Page 27 of Seeds of Passion


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Alfie says nothing, just shrugs like it’s not worth discussing.

I sigh. “Alright, I’ll check tomorrow. Happy?”

“Fine,” Tara mutters. “It’s only because I care about your future.”

I shake my head, wondering how the hell I ended up here, having a conversation about “my future” instead of drunk in someone else’s bed.

Tara nudges my arm again.

“Hey. I know you’re trying to act all cool and whatever, but you kinda seem like you’re in a bad mood.”

“Yeah,” I mutter. “You could say that.”

She waits, probably hoping I’ll open up or something. I don’t. I just keep walking, hands jammed in my jacket pockets.

I’m not even sure what’s bothering me more—the fact that I torched my shot with volleyball girl, or the image stuck in my head that won’t let go.

Delilah.

That look in her eye. That voice, flat and fearless.

I want an orgasm.

Like it was just a task to cross off her to-do list.

And now I can’t stop wondering if she got it.

If she found someone tonight—maybe Jared, maybe not—someone who made her lose that perfect little edge of control.

I grit my teeth.

Good for her.

Seriously.

Good for fucking her.

6

DELILAH

The first thing I hear when I wake up is Lacey moaning through the wall. Loudly. Like obnoxiously loud. Like “This is the best sex I’ve ever had. Oh my god, Carter, don’t stop” loud. I swear this is like some porn type moaning.

I groan into the pillow, pressing it over my ears, but it does nothing. The walls of this stupid-ass frat house might as well be made of paper.

To make things worse, I’m not alone. There’s a giant, heavy arm draped over my waist.

I blink at the bare, muscled chest inches from my face, and then it all comes rushing back.

I was drunk, irritated, and giddy as hell watching Troy Hawkins walk out of the party with his tail between his legs.

The second he was gone, I felt a new kind of freedom settle in my bones.

No more Troy Hawkins ruining my night, I can sleep with whoever I want to.

Now, I could finally do what I set out to do—find a guy, havesome decent sex for once, and go home feeling satisfied for the first time in forever.

That’s when I saw Deano.