Hood River Rat (Hood River Hoodlums #1) - K Webster Page 0,48

kiss…it just felt like more than a simple night of pleasure.

As soon as I feel better, I stand and shove the phones into my pocket. I’m shaky as I make my way over to the sink. After a quick splash of water on my face, I stare at my reflection. I’m paler than usual. The bags under my eyes are dark and pronounced. My cheeks seem hollowed out. Frankly, I look like shit. I feel like it too.

I should go back into the lunchroom where I abandoned my untouched lunch tray. Gio and Sidney are probably worried about me if they’re not still making out. It’s weird to see geeky Gio with someone like Sidney, but they somehow seem to work. Everyone else is totally freaked out by them. Even her friend Wendy has taken to hanging out with some other girls.

The door to the bathroom opens and I close my eyes, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone when I feel like this. Footsteps squeak across the linoleum. But when I don’t hear one of the stalls open, I open my eyes.

Oh, fuck.

Roan stares at me in the mirror, just a couple feet beside me. His bronze eyes are intense and assessing. They could almost be confused with worry. I know better, though. He’s not worried. If anything, he’s worried I’ll tell everyone he had a weak gay moment.

Whatever.

“What?” I rasp out, hating that my voice is shaky.

He steps closer. “You okay?”

“Yep.”

“Liar.”

“What do you want?” I demand, turning to glower at him. “Your friends are waiting. Jordy is waiting.”

He lets out a heavy sigh and runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes darting in an almost frantic way. “Listen…”

“I get it,” I hiss. “It was an accident. You were drunk. Whatever. I’m fine.”

Scowling, he shakes his head. “I wasn’t drunk. It wasn’t a fucking accident, Hollis.”

Hollis. Not rat.

My heart cracks down the middle.

God, I hate this guy.

“Just not good enough to acknowledge or talk about,” I state bitterly. “Could have fooled me when you came all over—”

He grabs the front of my sweatshirt and pulls me closer. “Lower your voice.”

“Right,” I sneer. “Wouldn’t want it to get out that you kissed a guy and fucking liked it.”

His eyes dart to my lips and it makes my heart flop inside my chest. “I didn’t like it.”

I flinch at his words.

“I didn’t like it,” he mutters, leaning closer. “Because I loved it.” His breath is hot, just inches from my mouth. “Confusing as fuck, but I loved it.”

“I loved it too,” I say with a sigh. “But that’s because I’m gay. Gays like kissing guys. It’s the way of our rainbow-colored world.”

“I loved the other stuff too.” Roan’s lips inch closer to mine. So close. “It felt good.”

This guy makes no sense. I don’t understand him one bit.

“But,” I whisper.

His lips press to mine, urgent and desperate. It ignites the anger inside me, turning it into a blazing inferno of need. Our mouths part and I slide my tongue against his, eager for another taste. Strong fingers bite into my hip as he walks me back toward a wall. He kisses me hungrily and wildly. The moment his hips press against mine, I feel just how aroused he is. His dick is every bit as hard as mine. We both want this.

I slide my fingers into his hair, tugging, pulling him closer to me. I’m starved for more of him. He blew me off after that night, hasn’t apologized, and I just forgive him. The guy doesn’t deserve my forgiveness, but I gift it anyway.

“I’m sorry.” His words come out as a breathy surprise against my wet, swollen lips. He trails a line of wet kisses to my earlobe. “Everything’s just so fucked up.” His teeth tug at my earlobe and I nearly nut in my pants.

Holy fuck.

“Roan,” I groan, greedily touching him wherever I can.

His lips find the side of my neck and he licks the skin there. Then, he sucks me into his mouth. Hard. Urgent. As though he wants to leave a memory of his mouth for all to see. I moan, tugging at his hair.

Someone laughs just outside the door and Roan practically jumps three feet in the air. He retreats away from me, his eyes wide with panic. With his disheveled hair and boner, there’s no hiding he was just making out with me. No one comes inside, so he broke away for nothing.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I, uh, I kind of lost control.”

I lick