Jasper grinned, and Evan laughed.
“I like the way you think, Spare,” Evan complimented me. “Both sounds fucking epic. I’ll swing past Mario’s Pizza and meet you guys back in Riley’s apartment, yeah?”
The boys all said their goodbyes and I—shockingly—ended up strapped into the passenger seat of Beck’s Bugatti. A seat I was beginning to think of asmyseat, which was probably another item to discuss with my therapist, whenever I got around to that.
Neither of us spoke for the drive home, but the way he drove—taking the long route, slamming through corners and far exceeding the speed limit—was deliberate. By the time we pulled up in front of our building, I was practically trembling with adrenaline. Among other things.
Fucking Beck. Everything he did lately seemed to just be proving how well he knew me, and god fucking damn if he hadn’t just got me all kinds of hot and bothered right before we were supposed to hang out with the whole gang.
“Everything okay, Butterfly?” he asked with total faked innocence when we stepped into the elevator. My arms were folded under my breasts and my thighs were clenched tight, but still I gave him a tight smile like nothing was wrong.
“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” I lied.
A small smile played at his lips. Smug fuck. “Okay, well if you need a hand with anything ... just let me know.” His wink told me exactly where thathandwould go if I accepted.
Beck pressed the button for our floor and as the doors slid closed, my resolve crumbled.
I threw myself at him in a flurry of motion, my school skirt was bunched around my waist, my panties discarded, and Beck’s long fingers were buried deep inside my aching pussy.
I moaned, long and way too loud as he skillfully finger fucked me against the wall of the elevator, sending me crashing over the edge into a dizzying orgasm right before we reached our floor.
Thankfully, no one was in the corridor outside the elevators when the door slid open, because although he’d gotten me off with the speed of light, I was still riding the aftershocks of my climax as he smoothed my skirt back down and pocketed my underwear.
Beck’s strong arm around my waist was the only thing that kept me on my stupid stiletto heels as I wobbled out of the elevator, my knees like jelly and glow worms still dancing across my vision. Still, neither of us spoke until we reached my front door and he claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss.
“I should get changed, and so should you. The boys will be here any minute,” I warned him, and a devilish look crossed his face.
“Do me a favor?” he asked, and silly me with my post-orgasm euphoria, just nodded. “Don’t wear any panties,” he whispered, his voice dark and dirty and full of promise.
I should have told him to go shove it, that we couldn’t just go back to playing happy families because we’d had one little group heart to heart. I should have told him that sex was not the answer to our problems, and that it was only confusing the situation more. Ishouldhave told him that I wasn’t interested in letting him toy with me, in allowing the sexual anticipation and excitement near drown me until the rest of the guys fucked off later that night.
I should have. But instead I just gave him a smirk of my own and let myself into my apartment, leaving him out in the hall without an answer.
Which, really, was answer enough.
24
As it turned out, letting my libido rule my actions was a terrible idea. Or an excellent one. The jury was still out on that case. I’d not only followed Beck’s instructions of leaving my panties off, I’d gone one step further and changed into a casual sweater dress, rather than the sweats I’d been planning on.
While I was perfectly safe sitting in one of my twin recliners to whoop Jasper’s ass in Mario Kart—proving I was a better driver than him on and off the roads—it was when I relinquished the controller to Evan, and Beck pulled me into his lap on the couch, that I was in trouble.
He wasn’t even subtleabout toying with me, either. Eventually it was getting all too heated, and I excused myself to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
And by glass of water, I meant that I needed to go stick my head in the freezer for a quick second.
“Hey,” Dylan said from behind me as I was neck deep inside my ice box, and I jumped with fright. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized with a knowing smile. “Looking for ice cream?”
“Huh?” I blinked at him for a second. “Oh, uh, yes. Yes, that’s what I’m doing. Looking for ... ice cream.” I chewed my lip and avoided eye contact so he wouldn’t see the clear lie. Not that he probably hadn’t already worked it out. Ugh, I badly needed to work on a Delta face of my own.
“So what’s up?” I asked him, grabbing the first carton of ice cream I could touch from my freezer and plonking it down on the counter to grab a spoon.
Dylan started to say something, then stopped himself and scratched the back of his head uncomfortably. “I just wanted to check you were okay,” he finally said. “The other night at the gala—”when I kissed him...
“I’m fine,” I assured him, cutting off whatever else he was going to say. “We’re cool, right?”
He frowned at me for a long moment, concern evident on his face. “Yeah, always. Just so long as Beck didn’t—”
“I’m fine,” I said again. I didn’t really want to hear what he thought Beck might have done after seeing me kiss his best friend, but I was pretty sure fucking me fast and dirty in the bathroom wasn’t it. What could I say? We had issues.
