I feel his fingers long after he lets go, but the defined and slightly hard cock beneath my bum betrays his desire and makes it hard for me to think about anything else.
Desire that I created.That feels good.
I didn’t think it could get any more intense than it’d been in the bathroom, but as I mess up his hair and look down at him, I already find him watching me intently. Above him, I feel powerful. His chest is bare with my kiss marks all over his tatted skin, and his glasses … oh my gosh.
They’re not good for my sanity.
Placing a hand on his chest, I pull out my phone and take a few pictures of my thighs straddling his torso while also making sure his darkened face is visible. Looking down at my screen, I gulp at the phone. Yep, the photos are definitely going to break the internet. My brothers are going to be so pissed.
I should get off his lap, but he’s like Medusa. I’ve turned into complete stone with a wild beating heart while just looking at him.
A gasp leaves my lips when, suddenly, he reaches up and wraps a hand around my neck and pulls my face centimeters from his lips.
“You’re stupid if you don’t get off my dick in the next ten seconds. Or else we’d both better hope my sister has fallen asleep for the night.”
My past self would scream at me if she knew what I was about to do. But he makes me so mad. Why do I want to do things I would have never done before? But somehow, I feel confident. I don’t care that he’s my rival and the only important people in my life hate him. I just want to feel sexy, wanted …needed.
I hate that he’s the only one who makes me feel this way.
Placing my arms on either side of his head and smiling an almost-wicked smile, I push my hips back and grind slowly on his dick before moving them in a circle. I chuckle when I feel him harden to the point where it must be painful, and before he can say anything or grab my hips, I straighten up and hop off his bed.
My shaky legs almost make me tumble to the floor as I quickly grab my purse and exit his room without looking back. Smiling, I tiptoe past his sleeping sister on the couch when I hear him curse.
Amelia: 1.
Meathead: 0.
CHAPTER19
LEVI
The past week has been total chaos.
After we took the photo, Amelia posted it only a couple of hours later, and my life definitely changed. And maybe not for the better.
Yes, sales have been going up at a rapid pace. But all this unwanted attention is not something I’m used to. And I don’t think I’ll ever be okay with random strangers all around the world being invested in my life.
Before my fake relationship was posted, I could walk around town without getting swarmed by the paparazzi. Now? Well, that’s a totally different story. I can’t go anywhere without tons of people following me, screaming different things at me. And it always has something to do with Amelia and her brothers.
I’m tired of this fake relationship, and it just started. I’ve heard the name Times Three one too many times.
“Hey, are you okay?” Rowan comes into sight, worry all over his face.
Today is a bad day. So, when I felt the slight trembles in my body, I drove to my bandmates’ house to distract myself—and for them to watch me.
Stella loves going to Axel and Rowan’s house, and they adore it just as much. That thought couldn’t make me happier because I know she has someone else besides me to look out for her.
“Yeah, I’m good. Why?” I answer simply, looking at my bandmate like he’s crazy.
He pulls out a chair beside me and focuses his attention on me. “You’ve seemed tense lately—that’s all.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shrug. “Life is just weird right now. I’m not used to all the attention, and my mom called me the other day again.”
I know exactly why I’m getting frequent calls from her now. I refuse to “help” her, so, now, I’m going to get spammed until I do.
“Block her ass.”
No one gets it. Once I hit the Block button, I’ll bid her good-bye forever. And that’s too hard. I can’t do that right now without reaching for a bottle.
