Chapter 23 Lane #2
“I’m not looking at you like anything.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“Yep!”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “I’m thinking, okay? It’s just wild to me that you’re so obsessed with this one guy.”
“Talk about a broken record—”
“It’s true, though. There are billions of guys out there, and here you are, clinging to the same old safety blanket.”
She brings a finger to her chin. “I think they call it monogamy, you know.”
“But you guys aren’t even together anymore,” I fire back, too harshly.
“Wow, yeah.” She frowns. “Thanks for the reminder.”
“Sorry. It’s just so dumb.”
She mutters something and dives back into her books, and I figure I should give her some space for the rest of the day.
Once we’ve chowed down on our microwave carb feast, I settle into the couch, but I still can’t relax. Lois falls back next to me and curls up in the corner.
“You sure you don’t want to head out with the others?” she asks quietly. “It’s not too late. I don’t mind spending the night alone, you know. So if you want to party—”
“You trying to get rid of me?”
“I’m not!”
“I don’t give a shit about partying,” I say, flinging an arm over the back of the couch.
She nods and turns back to the TV, her legs tucked beneath her, making her look so distant.
“You can stretch your legs out, you know.”
She hesitates, and so I reach for her ankles and pull them over my thighs.
It takes her a few breaths to relax. There’s nothing inherently sexual about this situation, but the heat of her skin against mine is getting to me.
I trail my fingers down her calves, and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I can’t stop.
I’m doing my best to play it cool—inside I’m on fire.
She shivers, and I can feel her gaze on me like a phantom touch.
I keep my eyes fixed on the TV, but as the scenes go flashing by, all I see are images of Lois pushed up against that fence, Lois moaning, Lois coming if only I’d been able to finish what I started.
Then she’d see it isn’t just Kirk who can get her where she needs to be.
The guy has zero experience, but somehow she worships him like he’s some kind of sex god.
My jaw is clenching. I’m practically panting.
“Lane?” she whispers.
“What?”
“You okay?”
I push her legs off me and jump to my feet. I need water. I’m losing it! I pace around the couch, feeling Lois’s eyes on my back as I put a little distance between us, laying my hands on the armrest, catching my breath.
“Why are you so antsy? Is it something to do with the New Year?”
I look down at her. “Got any resolutions?”
“Resolutions are just things you didn’t manage to do the rest of the year, so—”
“So getting back with Kirk, then?” I can’t help myself.
She frowns. “Lovely. How about you?”
“No idea.”
That’s not exactly true. I do have one idea—and it’s getting bigger and harder with every second.
She tilts her head before shifting in her seat, stretching out on one side, an arm folded under her head, her curves gently rising and falling in front of me, sparking a fresh wave of desire.
“Why are you just standing there?”
Because I’m fighting every urge in my body not to throw myself at you.
I grip the side of the couch, willing myself not to give in, willing myself not to move.
I hold it all back until I can’t fight the feeling anymore.
It’s not a conscious decision—it’s a wave that crashes over me and sweeps me under.
Adrenaline is surging in me as I leap over the backrest and let myself fall behind her.
She gasps as I stretch out spooning her.
The seat is wide, but not wide enough for Lois to get away.
She’s already at the edge and nearly falls off trying to shoot me a confused look.
I ignore it and place my hand on her hip to keep her steady.
She swallows hard. I can tell her mind is racing behind her furrowed brow.
“Should I scoot over?”
“No, I’m good.”
“What are you doing?” she whispers, a quiver in her voice.
I pretend to weigh my options.
“You know what you haven’t done these past four years?”
She turns to look at me with a curious air, her body still against mine.
Looking her straight in the eye, I run my hand up and down her leg, from her knee to her hip and back again, waiting for her to react.
Her hair smells so good. It’s making my mouth water.
She’s staring at me like I’m crazy, when suddenly her gaze clears as she realizes what I’m asking.
“Do you trust me?” I whisper.
The way she’s pressed into me like this, I know she can feel how hard I am against her ass. Any minute now, she could jump up and leave and everything could suddenly spiral out of control. But she doesn’t move. Either she’s too shocked, or she wants this just as much as I do.
Slowly, she nods, and I think I might lose it.
There are no more safety buffers here. No Kirk.
No mission to complete. Just me and her on the couch, and I tip us past the point of no return, my hand gliding up to her stomach.
I feel her muscles tense, and I hold out for few seconds, wanting to make sure we’re on the same page.
I need this so bad. Because I can’t get it out of my head.
Because I need to see this fantasy through to the end—live out the movie that plays in my mind every fucking time I see her.
My fingers graze tentatively the hem of her shorts—she doesn’t stop me. The only thing that changes is her breath, picking up as I start inching my way toward her center.
I watch as she closes her eyes and parts her lips in silence, and I can’t take it anymore.
My fingers move like they’ve got a mind of their own, desperate to satisfy this pressure that’s been building for days.
There it is—my resolution. The one thing I hadn’t done this year.
And the only way for us to get back to normal.
I probably should say something, but instead I decide to kiss that damn neck of hers, inhaling her in.
She takes a sharp breath in, her back arching in response.
She whimpers when her ass grinds against my dick, and things ramp up as I let out a guttural sound I barely recognize.
I start sucking at her skin in earnest, nipping at her as I slowly peel back her waistband.
She clenches her thighs, and I pause. Her breath is ragged.
I watch her writhing on the couch, praying she doesn’t stop me.
Then one leg falls open, inviting me in. Thank fuck.
I find her bare underneath, and I think I might just have died and gone to heaven. Another groan escapes me when I feel how wet she is for me. My fingers part her lips as I slowly slide between her folds, burrowing deeper down. After that, it all goes a little hazy.
I’m used to going hard and fast, but with Lois, I take it slow.
Just a single finger and she’s already panting.
I slide it in and out, my thumb gently circling her clit, savoring the way she squirms beneath me.
When I add a second, her whole body starts to tremble.
I listen to every sound she makes, how she moans, how she moves, holding her close while covering her neck and mouth with kisses.
I reach out with my other arm, lace my fingers through hers, and pin her hand above her head.
I feel my pulse quicken as her fingers tighten over mine.
Each slow, deliberate thrust between her legs draws a fresh moan from her lips.
Then she grabs my wrist with her free hand, steadying herself—and starts to move with me, riding my hand like maybe I’m not the only one who can’t get enough. Fuck. That’s it, baby.
Her scent is everywhere now, something floral cut through with a musky saltiness that makes my mouth water even more—and I’m on fire.
What was supposed to feel weird feels so incredibly right, and my cock is aching for more.
Sweet torture overwhelms me as my hips buck against her ass, struggling to hold back, every nerve begging to let go.
I want to hear her scream my name, and I wasn’t expecting to feel this way.
I shake off the thought and move faster, nudging Lois to the edge, pushing her toward the moment of release.
Then I’ll be able to move on, then I’ll be able to…
Her orgasm hits hard, rippling from my fingers to her throat.
She tightens around me, shuddering, and my mind goes entirely blank.
I’m left completely drained—well, except for the ache between my legs.
Lois catches her breath, gulping in the air, and my lightheadedness clears as I come crashing back down to reality.
My fingers are still inside her, my lips against her skin.
I feel exposed and undone all at once. Shit.
This was supposed to make things easier, but everything suddenly seems a thousand times more complicated. I’m too scared to move.
I’m still stuck in my head, when someone pounds at the front door. Lois and I jolt upright, and the banging gets harder. I jump to my feet, frowning. Jesus Christ. I’ve got a raging hard-on—every step hurts like hell.
“Oh, Laaaaney!” Lewis calls through the keyhole.
Lois yelps and makes a dash for the corridor.
“Come on, open up.” I recognize Donovan’s voice.
What the fuck are they doing here? I open the door a crack to find the entire Campus Drivers crew on the other side, along with Carter and Becca.
“Heading in!” Lewis barges past me and into the apartment. “The party was so lame we left.”
Don and Adam follow suit, back-slapping me as they go, Carter peering at me as if he already knows what they’ve just walked in on.
I lock eyes with him. I’m too rattled to look away.
I can’t decide whether I hate them or I’m grateful they arrived just in time to stop a fallout with Lois.
All I know is that I’m an absolute mess. And I need to jerk off immediately.