Come Clean #2
As if she can read my mind, she says, “I was on my way back to campus when she walked by me. She was talking about being in your room and having an in. Might as well tell the truth, Kodiak. All the little lies are piling up and burying you.”
“I didn’t touch her.” I feel sick thinking about that day. How I behaved. What I almost let happen.
“I can hear the but in there. Something must’ve happened. I saw you with her again.”
I rub the bridge of my nose. “But I didn’t touch her.”
“This distinction really seems to matter to you, doesn’t it, Kodiak? As if your inaction somehow makes it better. Did she touch you that first day, after you humiliated me and drove me home? Did you let her put her hands on you, then?”
I shake my head, swallowing past the lump in my throat.
Lavender tilts her head to the side, pensive. Too perceptive. Even after all these years, she knows me too well for my own good. “So what happened then?”
“She wouldn’t leave.”
“Did you use your words, Kodiak? Seems like you’re pretty good at pushing people away when you want to.” She turns, giving me her profile, her fingers curl into fists and release. “Have you fucked her?”
“No.”
“Has she fucked you?” She smiles at the distinction she’s making, although it’s cynical.
“No.” Although she’s tried on multiple occasions to make it happen. She’s persistent and desperate, the latter of which I’m highly familiar with.
Lavender runs her finger across her eyebrow and rubs her temple, like she’s trying to get rid of a headache.
“And now you’re telling me you want me? That you always have, and you treated me like garbage for my own good?
” She glances down at the front of my basketball shorts, which do a shit job of hiding anything. “Are you turned on?”
I shrug. “You’re fired up, and there are sex toys all over your floor.”
“So acting like a dick gets you hard?”
“You giving me hell turns me on.” I wave a hand in her direction and give up completely. “And you in general, everything about you.”
“So what exactly did you think was going to happen when you busted in here and made it rain fake dicks? Did you think I would swoon at the romance of it all and ride yours?”
“I didn’t, no. I just thought . . . I just wanted—”
“To come in beating your chest and let Josiah know he couldn’t have me? Stake your claim.” She motions to my crotch again. “Kinda looks like that was your dick’s plan.”
“I didn’t have a plan. I wanted that guy not to put his hands on you.” I spit the words like bitter pills.
“So you could?”
I throw my hands in the air. “Yes. No. I don’t know. I told you I lied, that I want you.”
“And you sound like you’re really ecstatic about it too.”
“Maverick is my best friend, and River keeps threatening to murder me if I so much as look at you.” And I kind of believe he’d do it. River always seems like he’s on the edge of snapping.
She rolls her shoulders back and raises her chin, defiant and painfully beautiful.
“Nut the fuck up, Kodiak. You’ve been an asshole to me for a lot of years.
You made me think I was an annoyance and someone you’ve humored since you became a teenager, and you’ve done nothing but make this semester miserable for me.
Do you have any idea what it’s like living here with the three of you?
It’s a cockblock-a-thon. My entire damn life, everyone’s protected me.
Who are you to decide what’s best for me? ”
“Lavender—”
“Shut it, Kodiak. I don’t need this dadbro bullshit. You want me? Then do something proactive about it that isn’t being an asshole or pounding on your chest like some Neanderthal. You’re a damn genius. Use your brain and figure out how to manage the situation.”
I can do that. Be proactive. I take a step forward, but Lavender puts her hand up to stop me.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Being proactive.”
“By doing what, exactly?”
“Uh . . .” I scratch the edge of my jaw. “I was going to start by kissing you.”
Lavender snorts. “You think you deserve to kiss me after the hell you’ve put me through? That’s a fuck no, big boy. You want to know what my mouth tastes like, you need to earn it, and everything else.”
My erection kicks behind my basketball shorts. “Uh, right. Okay. What can I do? Should I . . . apologize again?”
She drags her tongue across her bottom lip, eyes narrowed as a slow smile forms. “You should sit the fuck down.”
I take several steps back and drop into her computer chair, which groans under my weight, since it’s made to fit her tiny body, not mine.
Lavender lifts her tank over her head and tosses it at me. Her tits are nestled in a white satin bra. There’s a lot of cleavage. Lavender has big boobs. She gets asked if they’re fake a lot, especially since the rest of her is so damn tiny. Fun size, really.
“What’re you doing?” My voice is about two octaves higher than it should be.
“You seem to think you know what happens when I’m alone up here. So I’m going to show you. And maybe it’ll give you a little motivation to figure your damn shit out.” She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra.
The straps slide down her arms, and she lets it fall to the floor, exposing her breasts. She grabs them and squeezes, tugging at her nipples. “I bet you want to do this, don’t you?”
“God, yes, I really do,” I grunt. I want them in my mouth. I want to slide my cock between those full, lush tits. I push out of the chair.
She raises a hand, giving me pause. “Sit down or the show’s over.”
I drop down and the chair rolls back, hitting her desk, causing the jar of pencils to fall over.
She pops the button on her jeans and drags her zipper down.
My erection strains, and I grip the arms of the chair to keep from launching myself at her, since the last thing I want her to do is stop.
She shimmies the denim over her hips and down her thighs.
She gives me her back, showing off a pair of black cheekies, and bends at the waist as she removes those too. Lavender’s ass is fan-fucking-tastic. Round and full and completely biteable. And smackable. I would know, since I’ve done both of those things.
She falters for a moment, back expanding as she drags in a deep breath. Her arms hang at her sides, and she draws a figure eight on the outside of her leg, like she’s trying to calm herself.
“You’re perfect, Lavender,” I tell her, afraid she’s going to lose her nerve and stop whatever this is.
She peeks coyly over her shoulder as she runs her hands over her hips.
I nod in encouragement. “I want to touch you like that.”
“I bet you do.” She palms her ass, gives it a squeeze, and follows it with a swift slap that makes me jump and her smile.
The thought crosses my mind that she might not be a virgin.
In which case, I’m going to want to dig some graves.
She runs her fingers through her long, wavy hair, pulling it into a ponytail and fixing it with an elastic before she turns around.
I take in all of her, naked and on display. Just for me, not a room full of people who all got to stare at my half-hard cock for three hours because I was trying to get a rise out of her. Because I wanted her but couldn’t face the consequences of admitting it. Because I was being an asshole.
I exhale a shaky breath, and the arms of the chair squeak under my grip.