“No, Zeke. Not Pam and Jim. Not Ross and Rachel. Not Romeo and Juliet.”
Zeke jerked his head back and rolled his eyes.
“We’re Ollie and Mia. Not some bloody love story or fairy tale. Those all have endings,” I reiterated before finishing off the bottle. “Real love never dies.” I hopped off his bed and retrieved another bottle from the fridge, my mind wandering to weeks ago when I cried after our lovemaking in the library.
Couldn’t.
Believe.
It.
There I was, trying to give my girl something she couldn’t live without—a reason to take back her words on being without me for a whole year, only to lose control with a heap of emotions. I blamed it on seven months without her.Yeah, let’s blame it on that.
Tears reminded us we could feel.
Pain reminded us we were alive.
And I’d rather feel too much than feeling nothing at all.
But right now, all I could feel at the moment was my hard dick against my joggers as I imagined myself inside her. The moment Mia had told me she loved me before reaching the inescapable brink, it had been enough to push me over the edge. It’s what our love did. But our climax was never the intended purpose—it was the result of what we shared.
Falling back over the bed, I adjusted my hard-on and asked, “Have you been watching over her?” Zeke didn’t respond. The back of Zeke’s curly head faced me as he sat before the telly on the floor. “Someone’s messing with her. You think it’s the new security guard?”
Zeke shook his head.
“Do you know who it is?”
Zeke shook his head.
“Do you like The Office?”
Zeke shook his head.
Bloody hell, he wasn’tlistening.
“Alright, mate. I’m leaving, and I’m taking one for the road.” I reached into the fridge and grabbed another Schweppes. “See you tomorrow.”
After the door closed behind me, Maddie’s eyes trapped me in before her body did.
“Where ya off to in such a hurry?” she asked, taking the Schweppes from my hand and shaking the wisps of hair out of her eyes. I stepped around her, not in the mood for another pissing contest. “Did ya hear about your girl?”
My feet stopped before my brain fully registered. Turning around, I finally looked at Maddie like she wanted all along. But all I wanted was to know what the fuck she was talking about.
And all my dick wanted was to be inside something as it jerked at the closeness of a wet fanny. “What are you talking about?”
Maddie drew closer and fluttered her lashes. I froze as she lifted herself on her toes and scraped her teeth along my earlobe. “Rumor has it, while you’re trapped in your room all hours of the night being a good ‘ole boy, Officer Scott creeps into Mia’s room and doesn’t come out until the sun comes up.” She pulled her head away. “Every night,” she enunciated.
My mouth went dry, and I tried to swallow. “You’re a liar.”
“Ah, I wish I was.” She shrugged. “Guess miss perfect isn’t so perfect after all.” Steam came out of my ears. I flipped Maddie around and squished the side of her face into the cement. My eyes made their rounds, scanning the hall to make sure we were alone. The security guard must already be in the mess hall for the dinner rush. “Ironic, isn’t it? You’re all fucked up while Mia’s getting fucked.”
Clenching my jaw, I dug my fingers into the back of her neck as I leaned into her ear. “Leave her name out of your mouth.”
Maddie’s arse grazed the chub in my pants. I should have known this was all a ruse to get to me. I released her, and she turned around and replaced her arse with her hand. “I love it when ya wear these joggers,”—her grip on me tightened, and my growing knob obeyed— “Let me take care of you.”
“Fuck no,” I seethed, just as Jude walked by. He flicked his eyes back in front of him, pretending he didn’t see anything.
“C’mon, O,” she whined, her hand doing me favors and my pelvis leaning into it—wanting it.
