Broken Trust A Dark High School Romance - Tate James Page 0,73

Jasper cut me off. “No, she can’t. I already booked Riley for Mario this afternoon.”

“Ugh, you suck!” She whined at her brother, but eventually got in her car and took off with a wave and a promise to be over soon.

“Mario?” I questioned Jasper. Beck still hadn’t let go of me, and if I was being honest I wasn’t really in any hurry to detach his arm from my waist any time soon. “I hope you either mean Mario’s Pizza or Mario Kart. Or both.”

Jasper grinned, and Evan laughed.

“I like the way you think, Spare,” Evan complimented me. “Both sounds fucking epic. I’ll swing past Mario’s Pizza and meet you guys back in Riley’s apartment, yeah?”

The boys all said their goodbyes and I—shockingly—ended up strapped into the passenger seat of Beck’s Bugatti. A seat I was beginning to think of as my seat, which was probably another item to discuss with my therapist, whenever I got around to that.

Neither of us spoke for the drive home, but the way he drove—taking the long route, slamming through corners and far exceeding the speed limit—was deliberate. By the time we pulled up in front of our building, I was practically trembling with adrenaline. Among other things.

Fucking Beck. Everything he did lately seemed to just be proving how well he knew me, and god fucking damn if he hadn’t just got me all kinds of hot and bothered right before we were supposed to hang out with the whole gang.

“Everything okay, Butterfly?” he asked with total faked innocence when we stepped into the elevator. My arms were folded under my breasts and my thighs were clenched tight, but still I gave him a tight smile like nothing was wrong.

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” I lied.

A small smile played at his lips. Smug fuck. “Okay, well if you need a hand with anything ... just let me know.” His wink told me exactly where that hand would go if I accepted.

Beck pressed the button for our floor and as the doors slid closed, my resolve crumbled.

I threw myself at him in a flurry of motion, my school skirt was bunched around my waist, my panties discarded, and Beck’s long fingers were buried deep inside my aching pussy.

I moaned, long and way too loud as he skillfully finger fucked me against the wall of the elevator, sending me crashing over the edge into a dizzying orgasm right before we reached our floor.

Thankfully, no one was in the corridor outside the elevators when the door slid open, because although he’d gotten me off with the speed of light, I was still riding the aftershocks of my climax as he smoothed my skirt back down and pocketed my underwear.

Beck’s strong arm around my waist was the only thing that kept me on my stupid stiletto heels as I wobbled out of the elevator, my knees like jelly and glow worms still dancing across my vision. Still, neither of us spoke until we reached my front door and he claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss.

“I should get changed, and so should you. The boys will be here any minute,” I warned him, and a devilish look crossed his face.

“Do me a favor?” he asked, and silly me with my post-orgasm euphoria, just nodded. “Don’t wear any panties,” he whispered, his voice dark and dirty and full of promise.

I should have told him to go shove it, that we couldn’t just go back to playing happy families because we’d had one little group heart to heart. I should have told him that sex was not the answer to our problems, and that it was only confusing the situation more. I should have told him that I wasn’t interested in letting him toy with me, in allowing the sexual anticipation and excitement near drown me until the rest of the guys fucked off later that night.

I should have. But instead I just gave him a smirk of my own and let myself into my apartment, leaving him out in the hall without an answer.

Which, really, was answer enough.

24

As it turned out, letting my libido rule my actions was a terrible idea. Or an excellent one. The jury was still out on that case. I’d not only followed Beck’s instructions of leaving my panties off, I’d gone one step further and changed into a casual sweater dress, rather than the sweats I’d been planning on.

While I was perfectly safe sitting in one of my twin recliners to whoop Jasper’s