Page 28 of Breathe Like Hell

But this shit wouldn’t last—didn’t last.

He wouldn’t be satisfied like this, and neither would I. Not forever.

Whatever wires that’d gotten crossed in both of our brains needed more. The more was the danger that would inevitably wreck us in the end. Everything with Mason was deeper than I really wanted to think about, and I didn’t know exactly when that’d happened. When I’d slipped so far.

The first day I met him. That’s when.

Mason bent over me and buried his face in my chest, inhaling deeply, lowering himself down my body and groaning into my t-shirt. He pushed the hem up over my chest, dragging his lips along my stomach, then the curve of my breast. I tipped my head back, eyes closing, skin tingling, lips falling open on a soft moan.

He fucked me hard, until both of us were sweating and I knew his scent had infused itself in my every pore, then he came all over my back—as if he needed to mark his territory any more than he already was.

As if I wasn’t already letting him fuck me stupid, face down on his bed, mindlessly panting and desperately arching, coming harder only because I knew Micah was going to know I’d done this.

I’m so fucked up.

Per Mason’s request, I didn’t shower his scent off of me before we left for campus. I was perversely grateful he’d told me not to, so I could blame it all on him instead of my own twisted mind.

We arrived at Blackpine’s campus and Mason parked, not listening to a word of my protest as he started walking me to the chemical engineering building.

“You can leave me here,” I pleaded at the entrance to Stanton.

“Yeah, no. I’m walking you all the way to his classroom. I’m already here.”

“You should piss on me. That would be less obvious,” I grumbled as Mason followed me through the glass doors into the building. The way he referred to the lecture hall as his classroom grated on me; it was in his tone. Felt like he was disrespecting it in some backwards way. Letting me know he thought this pursuit of chemical engineering I shared with Micah was stupid or insignificant.

“You’d like that?” Mason draped an arm over my shoulders.

“No. Absolutely not.”

I increased my pace, walking quickly through the hallways, until I reached the lecture hall. Through the small window cut into the door, I could see Micah standing behind the desk at the front, his eyes focused on his laptop. The weight of Mason’s arm pressed down on my shoulders, adding to the constant heaviness of my guilt.

Shrugging Mason’s arm off me, I pulled the door open. Micah looked over immediately, spotting me first, then Mason standing behind me. His expression darkened.

But he didn’t do anything other than turn his focus back on the screen.

I slipped into the room and let the door swing shut behind me, ascending the steps to my usual seat in the back by the windows. It wasn’t raining yet, but the clouds were getting darker, rolling over campus like a thick blanket, swearing an oath of precipitation.

The lecture slides Micah had pulled up on the projector were about piping and tubing. It was an important topic, a very useful one, but not the most riveting. I knew he greatly preferred talking about and observing our labs compared to lecturing.

I tapped the capped end of my blue pen on the table quietly, waiting for lecture to begin.

Micah’s eyes found mine from the front of the classroom and I wondered if he could smell Mason’s kapnos on me, even at this distance. Cheeks flushing, I stared down at my desk. I could still feel bits of dried cum streaking my spine.

Eventually, Micah began today’s lesson.

My phone buzzed on the table, and I snatched it up to cut the noise.

Mila

You have to respond to my texts or else I’m literally going to bust into whatever classroom you’re sitting in to see you with my own eyes

Me

Shit. I’m sorry, I forgot

I ran my fingers through my hair, chewing on my lower lip. Mila had texted me a couple times this morning asking for updates on my night with Mason, but I’d been too caught up in other stuff to remember to respond to her.

Mila