37. Wren
WREN
I hate him.
I hate him so much, and I think it’s because I love him.
“Fucking finally.”
His mouth leaves mine for a second, and I grow angrier, so I shush him.
“Don’t talk.”
My shirt flies off, and he grips my chin fiercely. I know he wants to say something. I can read him like the back of my hand.
Stone and I are always neck and neck.
Insult to insult.
Instead of saying anything, he clams up. He picks me up and throws me on the bed and rips my jeans off in one single whoosh.
“Spread,” he demands.
Stone stands over me like a predator with my jeans still in his grasp. He drops them to the floor, and he goes next.
My panties rip, and I want to kick him, but when his hot mouth sucks on my clit, a moan leaves me.
“ Fuck .”
My orgasm builds quickly. I should be embarrassed at how needy I am, but I’ve been giving him the cold shoulder for so long that my body is desperate for anything.
“You can say you hate me, but your cunt doesn’t.”
Asshole .
He’s always right, and it’s irritating.
Before I let go and come for him like I know he wants, I scramble away and replace his mouth with my hand.
His lips are glistening from burying his face between my legs, and it’s so hot that it forces me to use both hands to work myself like he was.
His eyes narrow, and I tingle. My eyes close with pleasure, and I moan.
I’m coming so hard that I don’t realize Stone has pinned my hands above my head with one of his while the other has three fingers inside me. I squeeze and ride his hand.
“I want to tear you to pieces.” He bites on my ear lobe.
I spread my legs, and he positions himself.
I’m too turned on to shove him away again.
I’ve missed him too much, even if I won’t admit it.
“Ditto,” I reply, spreading myself wider.
He grunts beside my ear.
Oh my God.
I stretch, and our hands are everywhere.
His kisses are hot and sloppy, and when his teeth sink down onto my lip, I taste blood right away.
I lean back, and his face is red with determination. He licks my blood off his mouth and pounds into me even harder.
“You can hate me all you want.” He bends down, and his tongue swipes against mine.
I kiss him back and bite his lip the same way he bit mine.
“But this pussy is mine, Sticks.”
Another orgasm builds, and I yell out his name. I know the entire house can hear us.
But I don’t care.
“Say it.” Stone’s grip is hard on my face.
My lips form a pout, but he squeezes my cheeks.
“Say it while you show me how much you fucking hate me, baby.”
He spins us without breaking stride. I’m on top, and his fingers pinch my waist with delicious pressure.
There’s a smack on the door. “Stone, we have to fucking go!”
“Leave without me.” His voice is eerily calm, even though he has sweat dripping down his face and a red flush creeping up his neck. “Do what you want with me, Wren. Get that hatred out of your fucking system, because I’m done giving you space.”
I move above him and try to focus on my own needs, but instead, I’m moving in the way that I know he likes and letting him touch every inch of my body.
“Fuck,” he hisses between his teeth.
I curve my hips, dragging my clit over his dick with the angle.
“You’re even more desirable with the look of hatred in your eye.”
His abs flex, and we move in sync. He thrusts into me as I come down on him.
“I love it when you hate me.”
I don’t hate him.
I wish I did, but I don’t.
That’s why I’ve pulled away all week. I’m not angry. I’m hurt.
I whimper when he pinches my nipple. I throw my head back when another wave of pleasure works down my spine.
Stone stills beneath me, and hot pressure fills me at the same time that he kisses me feverishly, like he’s afraid it’s the last time.
“Stone! You have one fucking minute, and you’re driving yourself.”
“Fucking hell,” he says against my mouth. He shoots an angry gaze at our bedroom door.
I try to climb off him, but he doesn’t let me. His palms clamp to my hips, and he keeps me still.
“What are you doing?” I’m out of breath, so it comes out as a whisper.
“Waiting.”
“For what?” I try to get up again.
He’s going to be late.
I have never seen him look so sincere. His hardened gaze is nowhere to be found, and instead, his blue eyes are pleading.
“For you to stop hating me.”
I suck in my lip, and he finally lets me go this time. I stand on shaky legs and wrap the blanket around me and watch him hastily move around the room to get dressed. His bag is slung over his shoulder, and his tie is loose around his neck. My heart pounds harder with each second that goes by.
“I don’t hate you.” I glance away. “But I wish I did.”
My chest squeezes. I stomp my foot and clench my teeth. I pull the blanket tighter around my body.
His finger is soft when it lands on my cheek. My blurry eyes betray me, and a tear slips down, but Stone swipes it away before it has a chance to fall to the floor.
“I don’t hate you either,” he says, bouncing his gaze back and forth between mine.
“I’m still mad at you,” I say.
“I don’t care,” he replies.
“Stone! Let’s fucking go.”
He doesn’t even glance at the door.
“You hurt me.” I push at his chest. He can’t be late for the bus. His coach will murder him.
“I’m sorry.” He looks away.
“Go.” I nod toward the door.
“I can’t.”
My brows furrow.
His blue eyes snap to mine, like something just clicked into place. He grips my blanket and cups my cheek.
“I can’t go without telling you that I love you.”
My world stops.
My heart skips a beat.
I want to bang my fists on his chest and say, How dare you love me!
Because I love him too, and all love does is make you vulnerable.
But sure enough, I reach up on my tiptoes and whisper against his mouth, “I love you too.”
He kisses me, but the door flies open and interrupts us a second later. Taylor is standing in the doorway, and he’s furious.
“Oh my God. We’re all just fucking elated that you two have made up, but we can celebrate later. We’re going to be late!”
Stone grimaces.
I smile. “Good luck, boys.”
Stone makes it halfway down the hall. “Ally will be here in ten minutes. I’ll see you in the stands, baby.”
My jaw drops. “What?”
He chuckles along with the rest of our housemates. “As if we’d let you stay here alone.”
The front door latches, and I rush over to the bedroom window and pry it open. All their heads swivel to me.
“I have homework!” I shout. “And a huge chemistry test! I can’t come to the game!”
“Study on the way!” Evan yells.
He’s such a traitor.
Archer nods. “It’s not safe for you to be alone.”
Stone angles his chiseled jaw in my direction. “Do it in the stands, Sticks. Or do it on the way. Either way, your ass better be there.”
I shove the window shut, and they haul ass down the road.
A Taylor Swift song catches my attention, and I know that it’s Ally.
There’s a defiant part of me that wants to stay home, just to irritate Stone. But at the end of the day, it really isn’t safe.
My father could be anywhere, and chances are, he’s closer than I think.