lie. A part of me considered being a dick. I could bring her to the edge just to leave her hanging there. I want her to understand how she makes me feel. But punishing her is the last thing on my mind when she’s touching me like she never wants to let me go.
“God, this is so wrong,” she whines.
When I pause, she shakes her head, her grip on me tightening. “No, don’t stop.”
“Then don’t tell me it’s wrong,” I growl.
She whimpers when I hoist her body up, using the wall for leverage against her back as I toss her legs over my shoulders. Her pussy is in front of my face, my new favorite all-night diner. I eat her like a prisoner’s last meal on death row.
Her toes curl against my back as every muscle in her body contracts. Her chest is heaving, hair spilling around her shoulders as she makes the sweetest sounds of surrender. It’s too late to fuck with her, but the worst part is, I don’t even want to anymore. She comes for me without inhibition, her breath hissing between her teeth, and her nipples scraping against her tank top. I’m still lapping at her sweetness when she shudders and begs me for mercy.
“Too much.” She jerks breathlessly. “Too much.”
I take one last deep hit of her before I ease her off my shoulders and set her upright again. When I reach down and adjust my dick in my pants, she watches me, her eyes glazed as her pulse thrashes in her neck. I’m pretty sure she’s trying to figure out how she can ruin this moment because it’s way too vulnerable for her. Though a part of me hopes she won’t. A fucked-up part deep inside me wants her to want me for real. I feel like Kail is the only one who really could. I want to go back to that summer when she didn’t know who I was, and I never had to question her motives. Everything was so simple then. But now there’s a new determination in her eyes. She’s already reconstructing me as the monster she swears I am.
“Tomorrow, we go back to hating each other.” She yanks her shorts up abruptly.
The muscles in my back contract as I stand and shrug. “Who said I don’t hate you right now?”
An awkward pause of silence hangs between us. She doesn’t know what to do, and I’m trying not to let my emotions get the best of me.
She points at the lounger. “You can sleep there if you’re desperate, but don’t think this is going to be a regular occurrence. And if you come near my bed—"
“Yeah, yeah. You’ll mace my ass,” I finish for her.
Her eyes flare as I tug off my sweatpants and toss them aside, revealing my cock. She breathes too loudly, and I stroke it once while she watches.
“I’m gonna jack off in your shower first,” I tell her. “Want to watch?”
She’s still standing there speechless when I head into the bathroom. Using her bar of soap, I then jerk myself off all over her loofah.
13
Kailani
I watched.
Clearly, something is deeply wrong with me. Because even when he comes back out and puts on his sweatpants and climbs into my bed, I don’t kick him out.
I could, and I should. But I don’t.
We both lie there, staring up at the ceiling. The Mace canister is curled into my fist like a lifeline, but it doesn’t feel so necessary anymore. The more I’m around him, the more it makes me question what the hell even happened between us. Maybe it was all just a bad dream, and I’m insane. It’s easier to justify it away because the alternative means that some twisted part of me is still attracted to him. And if that’s true, that weak fragment of my soul wants more than anything to feel his touch again.
“How did you get those scars on your arm?” I whisper into the darkness.
Landon turns his head, and I can feel him staring at the side of my face, but I don’t trust myself to return his gaze.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”
His response hurts, so I pretend it doesn’t by rolling onto my side, leaving him to face my back.
“Whatever.”
At this point, I don’t have much faith sleep will come, especially while he’s here. But when he curls his body against mine and slings his arm over my waist, I melt into him.
“I still don’t like you.” He