Waking up with Gracie in my arms was a sight to behold.
Waking up to Gracie grinding herself against her cock before burying her head in my neck as she came was a goddamn fantasy come to life.
I knew she was fighting with herself. She couldn’t hide the shame and embarrassment on her face, so I decided to play it off like the whole thing never happened and luckily, she decided to look away as I got up and left the room because there was no hiding the wet spot in my sweats from where I came right alongside her.
Jesus, it was so fucking hot.
Like a dream come to life.
Now we’re in my car, heading back to campus and the tension in the car is stifling. I want to put my hand on her thigh and tell her that everything is okay, that she has nothing to worry about and that it was the hottest moment of my life, but I think she needed this.
I think this will be the catalyst to make her look at me differently, so I don’t say anything.
I don’t say a goddamn word.
This could be the moment that she realizes she feels more for me than friendship, so I need to give her the space she needs to come to terms with things.
She’s been more touchy-feely lately, reaching out to squeeze my thigh when she’s talking or hugging me. She’s also been texting me a lot too, as though I’m now the first person that she thinks to text when something happens, or if she sees a funny video or meme.
We’re slowly getting to where we need to be, and this could be the turning point I’ve been hoping for.
Mind you, I didn’t think it would be her getting herself off on me while she thought I was sleeping, but I’ve always known she had a kinky side to her, and it was my absolute pleasure to give her what she needed. I had been so tempted to let her know that I was awake and take things into my own hands, but I worried that if she knew, she’d stop.
I was so far gone from just lying there with her already that I was basically halfway to the edge before she even started.
I shiver as I recall her hot breath against my skin as she whimpered. That sound has been repeating over and over andoverin my head since it happened, and I’m lucky I had the foresight to wear jeans for the drive back because if I was wearing sweats right now, there would be no way to hide the evidence of my arousal from her.
All too soon, I’m pulling up in front of her building. She turns to face me as I put the car in park, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, and she looks as though she’s about to either burst out in tears or break down completely.
Oh fuck, I can’t deal with her tears.
If she cries for any other reason than sex, it breaks me.
And me being the reason behind her tears? Well, I’ll have to kick my own ass for making her cry.
The last thing I wanted to do was upset her.
“Thank you for staying with me, it was exactly what I needed.”
In more ways than one.
I give her an easy smile and pull her in for a quick hug. It only lasts a couple of seconds, and I pull back and jump out of the car before she can say anything. She’s slower than I was, and by the time the door closes behind her, I’m already handing her bag over to her.
I take a chance a kiss to her forehead before slowly backing away and giving her a smile. “I’ll see you later, little one,” I say before jumping back in the car and driving away before I change my mind and carry her up to her room to do some veryunfriendlythings to her.
The drive to the cottage only takes a couple of minutes, and I’m in a world of my own as I park up and head inside, only to find Harley pacing in the entry way with his phone in hand and a worried expression on his face.
Is he worried about me? I was meant to be back yesterday—which I totally lied to Gracie about, since the plan was always to come back at the same time as her and Cole—but I told them both that I was staying for another day and I even called them last night once Gracie had fallen asleep to see how they were, so I don’t understand why it would be about me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Have you heard from Cole? Logan? Lana?” he rushes to ask, and my brows shoot up.
“No,” I say slowly. “What happened?”
He throws his arms in the air and resumes pacing. “We all chilled last night, but I woke up this morning to everyone gone. That would have been perfectly normal except classes don’t start until tomorrow and when is Logan ever out of the house before 8 a.m. when he doesn’t need to be? I’ve tried calling all three of them but haven’t gotten a response, and now I’m freaking out.”
I force him to stop moving by putting my hands on his shoulders and halting his movements, questions filling my mind but putting on my mask and taking over as the caretaker in an attempt to calm him down.
