The tease comes off more flirty than I expected, but the cheesy smile he gives me has me relaxing.
I can do this. It's just casual dates with a friend.
"Oh, it's not the only thing I want," he teases, his eyes dropping to my lips.
Okay. So, casual dates with friends who kiss. No big deal.
"Can I kiss you?"
My eyes fall to his mouth at his question. My head is telling me to go for it, but my stupid fucking heart wavers as it cries out for the one it belongs to. I'm tired of listening to my heart, though. The damn thing is useless at guiding me to people who won't break it. I think I'll try listening to my head for a change.
At my slow nod, he steps closer and lifts both palms to rest against the door so that he's caging me in. Alek teases me at first with light brushes of his lips against mine before he finally stops playing and tangles his tongue with mine.
I keep my mind firmly in the present and what's happening right now, no matter how much it fights me to go somewhere else. My hands leave the door and land on his chest, fisting his shirt and dragging him closer, as he deepens the kiss.
My stomach flutters, and I swear I can feel the pounding of my heart throughout my face.
Alek slides his leg between both of mine until his knee rests against my pussy, and the thickness of his dick behind his slacks rests against my leg. I'm so lost in the sensations that pour through me, I unintentionally rub against his knee. He must feel the heat from my pussy because he lets out a deep groan of pleasure, and suddenly, I'm tossed back into the pool house.
Keaton's groan.
Rianna's malicious smirk and taunting words.
Keaton's bare dick covered in her juices.
Over and over they play until I want to scream at the unfairness of it. All I want to do is move on, but how the hell can I do that when something as small as a groan triggers me?
"Charlie? Look at me, Charlie," Alek calls from far away.
Pressure on my chin has the taunting memories fading, and I'm left staring into pretty olive-green eyes.
Alek holds my chin up as he stares down at my face. "Talk to me. Where did you go?"
"The fucking pool house," I say bitterly.
I'm never going to look at one again without it being a fucking reminder that I wasn't enough for my boyfriend.
"What set it off? The kiss?"
His voice is full of understanding, and I can't appreciate him any more than I do right now. "No. It was the groan."
"Fuck."
"Pretty much," I mutter.
He sighs and, after inspecting my eyes one last time, he drops it and steps away, shoving his hands in his pockets and taking away his warmth. "I'm sorry, Charlie."
I shake my head and straighten. "Don't be. You're not the reason I'm in this position. Keaton is."
Might as well lay the blame where it belongs.
Unlocking the door and shoving it open, I glance over my shoulder. "Are you going to come in for a few?"
"Do you need me to?"
I sift through my head and heart to figure out what I'm feeling.
Anger.
