Chapter 64
LUCA
“I don’t want to be here,” Brooke mutters as I feel Ivy wince. “Everyone keeps asking about Remy. I can’t answer without crying. And I don’t want to lie about it.”
“Just don’t say anything.” Micah drops down beside her. Everyone is sullen and silent for a change.
Brooke is the first to point it out. “It’s too quiet without him here. He was annoying and difficult, but he didn’t deserve to die.”
“No, he didn’t.” Cain stands and walks out of the cafeteria.
Ivy gets up from the table and clasps my sleeve before I follow behind her.
The hallways are mostly clear as we make our way through the building until she pulls me into the library and we weave through the bookstacks towards the far wall.
I already know what she’s doing. Every time something upsets her, she uses me to numb the pain.
And that’s exactly what her intention is. Her back crashes against the books as she pulls me against her. I reach under her skirt and grip her ass as I lift her. When she wraps her legs around me, I press her into the bookcase.
My mouth is on her neck, tasting her skin as I tease, “I’m starting to think you’re using me for my dick.”
“And you don’t mind a frigging bit.” Her frustration and impatience are clear as she tries to maneuver her hands to my pants.
“We could get caught.”
She laughs, unhooking her legs as she gets off me. “You don’t give any more of a fuck than I do about that. But if you have performance worries I can find someone who doesn’t.” She’s teasing, but the thought of someone else touching her is enough to make it too real.
“It’d be the last time they use their dick.”
She laughs. “At least their last time would be warm, wet, and tight from what I hear. So shut up and fuck me, please.”
There’s no way I’ll refuse her, but I still take the moment to get something else I want. “If you’ll leave with me after.”
“Yes,” she responds as I move my hand under her skirt and push her underwear aside, slipping my finger inside her as her hands clutch my biceps.
“Hm. Warm, wet, and tight.”
As I pump my fingers in faster, she hooks her arms over my shoulders, her mouth crashing to mine as she rides my hand. I can’t wait to be inside her any longer, so I unbutton my pants and swiftly push inside her, pumping until we both come.
She’s breathing heavily as her head drops to my chest. When she glances up to me, I see reality—that hollowness behind her eyes—invading already.
“Time to go,” I kiss her as she adjusts her skirt. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”
She follows me out of the library before disappearing into the bathroom, I wait by the door as the bell rings and students shuffle to class.
When she exits, she rolls her eyes at me. “It’s like you’re attached.”
I bend down, putting my shoulder in her stomach, then lift her and carry her out the door. Entirely. “Maybe a little.”
Once we’re beside my car, I put her back on her feet and she gets into the passenger seat. I’d finally talked her into riding with me in the mornings instead of bringing her own car, which was a big step I felt.
She asks, “Where are we going?”
“Lunch.”
“We just left lunch.”
And she hadn’t touched her food. “A better lunch.”
I drive us to the Cracked Pirogue. She gets out of the car, a smile on her face. “No complaints here. I’ve been craving their food since last time.”
The conversation at the table is minimal, but she eats every bite on her plate.
Afterwards, I drive to the Lakefront and park along the shoreline. “Figured we’d wait before heading back to the house.”
She has a vacant stare fixed on the water before she blinks and unhooks her seat belt, then reaches over to kiss me. Climbing over the console, she straddles my lap, unbuckling my pants before I take her hand and pin it behind her back.
“You’re already wanting more?”
She hums, “And you don’t?”
I push the hair off her shoulder. “I always want you. But you’ve barely said a word other than asking me to fuck you. I’ve had my dick inside you more than not.”
“Wow, didn’t know that’d be a problem.” She scrambles off of me and into the passenger seat. I can deal with the anger. It’s better than her pretending she’s fine.
“You don’t have to hide from me.”
She stays turned away as she says, “Forgetting about all of it is the only thing I want to do.”
I want to ease her pain, but I don’t want her to forget herself too.