With a grunt, he dives into the one on the left, slamming it shut at the same time a voice calls into the apartment.
“Sutton! You home?”
His brother.
I let out a squeak when my back hits the mattress against the far wall, beneath a wooden headboard that’s flush with a large window. Sutton falls on top of me, planting his knee between my thighs and slapping his palm over my mouth.
His fingers are freezing, and I suppress a full-body chill, though I can’t be sure what exactly it’s from—his touch or the fact that we might get caught.
“Hello?” A knock on the closed door makes my eyes bulge, and Sutton’s jaw shifts. He glances over his shoulder, and we both see it at the same time: the unlocked knob, which twists before Sutton jolts back to reality.
“I’m naked,” he shouts, louder than probably necessary.
The doorknob ceases moving. “Oh. Well, shit, you see me naked all the fucking time. Who cares?”
My eyebrows arch, and Sutton’s grip on my mouth tightens.
Between my thighs, I’m throbbing, but I try not to focus too much on how good it feels to be pinned down like this by him.
“I—I’m not decent,” he says weakly, meeting my gaze. There’s something haunted living in his, and it feels a lot heavier than the reality of us being merely forbidden by school policy.
My heart aches to know what secrets he keeps hidden.
“What does ‘not decent’ mean?” his brother asks. “Are you, like…masturbating?”
Suddenly my mouth is dry, the image of him fisting himself too much for me to handle.
Sutton’s lips part as he seems to settle atop me, his hips pressing into mine more firmly. I gasp through my nose, my pulse skyrocketing at the sensation, the hard planes of his body against the soft contours of mine.
I widen my legs a little more, allowing him better access. His nostrils flare, and he shakes his head.
Since he didn’t pin my limbs down that well, I hook one of my calves around his waist, encouraging more. I don’t force it, not wanting to make him do something he doesn’tactuallywant to do, but I flutter my lashes as if to sayit’s okay.
Use me, I want to beg. The broken parts of me want the distraction, the urgency, the dependence. This at least I know I’m good at.
He drags his palm away from my mouth, sliding it down and turning his hand to pinch my chin between two fingers. A war rages in his irises, and I watch his throat bob, trying to keep myself from whimpering.
The way he looks at me feels like I’m being seared from the inside out. My body grows unbearably hot as he shifts, notching the pleat of his pants against my center.
Sutton leans in, his lips hovering so close to mine that I can taste the toothpaste he must have used recently. For some reason, that sends a spark of jealousy spiraling through myabdomen, wondering if he used it because it’s a routine or if he was with someone.
I lift one hand, threading it through his hair. A muscle in his jaw twitches, and his eyes drop.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, so softly that it barely even makes a sound. “We can worry about the consequences later.”
His breathing deepens, and he floats an inch closer, mouth parting.
My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip.
He tracks the movement, and my stomach gets heavy. My breasts ache behind the confines of my shirt, hungry for his touch.
When he starts to move in again, his gaze hypnotic, I close my eyes and wait.
“Or… oh shit, do you have someone in there?” Beckett asks next, chuckling. “I didn’t really need anything, so don’t bother coming out. I was just letting you know I’m heading to a Curator party in the quarry, so don’t wait up tonight.”
Within seconds, Sutton twists out of my embrace, launching off the bed and stalking over to the door. He positions himself so I’m shielded as he cracks it, peeking his head into the dim hall.
I glance around, trying to get my bearings. The shift happened so suddenly that it takes a second for my eyesight to adjust to the room, and as I do, I take in the covered mirrors on the bureau and hanging on what I assume is a closet door. There’s a stack of papers on the nightstand beneath a ballpoint pen and a worn copy of some book.
