with Jameson. And two classes with Kash. I was starting to wonder if they somehow planned this shit. Anything to get under my skin.
Professor Morisson spluttered at the sight of me, adjusting his spectacles on the bridge of his nose. “Ms. Knight…where is your shirt?”
I was shaking with pent up anger and on the verge of combusting, but I reined it in, knowing that snapping at my professor would probably get me a personal meeting with the dean. So, I smiled as sweetly as I could, even as the class roared with laughter.
“Someone spilled their drink all over my shirt.”
He nodded, not seeming the smallest bit surprised. Like this was a normal fucking occurrence between students. “Very well. Have a seat.” He sighed.
I slipped into my assigned seat, which I realized too late was behind Kash. An internal groan got lodged in my throat. This was going to be the longest year ever.
When I got home, I quickly bathed myself and then gave Emma a bath. Briley usually watched the kids so I could work, so I didn’t have to worry about that. I popped a frozen pizza in the oven, knowing it would be at least twenty minutes before it was ready and cool enough for them to eat.
While that was heating up, I went to my mom’s room to check on her. She was rolled on her side, the blanket tugged over her shoulders. Her breathing was even as she slept. She’s been sleeping a lot more lately, and it worried me. Every time I had to leave the house, I was afraid that I’d come home to her lifeless body. Tate and Emma would never recover from that, but it was a very high possibility that it could happen. Hell, what if they found her dead first? It wasn’t something I wanted to think about. But she was diagnosed four years ago, and the doctor told me that most people who developed heart disease didn’t make it past three years. I even looked it up and the statistics just verified that.
Closing her door as gently as possible, I moved back into my room. My work uniform was on my bed where I’d left it, so I slipped the outfit on and threw my hair up into a high ponytail.
The kids were arguing from the kitchen, Emma crying over something Tate said to her. I pinched the bridge of my nose, my stress levels at an all time high. My mind kept wandering back to Jameson and how he had someone throw a drink at me. It was a far cry from the boy who used to eat popcorn with me on the couch and hold me close. He used to make me feel so safe. Now, he was out to torment me.
Part of me wanted to hate him for it, but another part of me knew I never could.
Once the pizza was done, I set the table and ushered everyone into the kitchen. Briley was staring at me like I was a bomb ready to go off at any given moment.
“You okay?” she asked.
I swallowed before nodding. “Just high school bullshit,” I muttered.
“Yeah…I heard—well, saw is probably more accurate.” She huffed a laugh. “There’s a video circulating of Jessie throwing that drink on you in the hall. Someone even made a GIF out of it.” She paused, glancing at me with weary eyes. “Do you want to see it?”
If I clenched my teeth any harder, they’d shatter. “No, Briley. I don’t want to fucking see it.” My words came out slow and uncontrolled, but I was losing my shit.
I’d been a victim of bullying before. Back in high school, Crystal had made it her mission to torture me. But this was so much worse. It was personal . And as soon as Ashton snapped his fingers, she stopped. This wouldn’t end that quickly. I was desperately hoping it was a one-time thing. That after the first week passed, they’d forget all about me. I had too much on my plate to worry about ex-boyfriend drama.
“Will you make sure they eat?” I asked, blowing out a breath. Maybe work would help me keep my mind off this shit. “And make sure Tate takes a shower. Oh, and don’t forget to have them brush their teeth. They’ll both lie about it if you don’t physically check. I always do the breath test, and?—”
Briley was staring at me incredulously. “Bitch, chill. You act like I’ve never done this before.”
I snorted a laugh. “You’ve been hanging out with me and Amber way too much.”
Amber would always call me a bitch. It was in a friendly way, but to hear my sister do it, it was hysterical. She arched an eyebrow, trying to steer me back to the conversation at hand.
“I know you have. I just get anxious every time I have to leave them. I wish things didn’t have to be this way.”
Her expression softened. “I know. But we’ll get through it. Just like we have been.”
I nodded and started for the door before pausing. “Oh. And don’t forget to have them in bed by nine.”
“Everleigh,” she groaned. “Just go.”
I stepped outside, my skin crawling with nerves. My chest was tight with the knowledge of them having to be here without me for the next six hours. Anything could happen in that time frame. Even though I’d been doing this for over a year now, it didn’t get easier.
My hand tightened around the rusted keys in my palm, my breathing picking up speed. I’d never been an anxious person. Not until Mom got sick, lost her job, and moved us to the ghetto side of Brookhaven. A part of me wanted to hunt down my piece of shit father and demand he take responsibility for his actions. We lived in a narrow street that had run-down houses decorating either side. They were the kinds of houses that gang bangers would live in and cook their dope in. Sometimes, when I came home late after work, I could smell the faint scent of meth. It was bitter, disgusting, and made my stomach curl anytime I got a whiff.
House robberies weren’t a foreign concept, especially on this side of town. Which was precisely why I made sure the door was locked, even if it was the middle of the day, and I was home. I’ve seen enough stories about what happened in this part of Brookhaven. We lived on the Northside—the most dangerous side of town. It was a far fall from the Southside where luxury homes and gated communities resided. That’s where me and Ash lived before everything went to hell. It was also where my college was.
I slipped into the drivers’ seat, trying to calm my nerves. Just a few weeks ago, a young girl was abducted on this side of town. Went missing right out of her front yard. She hadn’t been much younger than Briley. Sixteen, if I remembered correctly.
It didn’t take long to reach the diner. It was located right on the edge of Northside and was a neutral ground for all kinds of people. We’d get bikers, gangsters, and even the mafia princess stepped foot in here from time to time, flanked by her subjects. I would have never guessed she was involved in the crime that went on here. She was gorgeous, clad in leather and had midnight, silky hair. It was one of my co-workers who filled me in. Apparently, they were well known around these parts.
Bianca Belvedere. Italian mafia princess.
Blowing out a breath, I stepped out of my vehicle and trudged through the darkened parking lot. The lights within the diner bled out onto the pavement outside, causing a shiver to roll down my spine.
Once I stepped foot in the building, my shoulders dropped a fraction with relief. I was always paranoid that someone was going to snatch me up and do unspeakable things to me before throwing me in a ditch to rot. I’d be on the news, my mom would be too sick to know the difference, and my siblings would probably end up in foster care once the police realized the state my mother was in.
Silverware clattered against plates and bowls, filling the room with the annoying, yet all too familiar sound. Voices were loud as they spoke animatedly about the news, weather, and everything in between. Being a server did have its perks, though. How else was I supposed to hear all the gossip that was spreading like wildfire around the town?
I clocked in, put my notebook in the pocket of my apron after tying it, and waited behind the counter. The money wasn’t great here, especially since I couldn’t work full time. But sometimes we’d get a few overly generous customers that made our night worth it.
A frazzled brunette hurried over to me with a flushed face, her pulse fluttering against her neck. “Oh, Everleigh. I’m so glad you’re here. It’s been busy since I got here.” She glanced at the door that had opened moments behind me and frowned. “I’m next on rotation, but would you mind taking them for me? I already have five tables.”
I smiled reassuringly. “Sure, Viv. I got it.”
She returned a grateful smile, like I just offered her the world. But I knew how it could be sometimes. When we were understaffed and it was a busy night, it felt like the world was weighing on your shoulders. Especially when the biker gang rolled in.
I glanced down at the seating chart that was taped to the top of the counter, my eyes skimming over it until I located mine.
“Any day now,” a bitter voice snapped, slicing through my thoughts, and jumbling them once more.
I forced a tight smile, my patience running extremely thin after the day I’ve had. My gaze jerked to the new customer’s, forcing my stomach to hollow out in response.
Crystal fucking Hopkins.
We’d been on neutral ground ourselves since attending the same college, but apparently that went out the window as soon as Ashton made his grand appearance. She’s always had a thing for him. Even going as far as to attempt getting him to cheat on me with her. When he finally shut her down, quite sternly at that, she backed off and snagged Kash up instead.
Two of her new college buddies that she’d befriended last year stood on either side of her, paired with a couple guys I recognized from Lucas’s fraternity.
“Right,” I muttered, grabbing a handful of menus. “This way.”
I rounded the counter and made my way toward the back of the diner, placing the menus at a table that would fit all of them.
“What if we wanted a booth?” Crystal demanded, dropping a manicured hand to her hip. Her blue eyes narrowed, and I knew right then that she wasn’t going to make this easy on me.
Sighing, I turned to face her. “We don’t have a booth big enough for the five of you.”
The guy standing next to Crystal trailed his gaze over my body. The uniform consisted of a black skirt that reached my upper thighs and a white button-down shirt with black buttons and a black outline around the collar of it. Oh, and we couldn’t forget the black pantyhose. While calling it the diner , didn’t do it much justice, it was fitting. The diner was huge in size and prided themselves on professionalism and classy attire.
The guy’s name was on the tip of my tongue, but I had to work a bit harder than expected to find it. Finally, it hit me like a lightning bolt.
Colton Fisher, AKA Colt.
“You’re Lucas’ girl, right?” he asked.
His light brown hair swept across his forehead, and I had to admit, he wasn’t bad to look at. He had sharp features, brown eyes, and naturally tan skin. Not to mention that broad chest that had his shirt clinging to his body like a lifeline from years of playing football and hitting weights.
Crystal’s friend scowled at me, wrapping her arms around Colt’s, holding him possessively against her. I immediately recognized her, having had a few run-ins with the bitch myself. “Stop eye-fucking my boyfriend, tramp,” Allison hissed.
I was about to tell her I wasn’t, but I’d definitely been admiring his body, so maybe I’d just keep that to myself. Shrugging, I laid the menus on the table. “Wasn’t eye-fucking him. Was trying to remember what his name was,” I finally said, despite my recent internal battle.
If I wasn’t in a relationship, and had no problem doing casual, then I’d let that boy do things to my body that would get me burned alive in church. He was just as attractive as Ashton, Jameson, and Kash.
They all dropped into the seats around the table, looking at me with varying expressions of distaste, except for the two boys that were with them. They looked like they wanted to pounce, and I didn’t hate it all that much.
Maybe it was pent-up sexual frustration, because right now, the mail man sounded appealing. And he was old.
I snorted at that. I needed to get laid. Maybe I’d see if Lucas would let me crash there tonight.
They all rambled off their drink orders, which I quickly wrote down and then left them to it, thrilled to get away from their table. I got to work fixing their drinks. But my mind was on another planet. Emma’s face flashed in my mind, her innocence so refreshing that it made me want to shelter her forever. She was in the purest stages of childhood, where she still believed in fairytales and white knights. How disappointed she’ll be when she found out that the world was a much darker place.
Sighing, I lined all the drinks up on a black tray, making sure they were positioned correctly so none of them fell. Dragging the tray to the edge of the counter, my hand flattened beneath it, and I lifted.
I approached the table with drinks in hand, easily dodging Crystal’s foot that had been extended in an attempt to trip me. She’s done that one too many times over the years, and I was more cautious around her because of it.
I smiled sweetly, my eyes narrowing at her. She smirked in response, lifting her shoulder in a nonchalant shrug.
I passed the drinks out and started on their meal order before putting it into the system for the cooks. I knew no one from my table planned on tipping me. They were bitches. So, I hoped to God that another table came in soon.
Vivienne blew out a breath as she moved to stand beside me behind the counter. Her hands were wrapped around her narrow waist as she glanced around the bustling diner.
“Caught up?” I asked.
“Finally.” She huffed, brushing a sweaty strand of hair behind her ear.
While I waited on the food for my table, I busied myself with wiping down dirty surfaces and restocking. The remainder of my shift was busy, and I walked out with around four-hundred dollars. That was the best night I’d had in a while. Crystal did actually tip me, telling me that by the looks of it, I could use it. It was a five-dollar bill. Colt slipped me a twenty to make up for it though, once his friends had already walked outside.
As soon as I got home, I showered, checked on my family, and sent Briley a text, telling her I’d be at Lucas’s for the night.
The drive to the fraternity was long. Probably because it was on campus, and I lived a good fifteen minutes from the Southside. The building towered over me, surrounded by freshly cut grass, and a yard that extended on both ends, pouting into the woods behind it.
This was where most of the parties were held, and of course, the other frat houses and sororities held parties, too. But this one was the most popular. Lucas was good at being in charge. He was kind, outgoing, took all their feelings into consideration even though he was higher on the social ladder. I never cared about that kind of thing much, because of typical stereotypes. When you thought about the popular crowd, you thought of people like Crystal, who bullied everyone beneath her and used others as a means to an end. Lucas wasn’t like that, though. He was popular because of his openness—because of his caring nature.
I sent him a quick text before stepping out onto the pavement. A few of the upstairs lights were on, but for the most part, the frat was asleep. Grabbing my bag, I threw it over my shoulder and started up the pathway to the mansion.
The door opened before I reached it and Lucas stepped out wearing a T-shirt and some sweats, making him look a lot different than how he dressed during classes. I preferred him like this. When he didn’t have a care in the world and could just be himself.
His bright smile lit up the darkness blanketing us. It had relief spilling through me, thankful that he wasn’t annoyed with me showing up so late and on short notice. As soon as I was in touching distance, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into the warmth of his chest. His hair was ruffled, like he’d been tossing and turning in bed with restlessness. He grabbed a handful of my ass which sent a spike into my hungry libido. Craning my neck, I allowed my lips to brush against his.
We started dating last year. He’d been a persistent little fucker, but I was glad I’d given in. Even if my life was in shambles at the moment, and probably for the foreseeable future. Being with him made me feel like an average college student. Like there wasn’t a war waging around me or at my house. He leaned against the building right next to the door that he’d pulled closed moments before, pulling me against him with hungry determination. I rubbed against him with that same ferocity, sucking his lower lip between my teeth. A groan rumbled through his chest at the action, his hands drifting beneath my shirt, trailing a pattern of heat up the skin there. I’d put my work skirt back on without the pantyhose, knowing he’d like it. I was bare underneath for easier access, which he’d figure out soon enough.
He was panting when he pulled away, his eyes ignited with hunger. “You want to head upstairs?”
“Let’s do it right here.” I grinned, dropping my bag on the porch.
Hesitation flashed across his face. He wasn’t the ballsy type of guy—the kind that would have sex out in the open and risk being caught. But to me, it sounded hot as fuck. The mere thought of it had my legs tightening, and my breaths coming out in short, fast bursts.
“Someone could see.” He motioned to the windows above us, but I was too far gone to even give a shit about that.
“What are the chances of someone peeking through their window at this hour?”
I didn’t give him the opportunity to fight me on it, though. I reached forward, grabbing his hard dick through his pants. He hissed in response, dropping his head back against the house with a thud.
A smirk curled around the edges of my mouth, my fingers working to his waistband. Pausing for a fraction, my eyes met his. This time, there was no reluctance there, just pure desire. Excitement shot through my core and I pulled his pants down past his thighs before dropping to my knees. My tongue slid against the tip of his cock, my other hand pumping him up and down before I wrapped my lips around him and started sucking just how he liked.
“Fuck, Everleigh.” He grunted, winding a hand in my hair.
This only spurred me on. My cheeks hollowed out, bringing him to the brink of an orgasm, but I pulled back before he could release and then rose to my feet.
“Fuck me,” I panted.
I reached into my bra, pulling out a condom. I always came prepared. Unprotected sex wasn’t an option, regardless of how turned on I was. Not when money was tight, and insurance didn’t exist for people like me.
He grabbed me by the waist, turning me until my back hit the wall. He reached beneath my skirt, running his fingers through my slit before he released a ragged breath.
A flirty smile twisted my lips as he rolled the condom on, but it turned into a shocked gasp when he hoisted me up without warning and plunged inside of me. My arms wound around his neck, his hips slapping against me. As hot as this was, I needed more. He wasn’t necessarily lacking in the dick department; he just didn’t know how to use it the way I wanted.
My fingernails bit into the material of his shirt, my back scraping against the hard exterior of the building behind me.
His grunts filled the silent air, but it was all wrong.
Closing my eyes, Ashton’s face flashed through my mind, making my pussy clamp down around the boy fucking me. He moaned out in response, but to me, it was an afterthought. All I could think about was how Ash used to fuck me. Hard and with so much ruthlessness that it felt like he hated me. Then, he’d hold me close and make me feel loved.
My teeth clamped down on my lower lip as I tried to imagine what that would feel like after not having sex like that in so long. The imagery was hot enough, though, making me shatter around my boyfriend’s dick in seconds.
Lucas’s voice pulled me from those thoughts of betrayal. He was panting, grunting, snapping his hips against mine in jerky movements. It was completely uncoordinated.
He came into the condom before setting me down on my feet. I quickly adjusted my skirt and leaned against the building, my thoughts a jumbled mess. Since when did I have to think about my ex-boyfriend in order to get off?
Guilt twisted my stomach, even though I’d never utter a word of it to anyone. Not even Amber.
For the first time since we started dating, I contemplated breaking up with Lucas to put him out of his misery. Or… my misery. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be with Lucas anymore; things were just complicated in my world right now. But when Lucas pulled me into his chest, running a hand down the back of my head in a comforting motion, I melted against him. Maybe Ash and Jameson were right. I was nothing more than a whore and a slut.