Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
SINCLAIR
A ugust is halfway right. I’m mocking him but only because he pushed me. Taunting him because I find him irresistible when he’s angry. More than anything, I’m trying to see how far I can go before he gives in. Because that’s what I want—for him to give in to me. I want to witness him lose control on my turf and I want to see what might happen next between us. And while I meant what I said about us needing to stay away from each other because what we do together freaks me out a little, I can’t resist one more try at getting to him. He’s fun to provoke and for whatever reason, I seem to do it well.
“You’re a menace,” he murmurs, his gaze skimming over me from head to toe, heating up my already fiery skin as if he’s actually touching me.
“I think that’s the word I’d use to describe you.” I turn my back to him, making sure my voice is extra cheery. “Time for bed.”
Without warning I whip the sweatshirt off, tossing it on the floor before I pull back my covers and climb into my narrow little twin bed. I glance over at him to find he’s still standing there, his fingers flexing at his sides, his gaze locked on my chest, which is completely exposed since I haven’t pulled my comforter up yet.
“Is that how you normally sleep?” he asks between clenched teeth.
“Yes,” I chirp, the lie coming easy.
“Even with Elise in the room with you?”
“We’re both girls, you know. You’ve seen one set of tits you’ve seen them all.” I smile sweetly at him, reaching for the hair tie on top of the mini fridge before I lift my arms and twist my hair into a sloppy bun. Making sure to arch my chest out so he can’t miss my nakedness. “It’s no big deal.”
“Don’t tell me you have naked slumber parties in here with her.”
“In your dreams.” I giggle, sounding like an idiot. He seems to be enjoying this so I keep it up, though I decide to be truthful. “Fine. I don’t normally sleep topless.”
“Now who’s the liar.” He arches an eyebrow, looking like a sexy motherfucker and ugh. This man.
“I was just kidding.”
“Uh huh.” He approaches my bed, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he examines it. “God, that’s a small fucking bed.”
“Don’t think you can fit, huh?” He definitely can’t fit. He’s over six feet tall and broad-shouldered. His feet will definitely dangle off the edge of the mattress.
His heated gaze lifts to mine. “Are you inviting me into your bed, Sin?”
I can’t say anything for a moment, overwhelmed by the desire in his gaze and the challenge in his deep voice. I get lost in his symmetrical features for a moment. His high cheekbones and the angular jaw. The square chin and soft, delicious lips.
He’s too handsome for his own good.
I should be yelling at him to leave. I should’ve run from him weeks ago and stayed holed up in my dorm room. But it’s not like I sought him out on purpose. We just…kept running into each other. To the point that it almost feels like fate.
No. That’s reaching. I’ve never been one to believe in that sort of thing and I definitely don’t believe in it when it comes to him.
I realize he’s still waiting for a response and I glance around the bed, preparing myself for his rejection before I speak.
“Well, if you can’t fit in my bed with me, I guess it won’t work.” I purse my lips into what I hope is a sexy pout, wondering who am I and what have I become since I’ve started this—whatever you want to call it with August.
“I can make this work.” He tears the hoodie off. Then the T-shirt. Gets rid of his sweats too until he’s completely naked, his erect cock pointing straight at me. My entire body floods with heat and I gasp when without any warning, he whips the covers back and climbs into bed with me.
I squeal when he grabs hold of my waist and lifts me as if I don’t weigh a thing, readjusting me until I’m sprawled out on top of him, my legs draped around his hips, my pussy pressed against his stomach. I lift my head, our gazes snagging and he reaches toward me, brushing the hair out of my face, his fingers tracing my skin so lightly I could almost believe it wasn’t happening at all.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“What do you think?” He grins and my breath catches at the sight of it. The man is too beautiful for words. If I keep staring at him, I’m worried I might faint. “We’re having a naked slumber party.”
“I still have shorts on,” I remind him.
“We’ll need to take care of that.” His assured fingers dive under the covers, landing on the waistband of my boxer shorts before sliding beneath them. He caresses my ass, a single finger tracing my crack and I know my shorts are now completely soaked thanks to him. “Is Elise coming back any time soon? ”
“I hope not,” I whisper, dying to know what he might do to me next.
“How did we end up in this bed together again?” He appears momentarily confused. Completely adorable.
Wait a minute. August Lancaster, adorable? Impossible.
“Maybe we could just snuggle,” I suggest as he slides his hands into my shorts and cups my ass cheeks.
“Naked snuggling?” He dips his head, pressing his face against my neck and breathing deep. “You smell like fucking sex.”
“We haven’t even done it yet,” I whisper, my eyes falling shut when he starts kissing my neck. Soft, barely-there kisses that have my entire body tingling with anticipation.
“Just because we haven’t done it doesn’t mean we haven’t had sex. How would you describe what we’ve been doing?” He’s still cupping my ass cheeks, kneading and stroking them, and I can barely think with the way he’s touching me.
“Hooking up?” I rest my hands on his shoulders, then slide them up his neck, shoving my fingers into his silky soft hair.
He lifts away from me, his clear blue eyes meeting mine and I realize he’s frowning. Like he might be disappointed in me. “I have a different definition of hooking up then.”
“What’s your definition?”
“You giving me a blow job before I kick you out of my room. Or my car. Or the downstairs bathroom at the house.” His smile is faint, his gaze shifting into villain mode. “I’m a selfish bastard.”
“You do try to kick me out.” But he’s also been a giver with me, though I choose not to point that out. “You’re one of the worst people I’ve ever met.”
His chuckle is deep, making my pussy flutter. “Yet you invite me into your bed.”
“It’s a terrible bed. I hope you’re uncomfortable,” I immediately say, which makes him chuckle even more .
“The bed isn’t so bad.” He removes one of his hands from my boxer shorts and wraps it around the back of my head, holding me still so I have no choice but to stare at him in return. “I don’t particularly like you either.”
His words are like tiny stabs to my heart, cutting me deep. I lower my lids, not wanting him to see the turmoil that is surely swirling in my eyes, but his hand slides down and he squeezes the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him again.
“I didn’t like you at first,” he tacks on. “But now…”
He remains quiet, his fingers threading through my hair, stroking. Making me want to purr like a cat, his touch feels so good. How can he say such cruel things yet touch me like I matter?
“Now, what?” I dare to ask, bracing myself for another insult.
“Now I can’t stop thinking about you. Like, ever. It frustrates me. You frustrate me. You don’t back down from a fight and you seem to—like everything I do to you.” His gaze turns turbulent, like there are a thousand storms swirling in the blue depths. “And I don’t do those sorts of things to just any woman.”
My heart swells and I feel giddy, which is stupid. I shouldn’t believe anything he says. He’s probably just using lines on me to get me to do something even more depraved than usual. Right?
There’s something so sincere about the look on his face though. The sound of his voice. He almost appears pained that he admitted such a thing to me. Little ol’, not important to him whatsoever, me.
“Should I feel honored?” I dare to ask.
“More like you should run screaming from this room.” His lips lift in a barely-there smile and unable to help myself, I dip my head, pressing my mouth to his in the briefest kiss.
I try to pull away but his hand clamps tighter around my neck, keeping me there as he thoroughly ravages my mouth. His tongue is everywhere, searching, tangling with mine. I instinctively start rubbing against him, grinding my hips, desperate for friction. His dick pokes against my ass, insistent, teasing my crack and I grip his shoulders, moving my body over his, whimpering when he nips at my bottom lip with his teeth and gives it a tug.
“Such a horny little thing,” he murmurs once he lets my lip go. “Always trying to get off.”
I have no words. He’s described me perfectly.
“You want to lose your virginity to me in this stupid little bed on a Saturday night? What if your roommate shows up?” He kisses along my jaw. Down the length of my neck. Setting my skin on fire with his warm, wet mouth.
“I don’t care.” A moan leaves me when he pinches my nipple so tight the ache spirals throughout my body, settling between my legs.
“You don’t care? Really.” His voice turns flat and he removes his hands from me. His mouth. Shoves at me until I have no choice but to practically fall off my bed a gasping, shivering mess.
“What are you doing?” He climbs out of my bed and starts putting on his clothes, his movements jerky, his expression dark. Almost scary.
“Leaving.” He glares at me. “You don’t care, right? Find somebody else to fuck you then.”
August Lancaster storms out of my room, slamming the door so hard my teeth rattle in my head. I stare at the door for a moment, glancing down at myself. My skin is rosy red, my nipples aching hard points and the front of my boxer shorts are soaked. I was this close to orgasm, this close to knowing what it would be like to have August inside me and he…what? Got hurt because I said I didn’t care?
I start to laugh. This man is absolutely ridiculous.
He just might have feelings for me.