The man was starting to annoy me with how multifaceted he was.
And I kinda really liked it.
2JEREMY
Iwas shit at bullying and blackmailing.
Or that’s what Teresa liked to say. It had been easily the best four fucking days of my life, so if I was shit at it, who cared? I couldn’t get myself to care when she was in my room.
Again.
This time sitting in the middle of my bed, taking bites of pizza between bouts of her fingers trailing fire against her keyboard with how fast she could type. And fuck me, I had to fight against getting hard. I would never have figured typing as something that could get me uncomfortably excited, but it being her, I had a feeling everything she did could be categorized that way.
“And send,” she said, smiling brightly at me where I sat at my desk. There was plenty of space on my bed, but I was smart enough and luckily had enough blood left in my head, the one on my shoulders, when I’d summoned her over tonight that I’d taken my seat where I was.
“Good. How’d Gage grade your paper?” A little of the light in her eyes dimmed.
“It was okay.” She shrugged, and I knew I’d fucked up by asking about that dumb fuck as she started to put her things into her bag. “I should get going.”
“Oh?” I wasn’t ready for our night to come to an end.
“Yeah, I have an early morning practice, then we have to travel to?—“
“Fresno,” I cut in. Her hands stilled.
“You know a lot about my schedule,” she said slowly before glancing up at me. She had no idea. None. Clueless to just how deep my fucking obsession was when it came to her.
“I do,” I admitted before running my tongue over my bottom lip. It might have been the best damn four days of my life, but I swore I could still taste her lip gloss and feel her lips and tongue on me from the day I’d caught her in the library. I hadn’t let myself kiss her again. Shit, I hadn’t even held her hand. “You get back tomorrow?” She made a grunt I assumed was to confirm. “Good.”
“Good?” she asked as she shuffled off my bed. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her thighs or the way her tiny denim shorts had ridden up her thick muscled thighs. Thighs I wanted wrapped around my head as I gorged myself on what I knew would be the most perfect pussy ever created.
“Yeah. You have plans.” This made her laugh, which felt like I had been gifted with a goddamn gold star. “With me,” I added as I stood and stretched, my lower back complaining from sitting in that stiff old chair for the last three hours.
I felt her eyes on me and fought from grinning. I scratched at my abs, then reached back to stretch my shoulders, making sure to flex because it wasn’t lost on me that she liked my arms and body.
I looked up at her as I started my way to her. She was staring. Openly and freely taking her fill of me. Her pretty face brightened with a pink blush over her cheeks that traveled down to her neck and to the tips of her ears.Good, mi cielo. Look at me. I’m yours after all, I thought to myself.
“You know you could literally have anyone else hang out with you.”
“I don’t want anyone else.”
“Is this some kind of challenge?”
“What?”
“You know, a TikTok one? Something you’re doing to go, I don’t know, viral?”
“What?” I made a face and laughed.
“A frat one? Some kind of initiation hazing shit?”
“First off, I’m already in the Omegas. No initiation needed. And for the record, they’re very anti-hazing. I just…” My voice drifted off to nothing because it was so fucking tempting to just tell her. Lay my fucking cards on the table and confess just how goddamn in love I was with her. There was no other way to call it. I loved her. She was mine.
“You just?” She rolled her hands in front of her in a gesture to spit it out.
“Want to hang out. With you.”
“Me?” Her eyes widened with suspicion.
