“Because you’re the one who set it on fire,” he states, his light brown eyes narrowing at the accusation.
“Colt told you that?”What a little tattletale.
“He didn’t have to.” He takes a step toward me. “What did he do to you?”
“Nothing.” I shrug.
“You’re lying.” His jaw sharpens. “What the fuck did he do, Ray? I’ll go beat his fucking ass if he hurt you…”
“Calm down.” I walk over to him and place my hands on his chest, but he pulls away from me.
“Calm down?” he repeats. “You set his car on fire. Do you not understand how crazy that was? Your mother is going to kill you.”
I smile. “No, she won’t.” Colt won’t tell her that it was me because then he’d have to explain why I did it in the first place. He’ll make sure that no video is posted of what I did tonight. He has to keep up his good boy status with her because it’s a part of his sick game with me. “You’re worrying too much.” I untuck his button-up; my adrenaline is pumping. My body is on fire, my pussy pulsating. I’m horny as fuck right now.
“Ray,” he growls my name, swatting my hands away.
“What are you doing here?” I ask again.
He pulls away from me and pats down the pockets of his slacks, sighing. “After you dropped me off at home, I tried to call you but realized I don’t have my cell. Did I leave it in your car?”
“No. You had it in your hand when you got out.”Lie.I took it.
He runs a hand down his face. “I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it. The last time I remember having it was when the movie was over. I had turned the ringer back on. I’m going to go look, just in case.” Turning, he gives me his back.
I reach out and grab the back of his shirt. Spinning him around to face me, I wrap my arms around his neck. “I can think of something better you can do now that you’re here.”
I’m not stupid. He’s going to see the video that Colt plastered all over the internet, but I’d like to postpone it for as long as I can. Not because I give a fuck about Nate, but because I don’t want to give Colt the satisfaction of winning.
He pulls his face back, his light brown eyes dropping to my lips. “Are you high? You smell like weed.”
Fuck. “Tatum was smoking. I tried it.” I used to smoke back in high school, but he doesn’t know that.
“Since when did you start smoking?”
I shrug. “It was just one hit.” The thought of Nate coming here to look for his phone never crossed my mind. Otherwise, I would have chosen something else for my revenge. Or waited until another night.
“Raylee.” He glares down at me. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Nothing. I swear.”
He looks like he wants to argue, but instead, he reaches down, grips my bare thighs, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and allow him to carry me to my bed. I need a good fuck after the night I’ve had. And his dick is better than my vibrator.
Dropping me on the bed, he undoes my jean shorts, and I lift my ass so he can wiggle them down along with my thong. While he’s undoing his slacks, I lift my shirt up and over my head and unfasten my bra. I lie back down, and he’s hurrying to put a condom on his dick, which means he doesn’t want me to suck it. I frown because I love doing that.
Once it’s on, he’s on top of me. His tongue is shoved down my throat, and I swallow the spit that comes along with his messy kiss. His hand goes between my legs, and I spread them for easier access. Gripping his dick, he pushes inside me. The thing about Nate is that he has a pretty decent-sized cock. He just doesn’t know how to use it. Not for me anyway. I close my eyes, trying to think of something that will get me off.
My body needs a lot. The main thing for me is the foreplay. I like my sex rough and dirty. Tie me down and make me beg to suck you off. Spit on me, humiliate me. Hell, slap me around and call me your filthy slut. I promise, my body likes it. I’ve done my research, and a few cases say that kinks can be brought on by childhood trauma, but that’s not the case with me.
I’ve told Nate what I like, and although he wasn’t disgusted by it, he also didn’t want to do it that way. He’s not into that kind of stuff.
“Oh, god, baby.” He groans in my ear when his hips start to move.
I run my nails down his back, and he hisses in a breath.
“Not so rough, Ray,” he whines.
I want to roll my eyes. “Stop,” I say with my hand on his chest.
