Page 61 of Fueled Hate

“Yeah. I hope so.” Willow sets her mug on the counter before walking out of the kitchen.

The strange conversation is replaying in my head when Sadie’s bedroom door opens and she steps out, looking over to the mug in my hand, her eyes dropping to my stomach.

“Do you ever wear a shirt?”

“Not if I have a choice,” I say, taking a generous swallow of coffee as I watch her over the rim of my mug. She pours herself a cup with her back to me, purposely avoiding looking at me. But it’s too late. I saw the heat on her cheeks the moment she walked out of her bedroom.

Placing my mug on the counter, I step behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, my mouth next to her ear. “There’s no shame in looking … or touching … or tasting.”

Her body tenses against mine as my eyes fall shut, my hand gliding down her stomach and sliding under the waistband of her pajama shorts. My fingers rub over the soft material of her panties. Even in a drunken haze, every detail of last night is burned into my brain, and I only want to relive it.

“Willow is here,” Sadie says breathlessly as I push aside the fabric, my fingers stroking her as her head drops back against my chest.

“I know.” With one arm around her torso, I hold her against me as my other hand feels her, my fingers slipping inside. “I’ll make it quick.”

“Dylan.” She breathes my name as I pump my fingers inside her, rubbing her only a handful of times before she comes on my hand. My satisfaction is how easily she responds to my touch, how openly she’s giving in to her desire and relaxing with me. But fuck, it’s not enough. I’m afraid I’ll never get enough of her.

Slowly withdrawing my fingers, I lean forward, kissing her neck as she remains propped against me, her breathing heavy as she grips the counter.

Willow walks out of her room, not paying us much attention, though Sadie jumps, quickly stepping out of my arms. I snicker which earns me a glare, her cheeks redden as she says, “I’m going to get ready for class.”

“I thought you were taking the week off?” Willow asks.

Sadie stops in the doorway, replying back to Willow, “No, I’m ready to go back. This apartment is getting too crowded,” then shuts her bedroom door behind her.

Laughing, I pick up my mug, finishing my coffee.

Giving me a stern look, Willow points to me. “I will cut you.”

“Noted.” I nod, heading into Sadie’s bedroom where I grab my bag and fetch out a shirt.

Pulling it on, I gather my phone and keys then head to the living room, sitting on the couch until Sadie emerges. She’s dressed in a royal blue T-shirt with the signature howling coyote uni logo and a pair of yoga pants, complete with flip-flops. How does she look so enticing in something as plain as a T-shirt? Maybe it’s because I’ve seen what’s underneath and still want to delve deeper. Yeah. It’s a good idea to get out of this apartment for a while because I need some air.

“I have some things to take care of today.” I give her my key fob and shoot Bryce a quick message to swing by.

Sadie doesn’t move. Standing with the key fob resting on her palm, she studies it, a troubling look on her face because I don’t know what’s going through her head.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s funny how quickly you hand over one of the things guys care about most but not the other.” Her fingers wrap around the key fob as she swiftly walks out the apartment.

I want to follow her; tell her she already has every part of me that counts. But I don’t. My words won’t matter when she finds out everything I’ve done, and everything I’ll have to do.

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Sadie

There’re a few things I won’t admit to him. One is that I’m enjoying the smooth ride as I easily shift through the gears, steering the STI on campus. There’s no telling how much money he has put into this stupid car, more than he obviously should have, but it has definitely been modified to handle just right. Another is how I’m not only enjoying the ride but also the smell of his stupid car. Because it’s his. That sexy, masculine scent lingers around me; and after he’d given me an earth-shattering orgasm in the freakin’ kitchen … I’m hopeless. So, why in the hell had I opened my mouth and admitted that not only do I want to have sex with him but that I’m bothered by the fact that he hasn’t tried yet? Ugh—that’s what’s going through my mind. I have no clue what’s going on in his complicated brain.

Shoving the door open, I step out of the car, slamming it behind me. It’s not him pissing me off, it’s the desperation I’m feeling—the neediness, even—that’s driving me insane.

Attempting to focus, I hurry to class, mentally running through everything I need to catch up on. Already missing class this early in the semester, on top of everything going on, is just reminding me that this year is shot to hell, but that won’t stop me from trying to ace all of my classes. I need something to focus on other than Dylan’s dick, after all.

Class breezes by quickly as I play catch-up before I head to meet Willow in our spot at Coyote Café. I could hang out in there for hours, and I’d still feel behind.

Bliss fills me when I see Willow already at the table with a cup of coffee waiting for me. It’s much needed since my morning coffee was hijacked.

“Thank you,” I say, grabbing the cup as she slides it across the table.