LAILAH #2
Brayden slipped his hand into my hair and pulled my face up to him as he took my lips.
It was a slow, drawn-out kiss, like he had nowhere else to be but with me.
Parker worked over my neck with his teeth while his hands traveled up to my chest. I arched into him as he let his fingers graze over my nipples before he pinched them, making me gasp.
Not needing any other encouragement, Brayden slipped his tongue in, teasing me to join him.
I’d never kissed anyone like this, so I hesitated, unsure of what he wanted.
As if sensing my unease, Brayden adjusted his hold on me and delved deeper into the kiss, taking me along for the ride.
Parker’s hands trailed down my chest, kneading along my sides and hips till he reached the border of my pants.
He slid one finger on either side, caressing the skin that was still covered.
I felt the button of my jeans pop open, and one of his hands slip deeper till he hit what he was looking for.
I whimpered as his fingers grazed my clit, sending shocks through my body.
“Moan for us, Lailah,” Brayden whispered against my lips.
His words sent heat surging through my body. I quivered at the dirtiness of it, never having had someone say anything like that to me. Parker stroked again, and I moaned in pleasure, my fingers digging into Brayden’s arms.
“Oh God,” I panted as Parker started to rub two fingers on my needy flesh. “What are you doing to me?”
“Setting you free, Trouble,” Parker growled into my ear, his voice thick with his own need.
I tipped my head back and wrapped an arm around his neck to pull him down to me. This time, I was the one who took charge of the kiss, taking all I wanted from him. Brayden freed my breasts from the shirt and took one in his mouth. I cried out at the overstimulation that was coursing along my body.
“Let go, Lailah. Let us set you free; you’ve been locked away for too long,” Brayden said before he took my nipple in his teeth and gently bit down.
It was all I needed to be pushed over the edge, and I was no longer able to support myself as pleasure overtook my body.
I woke up panting, skin covered in a sheen of sweat, and knew by the dampness in my pajamas I had just orgasmed in my dream.
What the fuck just happened? With a shaky hand, I wiped my forehead, trying to make sense of what I’d just been dreaming.
I reached under my pillow and pulled out the book I’d hidden there.
I looked at the cover that had a confident woman backed by five guys with whom she was in a relationship at the same time.
That could never work, there is no way that guys would be willing to share one woman in the real world. I thought back to my dream. Well, it seems that I wouldn’t mind if two certain guys could figure out how to share. I blushed as I remembered their touch on my skin. It had felt so real.
“Time for a cold shower,” I mumbled to myself.
Grabbing my shower stuff, I made my way down the hall and breathed a sigh of relief when I found it empty.
I really didn’t want to deal with the crazy girls who had it out for me.
Now, I always made sure to take everything I needed in with me so it didn’t wander off.
I gently scrubbed my scalp, and combined with the heat of the water, the last of my lingering headache faded.
I took the time to shave since there wasn’t a demand for the showers at five o’clock in the evening.
“I can’t believe he blew you off like that. What has gotten into them lately?” a girl whined.
“Ever since Parker’s been hanging out with the charity case, he hasn’t been paying attention to anyone else. Did you hear that Hudson is actually tutoring her?” another girl shared. “He even blew off Mallory, and remember how he was so into her last year?”
I frowned, pausing mid-shave of my right leg.
Hudson had told me the whole story at dinner that night.
The one he shared with me was a seemingly different version than these girls knew.
Of course, Mallory wouldn’t want to be seen as a cheating whore, but if the shoe fits…
Not that Hudson acted on her advances, he was too good a guy to do that to his friend.
“I asked Brayden to go with me to the Halloween party, but he said he was already going with someone. How much you wanna bet it’s her?” the first girl said.
“Parker has been turning down everyone, too. Even Hudson said he wasn’t going to go with anyone. I know he keeps saying as a TA he needs to focus on school, but he’s making time to work with her twice a week,” the second girl screeched.
“You know what’s crazy, I’ve even noticed that Micah has been scaring off girls who have been messing with her. I’ve never heard or seen of him looking out for anyone besides Brayden,” the first girl said, sounding confused.
“What’s so special about her? I mean, I guess she’s kind of pretty, but she isn’t even that smart if she needs that much help from a tutor,” the second girl grumbled as they left the bathroom.
I quickly finished my shower and hustled out of the bathroom.
I peeked out the door first to make sure they weren’t still in the hall.
I dashed to my room and flopped onto my couch while I processed what I’d just heard.
I knew Brayden had asked me to go, and I agreed, but so did Parker, but I never gave him an answer.
I didn’t think Hudson had said much about it other than he was going.
What caught me off guard was what they said about Micah.
I didn’t think he liked me at all, why would he look out for me from the shadows?
My phone chirped at me from the coffee table. Grabbing it, I saw it was a text from Jay.
Jay:
Parker said he hurt you, you okay?
I smiled; I liked that he was checking in on me.
Lailah:
He has a hard head but I survived. Next time, I won’t try to headbutt him when he does something stupid.
Jay:
You still up for running?
Lailah:
Totally! What time do you want to meet up?
Jay:
6?
I groaned. I was out of my early morning routine thanks to Cami and her love of sleep and late nights.
Lailah:
I can manage that.
Jay:
Meet you out front of your dorm. We have to drive to the trail head.
Lailah:
Sounds good, see you tomorrow.
This will be good. I need to get back to running, and it might help keep me from having crazy sex dreams. I shivered at the phantom feeling of their touch.
Standing, I shook it off, not wanting to get distracted, and I decided to do some homework.
Nothing like working on a psychology project to keep your mind from wandering.