Chapter 14
Millie
“Cruel” by VOILá plays in my ears, my bag slung over my shoulder, as I exit the elevator close to midnight.
Turning left, I breathe a sigh of relief when Abby’s signal umbrella is notably absent. She must be enjoying the party. Dash mentioned that the surf team won a competition, and there’s a bonfire down by the ocean.
I didn’t even know there was a surf team here. It feels more like a California-coded sport, given that Washington is so cold, but apparently, I don’t know shit.
The only sport I was ever interested in is hockey.
I’ve been dodging Abby and Dash’s attempts at convincing me to join the party all day. They both promised it’d be fun, their enthusiasm almost contagious.
Almost being the operative word.
The only reason I considered going was to spend time with Noah... and Creed, but I settled for a lonely evening in the library because I can’t decide who I want to be.
Besides, I don’t even know if they’ll be there. Dash fits anywhere, and people flock to him in droves, but Noah and Creed don’t strike me as the beach party types.
Ugh... they’re messing with my head.
Noah with his stoic, calm composure, those loaded glances, and how at ease I feel around him. Creed with that intensity that makes my body hum and my blood heat every time he’s near.
I shake my head to clear it as I fish out my room key.
The signal umbrella has been parked outside our door almost every night since Abby and Dash had their night together. She hasn’t shut up about how good he was, how well equipped, and how many orgasms he wrung out of her.
I told her not to catch feelings. I warned her Dash is a player, and despite saying she understood and wasn’t expecting more than good sex, she moped the next evening in her bed, curled up in a ball after spotting Dash feeling up another girl.
I thought Thomas would be the cure, but they fucked once and he wanted commitment. She vented to me for an hour, saying she’s not ready for something that serious. I didn’t utter a word through the rant, but her relationship ick bent my mind because isn’t that what she wanted from Dash?
Anyway, she settled for fucking her way through all the seniors, swearing she’s enjoying the full college experience, but we both know it’s bullshit. I just hope she’s not trying to make Dash jealous because that’s impossible.
Also, I don’t get why she brings the guys here. Every senior in the building has their own room. Can’t they fuck there?
Adjusting my bag, I push the door to our room open, take three steps and freeze, the air punching out of my lungs. Abby’s here... and she has company.
More company than I’d expect.
My lips part, eyes wider than saucers. Neither my roommate nor the guys currently busy double-teaming her notice me enter. They’re in the zone, moving together and I’m not breathing.
The music changing and pulsing through my headphones—”Now or Never” by Three Days Grace—should drown out everything, but I hear their moans and grunts, the wet sounds of their bodies, skin slapping against skin....
My cheeks burn so hot I’m afraid my skin will peel off.
One guy is sideways on the bed, his back propped against the wall, knees bent, feet digging into the mattress.
He’s butt naked, save for socks, and Abby’s sprawled over his chest. Her back arches as his cock drives up into her pussy, each thrust lifting her slightly off his muscular body.
Sweat mists his skin, his face contorted in pleasure, lips parted, eyes on Abby’s bouncing boobs.
Another guy’s behind her, feet firmly planted on the floor, knees bent. He holds her in place by the hips, driving his cock into her ass so fast his is a blur.
My ears ring and my hands tremble uselessly at my sides.
The rhythm between them is obscene. The guys move like a well-oiled engine. One in, one out in such perfect sync I wonder if it’s rehearsed, or whether they fuck together often enough that it’s instinct by now.
I’m perfectly still, unable to look away. My stomach somersaults, heat rushing through me when the guy on his back looks up from sucking Abby’s neck, and the lamplight catches his face.
I know him...
Well, not know him, but Dash pointed out a lot of people, naming those I should steer clear of, and those who are quite alright. Mateo here is one I’m supposed to avoid.
He’s Jasper’s buddy, and Jasper—currently thrusting into Abby’s ass—holds a grudge against my brother.
Mateo looks me up and down with hooded eyes, a wicked grin curling his mouth before he says something I don’t hear.
Everyone else does, though.
Abby looks over her shoulder, horror and embarrassment bleeding into her features. Her mouth falls open as if she wants to say something, but the words don’t come. And the guys don’t stop, fucking her in tandem, their faces contorted with pleasure.
She whacks Mateo’s chest, her eyes crinkling with amusement as she tries to wiggle away, though she’s not trying very hard. Jasper grabs her arms and keeps her still, thrusting deeper until she forgets all about me, her eyes rolling back into her head.
His rhythm picks up. So does Mateo’s.
They’re staring right at me, saying something I can’t hear over my pounding heartbeat, the music, and Abby’s moans.
But I read the tilt of Jasper’s chin as an invitation.
My blood heats, arousal pooling low in my belly. I don’t want to join them... right? No way in hell but... shit. They look like they’re loving this, and Abby’s glowing.
Heart in my throat, I spin on my heel and rush out, the door slamming closed behind me. My hands are trembling and I’m so wet. I lean against the hallway wall, breathing hard.
Why am I reacting like this? I’m a virgin for crying out loud. Not for lack of trying, but still a virgin.
Watching my roommate get fucked by two guys at once should not turn me on this much until I’ve had sex at least once, right? It should scare me, but my skin prickles and heat rushes through my veins.
I push off the wall, heading for the elevator and damn near moan when my thighs brush together and a pleasant shiver runs down my spine. I push inside through the emerging gap of the opening doors and recoil from the mirror.
My cheeks are flushed, pupils blown wide, swallowing the hazel-blue of my irises. I swallow hard, pinching my lips together. They’re swollen from how hard I’ve been chewing them while I watched Abby lose herself between two men.
Tugging at the collar of my purple Gravemont hoodie, I breathe through my mouth the whole ride to the sixth floor, trying to calm down.
It’s not much use. Every shift of my weight makes my thighs slide together, sending another ripple of warmth through my body. My sensitive, puckered nipples and damp panties don’t let me forget what I witnessed.
Stumbling out of the elevator, I wring my fingers before knocking on my brother’s door. It takes half a minute before he appears, hair disheveled, chin glistening, and chest bare, a thin sheen of sweat misting his forehead.
“Millie,” he says, glancing over his shoulder. He shifts in the doorway, hiding whoever’s in his bed. “Are you okay?”
Is everyone but me fucking tonight?
“Sorry,” I mutter, backing up a step. “I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s okay,” he cuts in, scratching his head while he throws another look over his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, um, nothing. I’m fine. I just—never mind. We’ll talk tomorrow. Goodnight!” I start down the corridor.
“Millie.” Hyde stops me mid-step. “Is Abby busy again?”
I pinch my lips, giving him a tight nod.
“Dash is in there.” He points to a door further along the corridor. “You know where Noah’s room is and Creed’s in 501.”
I don’t think Dash is in his room. He wouldn’t shut up about the bonfire earlier. He wouldn’t miss it. Unless he’s back already... and if he is, I doubt he’s alone.
“I’ll just go to the library.”
“Yeah, okay, just keep safe, okay?” He smiles but doesn’t wait for an answer before closing the door.
I gouge my fingers into my eyes, doing my best not to imagine my brother in bed with some leggy blonde or brunette. I have no idea what his type is. Our relationship is not that deep.
But he’s my brother and, thankfully, the visual of Abby with Jasper and Mateo shoves the visual of my brother in the act aside.
I rush down the corridor to the elevator, pondering my choices. If I knock on Creed’s door and he opens shirtless, I might lose my mind. Same goes for Noah.
Shit
Spending the night in the library doesn’t sound appealing but what choice do I have?
As if my brain enjoys tormenting me, an image slips in uninvited.
Creed standing close behind me, his breath warm against my ear, his fingers ghosting down the length of my bare spine.
.. and Noah in front of me, his hot mouth on my skin, hands on my hips.
My breath stutters.
What the hell is happening?
No longer than a year ago, I blushed furiously just thinking about Evan touching me and now I’m picturing two of my brother’s best friends doing way more?
I shudder, clenching my thighs together, and shake my head, trying to dislodge the image before it consumes me. The library’s my safest option. I’d find Dash if I weren’t afraid of cockblocking him. He’s getting it on as often as Abby and it feels like they’re aiming for gold in fucklimpics.
I jam my finger into the zero and the elevator glides down to the ground floor. It dings, the door slides open, and Noah’s there waiting, one hand in his pocket, the other gripping a half-empty beer he lifts to his mouth.
He doesn’t notice me, but I sure notice his biceps flexing and throat bobbing. For some reason, it makes me lightheaded. He tips the bottle and finishes what’s left, his eyes landing on me.
“Hey,” he says, one eyebrow raised. “Where are you going?”
“I... I was just—”
My breath catches when he steps closer. His cologne hits me and a wave of goosebumps erupts down my arms. He smells warm, heady, undeniably masculine.