Chapter 8
I pummel the wheel, closing my eyes for a second to gain control. Getting out, I head to the party held in the woods, needing a distraction.
I won’t be the guy on the side just because she won’t leave Kaden. Whenever she says his name—as if what they have is an undeniable fact—it enrages me to the point that I want to fucking off that guy. Yet, Abigail can’t deny me, and there’s nothing any of them can do about that.
All my plans of keeping my head straight vanish. It’s uncanny, the power she has over me. I keep breathing through the havoc she wreaks on me. I step toward the meadow where cheers erupt.
Pats on my back follow, and Jessica brings me a cup filled with alcohol. I throw it down my throat, hoping to calm the madness Abigail ignites in me.
I give Jessica the cup, and she sends me a flirty look, swaying her hips in that short dress that does nothing for me.
Here’s a girl who wants me. But she’s not the one I want.
I am so fucking screwed.
Blake approaches me, holding two bottles of beer. “I guess you do like my parties, after all.”
“Having fun?” I ask him.
“Always, man.”
In his eyes, I glimpse the same void I always see in the mirror when I look at myself. He hands me the drink and leans back against a trunk.
We clink our bottles, and I say, “Where are the others?”
“Not their scene.”
I don’t think it has ever truly been my scene either, but I’d do anything not to think too much.
“But it’s yours,” I say.
An understanding passes between us. Blake keeps drinking, and I want to leave a hundred times, but I stay for him.
He jerks his chin toward the empty bottle in my hand. “How does alcohol go with your racing program?”
“Talent.”
“You’re one cocky asshole.”
“Takes one to know one.”
When the party dies out, we walk side by side on the way back to the dorm.
“You’re cool,” I say.
“Kaden is not a bad guy either, if you get to know him.”
“What’s his and Abigail’s deal?”
“Dane, man, you have enough shit to deal with. Don’t go there.”
It sounds like advice a good friend would give you, but I’ve never been one to listen.
At his door, he slips inside, leaving it open. I am about to close it when Kaden intercepts him.
“Party pooper, not everyone has their shit together like you, Kaden.”
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear your drunk ass.”
“You should try it. Maybe you’ll forget about Celine for two seconds.”
Kaden pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I didn’t mean that,” Blake says, leaning against the wall, closing his eyes.
Kaden exhales deeply, noticing me. “Thank you for bringing him back,” he says.
I’m about to leave when Abigail walks inside.
She eyes Blake, then Kaden, and she freezes when she sees me.
“What happened?”
Kaden mumbles. “Blake got drunk.”
“Again?”
Worry laces her words, and she and Kaden have an entire conversation with their eyes. I’d rip apart that fucking perfect harmony they have going on with my bare teeth if I could.
“Celine won’t forgive you,” Blake says, getting on his feet but wobbling.
“Shut up already,” Abigail retorts.
“I wouldn’t,” Blake insists.
Kaden pushes him through a door. Blake lands on his bed and starts snoring right away.
“Should we help him out of his clothes?” Abigail asks.
“After what he said, he deserves the discomfort.”
Kaden turns to me and says, “You can leave now.”
Not until I see her pretty ass walking out, because if she goes to his room, I will lose my shit here and now.
“It’s okay, Abi. I have this,” Kaden tells her.
“He’s going to age me prematurely,” she says.
Kaden walks into his room, and Abigail looks from his closed door to me, then passes me.
“While you’re worried about your boyfriend, he’s thinking about someone else. That’s pathetic, Abigail.”
She stops. “Pathetic is having Jessica hanging all over you. Don’t feel good about yourself; she likes new meat.”
“Stalking me online?” Since she wasn’t there, the only way she could have seen that is in the seniors’ chat.
She bares her teeth at me, and I stalk to her, pushing her into the wall. “Jealous?”
She shoves at me, only to end up yanking at my shirt and scratching at my skin until I pin her hands above her head.
“I dare you to go into his bedroom. Do that and see what happens. Carnage. That’s what will fucking happen.”
She remains perfectly still, and I throw her over my shoulder, carrying her out the door and straight to my apartment.
“Put me down. Are you insane?”
“Oh, sweetheart. I definitely am.”
I drop her on the bed and crawl between her thighs—my place, my personal heaven. Our erratic breaths are the only sounds in the room. Seconds tick by heavily while our gazes are locked. My madness reflects in hers, shining with desire. The combo rips my control to shreds, scattering it on the horizon.
I yank her top off her and unhook her bra. Fuck my life. Her breasts are spectacular—a round handful, topped with pebbled rosy nipples. Saliva pools in my mouth, lust kicking me into overdrive. I lower my mouth and suck on her nipple. Her hand shoots to my hair, tugging at the ends while I lick her pointed bud, grazing my teeth along the tip. She is the only one who can stop me, but she doesn’t, and I groan in satisfaction, moving to the other.
“Does it hurt to want me this much?”
Abigail writhes under me as I splay my hand across her stomach. She’s all soft, yet when I caress her ribs, I swallow a lump. She’s thin, appearing almost breakable, making me want to take care of her and protect her.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
She purses her lips because that would mean she acknowledges there’s more to us.
My thumb glides along the waistband of her jeans, and she sucks in a breath. I love the fucking effect I have on her. Peeling them down slowly, she lifts her hips, helping me undress her. In just her sexy as fuck black thong, she’s spread open for me.
“Dane?”
“Say stop, and I’ll stop.”
She doesn’t. Instead, I watch vulnerability glisten in her eyes.
“I have you. Trust me.” I’d never hurt this girl, but something tells me she’ll end up ruining me. Yet, I can’t deny this need coursing through my blood.
I’m too gone for her.
That small nod pulverizes all the previous anger. Hooking my thumbs at each side of her thong, I peel it down. I could pinch myself, afraid I’m dreaming. That she’s not here, naked, in my bed, but rather my desire conjured my greatest fantasy to life.
I lower my face and when my mouth finds her slick entrance, a groan reverberates low in my throat.
“So wet, princess.”
Her eyes find mine. Madness ensues. All the uncontained passion breaks my dam of control.
“I’ve never fucking wanted anything more in my life than you,” I say from between her thighs.
“Dane…”
“You make me mad. I don’t want to just fuck you, but ruin you for all others. Make you mine and no one else’s, so you’ll belong only to me. Carve my name on your heart, flow through your veins, fill you with me so there’s just me for you too. Mark you from the inside out.”
“You do,” she whispers so low that I think I imagined it.
I push a finger inside her while I lap at her slit. Fuck, she’s tight and tastes so damn good. A new addiction stirs in my blood. With my thumb, I strum her clit, playing with her body, analyzing her responses. I want to know everything she likes and what makes her lose her mind.
She closes her eyes while I continue satiating my thirst for her. I doubt that will ever vanish. She bucks, body taut as she rides the wave of pleasure.
“Eyes on me. Do you deserve to come?”
Flattening my tongue, I lick her one more time and wait for her response.
Her stubbornness inflames me. She digs her nails into the mattress.
“Please.”
One fucking word and those blue eyes swimming in desire do me in.
Her moans are my new checkered flag. I bite down on her clit, and she clamps her mouth shut.
“Let me hear you. Give me what I want.”
“I can’t even think right now.”
Chuckling, I kiss my way up her thigh. Abigail’s the most exquisite woman I’m sure I will ever have, with her flawless beauty and smooth skin. She’s not one in a billion. She’s the one.
“I want to see you too.”
“Do you now?”
Burying my face between her thighs again, I suck on her clit.
“Dane… it feels so good,” she says my name throatily.
I could be reduced to pleasuring her, and that would be enough for me.
I want just my name coming out of her mouth every single time.
“Exactly. I’m the one who makes you feel like this, princess. Fucking me, and no one else.”
I go back to my new addiction, eating her sweet pussy and feeding off her juices like the starved man I am. Not enough. Never enough. Her taste is my new favorite flavor, and I lick her from bottom to top before I spread her pussy with two fingers and fuck her with my tongue.
She fists the sheet; her moans taking on a desperate pitch—the sweetest tune.
“I am… I…”
“Such a good princess. Come on my tongue. Let me watch you fall apart for me.”
I keep lapping at her as I watch her tipping over; thighs shaking, her moans echoing around me. Toes curling, she comes, creating a memory I will never forget.
She blinks at me, completely dazed. Her beautiful complexion turns flushed. She is all rosy and sighs contentedly.
I thought I’d feel better and calmer, but I only crave her more.
I’m so fucking hard, but this is not about me.
She curls herself on the side of my bed, suddenly shy.
“Hi, princess. Look at me.”
“I can’t because you make me weak. Happy?”
“No, because I want you and I am not getting you completely, and that maddens me…”
Rolling out of bed, she picks her clothes from the floor and dresses quickly.
“Please, stay away. I need you to stay away.”
“Why? Tell me why? Give me a fucking good reason. Because I still have your taste in my mouth and your juices on my fingers.”
“Kaden and I… we’re going to get married at some point. Is that a good enough reason?”
That was a clean shot to my chest. It’s a damn miracle I can still stand with my heart no longer beating and the blood seeping out of me.
Her eyes glisten with unshed tears.
“I’m sorry.”
“Just leave, Abigail.”
When she does, the walls close in on me.
I rake a hand through my hair and snatch a bottle of whiskey from the closet. Dropping on the couch, I toss the bottle back and drink until it knocks me the fuck out.
***
On Monday morning, I change into my uniform. Running a hand through my disheveled hair, looking the way I feel—completely messed up.
My first class is one I share with Abigail. I sit next to her, not even remotely in control of my emotions. Marriage. She talked about fucking marriage.
Yet, she risked that to fool around with me? She doesn’t seem the type, but what the fuck do I know?
“You’re quiet this morning,” she whispers, not looking at me but at a blank sheet of paper.
“And you’re what, engaged?”
“Not yet.”
“So, what was I? The last hurrah?”
She turns, her hand reaching out to me, but she stops midway.
“Please don’t make this harder for me…”
I bottled up so much shit that my body wants it expelled.
“What, sweetheart? Wanted to ride a second dick for comparison?” If looks could kill, I’d be already buried. “Truth hurts, huh?”
“Well, for someone who wanted to rub it in Kaden’s face that you could get in my pants in front of him, the joke is on you.”
That’s what she fucking thinks I want?
“I’m sure whoever Celine is, he’d kick you to the curb for her.”
She looks at me, her expression unfazed.
Our staring contest ends when students start to pile in, and Jessica waves at me.
I grin at her to purposely rile Abigail, and she digs her heel into my foot.
“Oops, your foot was in my way.”
“I swear to God…”
She puts her cheek in her palm and fakes a yawn. When the teacher has her back to us, I smirk at her. Abigail stiffens when my hand rests on her bare knee.
“Dane.”
“Whatever you do, remember, everyone will know where I have my hand.”
My fingers trail up her smooth skin until I reach her panties. She sends me a panicked look.
I slap her thighs, and she opens her legs the second some heads turn to us.
“Good girl.”
“Dane…” she says through a gulp.
“You can’t deny me, princess.”
I slip my finger inside her panties, finding her wet. She bites down so hard on her pencil that it might snap.
“Yeah, suppress that moan, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to get caught,” I say, sliding my fingers along her slit.
I’m so fucking turned on. In and out, I push in one finger, then two while my thumb strokes her clit.
Her eyes fill with lust.
My veins heat.
We’re inevitable.
If anyone would see what is only for my eyes, I would have to kill them. I move to retract my hand, but she clasps her thighs together, keeping me there–nothing new. I am a captive to my need for her as well.
I lean into her, flicking her clit. “Do you deserve to come?”
“Yes,” she whispers, moaning.
I remove my hand. “Well, go ask your boyfriend to make you come then.”
The corner of her mouth drops, and she looks straight ahead.
“Thank you for the reminder.”
These are her parting words when the class ends.
At the lunch table, I make a gesture of licking my fingers clean. Abigail glares at me while we’re locked in a staring contest. When Jessica takes the seat next to me, Abigail’s eyes burn so intensely that I half-expect Jessica to turn to ash.
Pushing her tits out, she flicks her hair back, and sends me a flirtatious look. Jessica is so obvious, it’s a huge turnoff. Girls have never interested me until Abigail. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pluck it out.
I hope she doesn’t give you crabs.
I read Abigail’s message, and it instantly boosts my mood. The power she has over me is astounding. But when I lift my gaze, Abigail averts hers, ignoring me for the rest of lunch.
I crave her attention and not having it bothers me more than anything else.
Time drags and not even at the end of the day do I feel better.
Back in my room, at my desk, I can’t focus on this stupid algebra problem. I shower, smiling until my mouth fills with water as Abigail takes over my thoughts.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s it for me. There’s no one else.
Never could be.
I’m wired like that.
Once I find what I want, I’m in. All in. I just have to make her see that.
Tapping the shower off, this newfound goal pushes all the darkness aside as I head to bed.
Sweet lips peck my lips.
“Abigail,” I croak. She invades even my dreams.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
I do, and my favorite shade of blue looks back at me. I move to hold her face when I am stopped by restraints. Snapping my head up, I find my wrists tied with a belt from a robe. What the fuck?
“Princess?”
“Good, now that I have your attention, this is my show.”
She hops off the bed and fuck, it’s now that I see what she’s wearing, or better yet, not wearing. Her trench coat is open, revealing a sheer two piece pink lingerie set that leaves nothing to the imagination. I am instantly hard.
She puts on music from her phone. The sensual notes add to the heady atmosphere. She slips her trench coat off her shoulders, falling at her feet, like her inhibitions and my control.
Swaying her hips, her hands gliding down her lean body. She’s so sexy, she captivates me.
Every move of her hips captures my attention, both sweet torture and pure ecstasy.
She unclasps her bra, offering her breasts to my starved mouth, but they remain out of reach. In a fake coy move, she shrugs and twists her nipples instead. Her long moan has me battling my restraints.
She really wanted to prove a point because they don’t give way. I try even harder, driven by the need to touch her. “Princess, please.”
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes.” I’m not above begging. Uncontainable lust bursts free.
She shakes her head and turns around, grabbing her ankles. I get the perfect view of that round ass that I’d do anything to grab, bite, and mark.
I don’t want to just have this girl, I want to own her. Be everything she desires. Play her every heartbeat, consume her thoughts, and become her every fantasy.
She looks at me through her parted legs and peels her thong off, so slowly, my cock leaks pre-cum. My dick tents in my boxers, begging to get inside her perfect pussy.
This is the most erotic experience of my life, making me aware that once I am inside of her, no one else will satisfy my dick. I’m hers. A truth stamped on every cell of my body.
“Enjoying the show?”
I yank at my restraints. “Princess, let me make you feel good. I need to touch you. Fucking please.”
She climbs in bed and getting between my hips, she spreads her thighs in front of me. What a view to lose my damn mind!
“You had your chance,” she says, slowly trailing her finger down her belly and reaching her pussy.
I swallow hard. “A big mistake, the biggest of my life.”
What happens next will go down in my history as both a fantastic and maddening experience, she pushes two fingers inside of her, throwing her head back. Her mid-back long blonde hair spills over the mattress, creating a halo of light––a goddess.
Her moans fill the room, but there’s a pinch of frustration ringing through.
I tear at my bindings, needing to satisfy my woman, but to no avail. Building frustration wrestles with my blinding desire.
“I bet you want my fingers stretching you. Mine are bigger, a bit rougher. You might be a princess, but you want to be dirtied up, fucked hard, don’t you?”
My words spur her on. The squelching sounds of her fingers pushing in and out of her wet pussy are so damn sensual I want to record it and play it on repeat.
A tremor rocks her, and her body constricts. She comes on a long moan, and I come right along with her, spilling into my boxers.
We both pant and she says, “I needed that.”
“Give me a taste.”
She gets on all fours, crawling to me. Straddling my chest, she traces her manicured fingers along my lips. Like the insatiable guy I am, I wrap my mouth around them, sucking them in.
“Let me lick your pussy clean next.”
“Nope.”
She slides off me and lies on her back. Propped on her elbows, looking all smug, yet contemplating my chest.
It hits me with regret. I wanted her to come on my fingers, my mouth, my dick and then hold her tight.
“Untie me.”
“Why?” she asks, her tone laced with sadness, wearing a faraway look.
“I need to touch you. Hold you.”
“Too late.”
“Princess, I will make you come so hard.”
“You had your chance.”
“And I blew it.”
Emotions flicker in her eyes, and she scoots up, hugging her knees to her chest. So she is vulnerable after she comes.
She fidgets with the sheet. “Promise me something first.”
“What?”
“You’ll give me a twenty second head start.”
“Deal.” I’m faster. I will catch her, and then I will show her what playing games with me will do to her.
Before she unties my bindings, she says, “You won’t catch me. There is no us. It can’t be. This is the end.”
No, there is no end between us.
The bindings fall away and I count. She stumbles out of bed, quickly dressing, and rushes out of my bedroom. By twenty, I follow her like a madman, and with my hand on her door handle, she pushes the door back, offering me a sad smile.
We’re not over.
If I have to keep reminding her until she finally gives in to us, then so be it. I overcame far more difficult things than winning the girl I desire when she wants me just as much.
Kaden won’t stand a damn chance.
If he still pines after another girl, that helps me even more. I might be reckless, but between him and me, I am the safer choice.
“You want me.”
“Where is the question mark?” she asks from between the open door.
“There isn’t one.”
I wink and saunter back to my room, feeling alive.
Who would have thought that in this place I’d find my desire to live?