Chapter 16
Looking down at my phone and smirking as I walk across campus, I feel someone walk up next to me.
“Let me guess, you’re ditching me to go over and see him?”
“No, he’s at my apartment.” Scrunching my nose up, not wanting to look over at her, but I can see her staring at me from the corner of my eyes. “In my defense, he promised to feed us.”
“You better be glad you know how to bribe me… and it better be good food.”
Her comments make me laugh and toss my arm around her neck, pulling her closer to me.
“I’m gonna go home and change real quick, then I’ll be over.”
My mind wanders for a moment.
“Yes, I’m giving you enough time to fuck him before I get there.”
“You know me so well.”
“You know, I was hoping by now you’d no longer be dick-dazed by him.”
“Dick-dazed?” I shriek.
“Yeah, dick-dazed.” She laughs along with me. “But seriously, it’s been what, weeks, and you’re still obsessed with him.”
“I wouldn’t say obsessed.”
“Babe,” she leans into me. “You wear his tooth around your neck.”
My mouth drops as I look at her, stunned.
“What? Didn’t think I knew?” She laughs, shaking her head. “If it’s anyone else’s tooth, you have way bigger problems than being dick-dazed.” Nodding her head, she doesn’t wait for me to say another word before turning and walking towards her car.
Parking my car in front of his bike, I shake my head before walking the short distance to my apartment.
“Eli?” I call out as I walk into the living room, not seeing him.
“Shit, sorry.” I hear him mumble from down the hall where the bathroom is.
“It’s fine. Low went to change first.”
“Did she?” his eyebrow crocked as he rounds the corner, a towel tied low around his waist, and smirking at me.
“Yes. Well, I have a feeling she went home first so we could have some alone time.”
“Why you say that?”
“Cause she told me I was dick-dazed.”
A smile teamed with mischief spread across his face as he nods and moves closer to me. “Good to know.” His voice lowering as his hand comes around my lower back, pulling me into him.
“I am not.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I’m not,” I’m trying not to grin now, “now if she accused me of being stuck in a tongue-trance…”
“I’ll take it.” He laughs out.
I pull the knot on his towel, letting it fall to the ground. His dick bouncing as if to greet me, but before I’m able to sink to my knees, hands are gripping my ass, lifting me up until my legs wrap around his waist.
Our lips finding one another as if being away for the few hours we were today was too long. And we’re fiening for one another already.
Maybe I am dick-dazed.
His hands are on the waistband of my jeans, tugging them and my panties down as soon as my ass touches the bed. I’m pulling my shirt off and unhooking my bra.
“Goddamn,” he whispers as he steps back, looking at me, rubbing his hand along his shaft.
“Eli…” I trail, his eyes coming up to mine, “fuck me.”
His eyes blaze as he pounces on the bed, landing between my thighs, pushing them wider while his hand comes underneath my pelvis, lifting it up just enough, lining his cock with my entrance and slamming inside.
“Fuck,” we moan out in unison.
Gripping my hips, he holds them just enough as he slams inside.
Pistoning into me, we both know we have little time, but I’ll be damned if I can’t walk into a room with him without needing him inside me.
“Oh my God,” I gasp as he lifts me until my chest touches his, now straddling his lap as he slams up inside me, his lips coming down, taking my nipple between his teeth, pulling another gasp out.
It feels as if my entire body is vibrating; leaning in, he smirks. “Your phone’s ringing.” Realizing now that it was only partial, my body trembling. “Get it.” He tells me, an evil grin across his face.
“Shit,” whimpering out as he’s pushing up into me again. Before I’m pivoting over to my phone. I’m only slightly surprised when he continues to press into me, nearly thrusting me off the bed, but his hand on my shoulder, keeping me upright.
“Shit,” groaning out, turning my phone to show him who’s calling.
“Get it.” He laughs louder. Leaning in closer. “Come on, Sketch, prove you’re not dick-dazed.”
“What?” I snap out, hearing Eli’s amusement, pulling down the phone. “Shh.”
Z pauses for a moment before he starts. “Damn, I love you too.” Now, laughing into the phone, but I’m sure he’s not oblivious to what’s going on, but trying to convince him it’s something else because he doesn’t want to think about it.
“Look, we’re going up tonight.” I always know where he’s meaning when he says it vaguely like that.
“Stay in LA until I let you know we’re back. ” His words confuse me.
“Damn. Thanks. No invitation?” trying my best to maintain my composure as Eli presses inside again.
“We’re leaving in 30 minutes.”
“What?!” I’m shocked as Eli pauses for a moment, slowing his movements. He continues to pump into me, but is now intrigued by the call.
“I’ll explain when I see you next.”
“She finally there?” I ask, and Eli tilts his head, questioning.
“I’ll explain when I see you.” He repeats as if he’s trying to keep something concealed, but I can hear the change in his voice already.
The line dies almost immediately as I look back at Eli, whose eyes darken once again before he forces a moan out of me as he slams inside again, not taking much more before I’m convulsing around him and feeling his body stiffen up before his release.
Collapsing on the bed next to one another, he looks over at me and smiles.
“What?”
He shakes his head, but I can read it written on his face. The words he wants to say. The things he wants to confess to me.
Leaning into me, he gives me a sad smirk.
“Don’t worry.” He kisses my forehead before he motions as if his lips were a zipper and he throws away the key before he pushes himself off the bed and moves over to where his bag sits on my floor and pulls his jeans out.
“I’m guessing Tate’s there?” he says, changing the subject just for me.
“He didn’t say, but I think so.” Pausing, I look at him and sigh. “He told me to stay in LA.”
“And?”
“And we live in the same city, which isn’t LA.”
“Maybe he just meant cause you live on the north side of the city. And you know, some people think anything north of downtown is LA.”
“Or…” I pause. “The more likely reason is that although my brother’s accounts pay for my school and apartment, he doesn’t actually know where I live.”
“He’s been here.”
“Sure he knows how to get here, but obviously not where I live.”
“Why do you say obviously?” Eli asks as he walks back across the room, sitting down next to me on the bed.
“He’s just always had more important things.”
My phone buzzing again as it breaks the moment, and I smirk as Low tells me she’s on her way.
* * *
We can hear Eli’s bike rev from inside the apartment, and Low sends me a curious look.
“What?”
Her eyes widen as she bounces to the window, looking out and somehow simultaneously relaxing and tensing up more.
“What?” I ask again.
“For a second I thought someone from the club was here, but it’s just… Eli…”
“Yeah. The bike’s easier to hide than his truck.”
“Damn…” she trails off as she watches him. “Okay, I get it.” She laughs now.
“What?”
“I knew he was hot.” She admits. “But it’s more than that. Seeing the way he looks at you. Going to get us food because he’d rather be in the same room as you even if you’re studying than being away from you. It’s really sweet.”
I don’t know what else to say to her, so I just turn walking back into the kitchen.
“The way he looks at you…” she pauses. “He’s in love with you.”
“Shut up.” I mumble as I pour a glass of water.
“What?”
“I know he is, okay. He told me the other night.”
“He told you!” she shrieks before moving across the room after me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because he didn’t actually say it, and then he told me he wouldn’t until I was ready.”
“Wait, he didn’t actually say it?”
“No.”
“Then how?”
“He just said he’d do worse for someone he loves.”
“…than what?”
“What?”
“He’d do worse than what?”
“Getting blood on himself.”
She just tilts her head, confused by what I’m saying, but just continues to stare at me.
“I was on my period, okay?” tossing my hands up as I turn away from her.
We’re quiet for a few minutes until we’re back over at the table, in front of the books.
“Are you…”
“What?”
“…in love with him?”
“I — I don’t know.” I whisper, not able to give her any other answer.
She doesn’t respond this time, which is rare for her, so I look up and she’s staring back at me, smirking.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head. The sound of the bike’s engine coming closer as she nods, telling me she knows just how full of shit I actually am.