Would she let me pin her down? Let me fuck enough pleasure into her that she’d walk funny for a week?
I picture her face twisted in ecstasy, eyes rolling back, mouth open and gasping, body arching beneath mine as I work her open inch by inch. I can almost hear the breathy little sounds punching out of her throat.
A muscle jumps in my jaw. The air between us is thick enough to choke on, but her eyes flick away, cheeks growing redder, less alluring and more ashamed.
“Don’t hide from me, Millie,” I say, breathing through the heat clawing under my skin. “Don’t act like what youfeel is wrong, baby. It’s not.”
She meets my gaze again, defiance lining her pretty face. Slowly, she sits up, holding the blanket close to her chest and I realize nothing covers her shoulders. Not one flimsy strap.
She’s bare, from the waist up at the very least.
Fuck. The air moves and her scent fills my nose, an afterthought of perfume mixing with sleep, and... arousal.
My cock jerks in my sweats.
“I’d give you a few minutes to take care of yourself, but I’d lose my fucking mind knowing what you’re doing.” I rise to my feet, jaw tight, eyes locked on her. “Come on.”Before I forget my place. “Let’s work that frustration out of your system.”
16
Millie
Irush across campus, avoiding puddles, the light drizzle that started last night not easing up. Heavy rain would be better. At least when it’s pouring it down, an umbrella helps—unless it’s fucking with my already terrible sleep schedule—but today, the rain is so fine it hangs in the air like thick fog.
Everything is damp. The rooftops, the manicured lawns, my face, hair, and clothes. Pulling my hoodie higher doesn’t help.
Rounding the lecture building, I head for the cafeteria, in desperate need of caffeine after half-snoozing through my morning classes. I’ve been tossing and turning in bed for three nights straight, barely getting any sleep.
I blame Creed. And Noah. And most of all, I blame Abby. If she’d refrained from having an orgy in our room or remembered the cursed umbrella, I’d be perfectly fine.
Thanks to her, I’m everything but.
Noah’s touch, the way he lit up my body with nothing more than his thigh pressed between my legs, made things worse.
The dreams I had that night dug my hole deeper, and waking up needy, aching, horny all over again, only to find Creed on the edge of the bed, was the last nail in my coffin.
For the first few seconds, I wasn’t sure if he was really there or if I was still dreaming, starting the scene from the top.
My throat closed up when he spoke, making it painfully obvious my arousal was on display. His dark eyes, loaded words, that raspy note in his tone...
I’m still not entirely sure how we ended up sweating at the gym, pushing our bodies through torture, instead of fucking in Noah’s bed.
I took the treadmill, running at full speed as if I could outrun the desire slicking my thighs. Creed was on the other side of the room, landing one blow after another, the heavy boxing bag swinging back and forth. I watched the expanse of his shoulders in the mirrors. He took his t-shirt off as soon as he entered and my breath stuttered same way it did when I saw him shirtless before the fight.
He found my reaction amusing.
I found his body obscenely hot.
Every line of him is honed to perfection. Muscles ripple down his inked chest and abdomen, more on his back, blue-green veins snaking up his forearms and biceps.
I couldn’t stop staring.
“Mini Ward!”
I spin, catching sight of Dash across the quad. Creed’s with him, leaning against the stone wall, a cigarette in hand, dark hair damp and falling to his forehead. My pulse picks up pace because I know what’s hiding beneath his Gravemont hoodie since I’ve been staring at his bare chest and back for the last three mornings at the gym, getting up earlier than I normally would, to start my workout at the same time he does.
Now, I can’t stop mentally undressing him.
Dash grins, ushering me over, but I wave my empty coffee cup and push the cafeteria door open. Warmth hits me in the face, my cheeks and nose stinging from the cold outside.
