A memory of Aaron doing the same thing to me flashes behind my closed eyelids and I groan, shaking it away. I press my hard dick to her thigh, letting the fabric of my jeans rub against me roughly. One of her hands drops to skim over my zipper.
My head is buzzing, my hands tingling from the drink Felix mixed. Sure—I’m not a virgin anymore; I lost my virginity at the end of last summer to a girl on the track team. But I’ve still only been with two girls total, and now I have Angel in front of me, looking at me like I’m a sex god. Well, from where my hand slips between her legs, feeling the wet patch on her lacy underwear, I might just be.
Bang—bang—bang!
We jump—and then laugh a little. We don’t move at all as I yell, “Taken, find somewhere else.” and put my lips back to her cleavage. She moans, loud and needy.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Louder this time—loud enough to ring in Angel’s ears. We move away from the door.
“Hey—asshole—I said move along.” We wait a moment, and sure enough they come again. Groaning, I make sure we’re both still decent—and then swing the door open. “What the fuc—” I stare at a hard chest. I’m not used to looking up at people anymore, in fact, only a few people at our school are taller than me. And of course—of fucking course—this one is standing right in front of me. His green eyes glare down at me, black hair messy like he’s been pulling on it, letting it fall over his forehead.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Aaron asks, voice loud and rough. He shoves my chest, pushing me back into the bathroom and standing just inside, most likely so I can’t shut the door in his face.
“That’s none of your business. There are other bathrooms in the house, dude.” I glare back. I won’t let him intimidate me. We have been amicable since last August after the incident, but he hasn’t exactly been friend of the year either. He doesn’t have a right to question what I do.
“Uh—I think it is when you’re trying to fuck some girl in my friend’s bathroom.” Aaron crosses his big arms—the Lancaster Soccer T-shirt bringing my attention to where it’s pulling tight across his chest. I look back up to meet his eyes. He lifts a brow.
“Benny?” Angel grabs my hand where it hangs at my side. I turn my head and look down at her. She looks at me with big blue eyes—startled and confused. I angle my body toward her slightly and run a hand over her hair.
“It’s okay, he’ll leave in a minute, nothing’s wrong.” She smiles and presses my hand against her cheek. Aaron scoffs.
“Like fuck I will.” I glare at him again.
“I’m not sure what crawled up your entitled ass and died, Aaron, but where and who I fuck has nothing to do with you. Please leave.” He stares back at me—eyes calculating—assessing the situation and the tension in the room. My cheeks feel hot under the gaze. I hate it. I hate the way my body reacts to him even now—when I can’t stand being around him. That tick—I can hear it.
“No.” he says the word through clenched teeth—like a wild animal just barely restraining itself from attacking.
“Why? What’s the deal, Aaron? Are you tallying? Still keeping track of how many people are dropping onto their knees in front of me?” Okay, that might have been a low blow. I might have pushed too far.
Aaron narrows his eyes—mouth slowly curling into a cruel smile, one I’ve never seen before.
“Ben.” Angel pulls on my hand again. She can probably feel the anger rolling off of Aaron the way I can. I turn fully toward her with a sigh. Smiling, I rub at her hip again, my other hand cradling her jaw.
“Wanna play a game with me?” Her eyes brighten and she stands a bit straighter. “Let’s play hide and seek.” She giggles.
“Hide and seek?”
“Yeah. You go hide downstairs, and when I find you—” I lean down and whisper in her ear so low Aaron won’t be able to hear me. “I’ll eat you whole.” Angel gasps, looking at me wide-eyed, blushing deeply as I pullaway.
“O-okay. Yeah. Come find me.” She scurries out of the room—ducking behind Aaron to squeeze out of the door. He slams it shut and locks it as soon as she leaves.
I don’t bother looking at him as I hop up onto the marble counter next to the sink—resting the back of my head against the mirror. Aaron stays where he is—still as a statue.
“How long are you going to keep me prisoner in here?” I ask. The air is palpable and when my eyes finally look to where he stands, Aaron is looking at me with so much anger and what looks like hurt, that I think he might throttle me. I try not to freak out over the realization that it’s kind of turning me on.
His hands are at his sides now—shaking slightly—his chest rising and falling heavily. He watches me, sorting out his next move, blocking my exit. Fuck this. What gives him the right to be so mad anyway?
“What, still waiting for that tally? You’ll have to cut me some slack—I’m not too sure off the top of my head. Can I get back to you?”
Yeah—I fucked up. I shouldn’t have said that, shouldn’t have egged him on. At least I’ll have something nice to look at as I’m sent to my early grave.
Chapter Six
January 2018
Aaron
