Chapter Fifteen
Hollis
I blink awake when someone shakes me. Roan’s golden-brown eyes blaze with fire as he stares me down.
“Don’t go to sleep,” he orders, his words gravelly.
Funny how just a couple of days ago, I said the same thing to him. I’m not sure how much time has passed, but Cal and another guy are no longer in the bed with us. The cabin has been darkened and the fire from the fireplace glows brightly. People are hooting and laughing beyond the cabin doors. It’s then I realize I’m alone with Roan.
Naked.
Heat burns up my spine, warming my still chilled flesh. My lungs hurt from sucking in so much water and my extremities still tingle. As though in tune to my thoughts, Roan rubs his cold feet against mine.
“I can’t swim.” I don’t know why I need to say the words, but I do. “My, uh, my dad tried to teach me, but I always panicked. When I would panic, he’d get pissed off. I knew it would happen, so I started coming up with excuses not to go in the first place. I wasn’t a disappointment if I never gave him anything to be disappointed about.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, hating that I see my dad’s scowl as we stand in the middle of our pool. Him yelling at me to “fucking try.” Me trying and failing. The crying. The pain in my stomach, which is always worse when he’s angry.
“Fuck your dad.”
I’m jerked from the past and pop my eyes open. Roan’s stare heats me to my bones. His face is so close to mine. I like the way his body is touching mine. A truce. I’m tired of being at war.
“I thought I was going to die,” I croak, my body trembling.
Roan inches closer, his nose rubbing along my cheek as though he’s inhaling me. His lips are on my skin when he says, “But you didn’t. I saved you.”
Turning toward his hot mouth, I chase down what I desperately need. Him. My lips—cold and chapped—brush along his. He sucks in a breath as we pause. I want to kiss him, but something holds me back. I want him to want it too. His hand finds my bare hip and I’m ready for him to push me away.
He does.
He does.
He fucking does.
But he goes with me, pushing his naked thigh between mine as his tongue plunges into my mouth. We both groan, surprised at the kiss, but then we become ravenous. I’m weak and aching and dizzy. His kiss is invigorating, though.
Rough and gentle.
How?
Sweet and bitter.
Why?
His tongue slides against mine, waking my dick as though it’s stroking it instead. I moan into his mouth. This seems to set him off because he slides all the way on top of me. Our dicks are stone sandwiched between us. His mouth parts as a sexy growl tumbles out. He grinds his hips against mine, sending currents of pleasure exploding through me.
“Roan.” My breathy plea is heard because he kisses me harder. Needier. Frantic. He ruts against me, every bit as eager for this feeling as I am. My fingers find his damp, messy hair and I tug on the strands. He hisses, nipping my bottom lip.
“Fuck, Hollis. What the fuck?”
I want to kiss him everywhere.
Taste every inch.
Feel him inside me.
The thoughts stampeding through my mind are too quick and chaotic to sort out. It’s madness. Roan is a crazy addiction. I need this. I need him.
“Why do I want this?” he asks, pulling away slightly, his amber eyes flickering with confusion. “Why do I want you?”
“What is your type?”
“Not her.”
“Are you bi?”
“I’m nothing.”
“I want it too,” I tell him, shoving the memory of our previous conversation away. He’s not nothing. He’s so much more than nothing. A million times more than nothing.
“But you’re gay,” he growls. “I’m…”
“Don’t fucking say it.”
Our eyes snap to each other. The word was on the tip of his tongue. I kiss him, stealing it from his lips and devouring it.
“You’re Roan,” I murmur. “You’re not nothing.”
He kisses me harder, his hips rocking wildly against me. Our breathing becomes ragged as he takes us closer to the edge. The moment I start to come, I grip his hair and arch my back, aching for every movement against me. His mouth finds my neck. He bites me and then sucks with enough vigor, he’ll leave a mark. My cum jets out hot and thick, soaking our bellies between us. It’s slick and he groans against my neck.
“I’m checking on them, dipshit,” Trey bellows as he stumbles into the cabin.
Roan tenses up and his heart pounds through his chest to dance with mine. His cock pulses against my slick skin, throbbing with the need for release.
“We’re fine,” Roan says, his voice tight. “He’s still alive.”
Trey lets out a sharp breath before falling onto the covers behind Roan. Roan is stiff, his face still against my neck. Within seconds, Trey is breathing deeply with sleep. I slide my hand between us, wetting my hand in my cum, and then wrap my hand around Roan’s dick. Long, thick, hot. He chokes on a moan.
“Shh,” I murmur as I stroke him. “Don’t wake him.”
Roan’s lips press to my flesh and his hips flex slightly, meeting my hand at each stroke. I use my cum like lube and give him the best damn hand job considering our shitty situation. It only takes a few expert tugs before his dick swells and throbs out his release. He soaks us even more, but I love it. I greedily steal these moments with him because who the fuck knows what tomorrow will look like.
“Fuck,” Roan whispers.
“Yeah, fuck.”
I feel his smile on my neck and damn if that doesn’t feel better than blowing my load all over the hottest mean boy I’ve ever met.
He’s going to kill me.
And not in the way Jordy’s psycho ass nearly did.
Roan has stuck his hand inside my chest and plucked my heart from its cage. It beats like crazy in his fist. He can keep it, or he can crush it. No matter what he does, it won’t matter. I’ve given it to him, and it scares the shit out of me, because I know I’ll never get it back.
“Still alive?”
I blink open my eyes, instantly feeling aches in every muscle, as I seek out the sound of the sweet, feminine voice. “Define alive.”
Sidney laughs. “You’re talking, so you lived. I thought having to spend the night with the Hornets, you’d for sure be dead meat.”
I sit up and survey the cabin. Everyone’s gone. “Where’d everybody go?”
“No one sticks around past noon on Saturdays after Campfire Chaos. We’re some of the last few. You’re my ride, so…”
“Oh, shit. Sorry. I was completely out of it.”
“Someone had a good dream,” Sidney says, darting her eyes to my bare abs that are crusted with a fuck ton of cum.
Well, that’s awkward.
“Um…” I rake my fingers through my hair and give her a frantic look. “It’s…”
“It happens,” she says with a laugh. “I’ll pretend it was me you were thinking about.”
I grin at her. “Because that doesn’t make it any less uncomfortable.”
She stands and walks into the kitchen area. I’m still scanning the cabin, looking for clothes, when she returns with a wet rag.
“Where’s my bag?”
“Still in the car,” she says, tossing the rag at me. “I’ll go grab it. Wanted to make sure you were alive first. It would have been wasted efforts to go grab clothes for a corpse.” She smiles sweetly.
I shake my head at her as I scrub off my mess, trying not to give this girl too much of a show. “Nice, Sid.”
“Not to mention, I didn’t want to miss a naked shot.” She shrugs her shoulders. Her words are meant to be playful, though. Something’s different with her.
“Where’s Gio?”
Her face blushes bright red. “He went home.”
“Is he okay?”
“Of course he’s okay,” she says grumpily. “Why wouldn’t he be?”
“It was just a question. I didn’t see him after all that shit that happened.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and frowns. “Sorry. I’m feeling…”
“Defensive?”
“Yeah.”
“And why’s that?”
“You were right.”
My brows hike up. “With Gio?”
“Yeah. He’s…I don’t know how to explain him. He just sees a me not many people do.”
“Did you two…”
“Fuck? Because that’s what I’m known for?” Her cheeks burn bright red again and her bottom lip trembles.
“I was going to say kiss.”
“Oh.” She huffs. “Sorry. I suck at this.” Her finger toys at a strand of her brown hair as she frowns. “I was upset after what Jordy did. They had you taken care of, but I was shaken up. Gio came over to me and hugged me. Asked if I wanted to talk about it. So we went for a walk. It got colder, so we decided to talk more in his tent.” She swallows hard. “I feel like such a whore, Hollis.”
“What? Why?”
“He kissed me. It was sweet. Nice. I really liked it. Too much. I just threw myself at him and started getting naked.” A tear races down her cheek. “He kissed me again. Softly. Then told me to put my shirt back on.” Another tear. “I was devastated at having been rejected. I bawled my eyes out. He just held me. Cuddled me to him. Kept kissing my tears away. When I calmed down, he said he wants to get to know me first. Asked if we could go out on a date. He wants to take me to dinner. Maybe meet his mom. I felt like such a skank.”
“You’re not a skank, Sid.”
“But I am. I’ve been freely giving it up to anyone who’ll give me the time of day. It’s just sex. Empty sex. They never stick around for the after. I didn’t realize I wanted an after.” She chuckles. “Gio isn’t even my type, but he just sees me. I’ve never been seen like that before. I’m excited to go out with him tonight. Not because I think we’ll have sex, but because I want to spend more time with him and argue with him about all the dumb stuff he says. He’s funny and a smartass, but he’s sweet.” Her lips turn up. “He’s a great kisser too.”
“Gio’s a great guy and you’re a great girl. You two need to make a go at it. I’m happy you’re giving him a chance.”
She stands and fishes out my keys from my soaked jeans pocket. “Now that I’m taken care of, we just need to find you a boyfriend.”
I don’t want a boyfriend.
I want a Hornet.
“How about we start with my clothes first, Cupid.”