This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,82
hell. I dig my heels into his ass, giving him permission to fill me. His mouth parts silently seconds before his cock jerks. He groans low and seductive. The feeling of him coming sends me into another tiny orgasm. I dig my fingers into his ass, bringing him closer to me while we ride out our joint pleasure.
Collapsing, he angles to the side and pulls me with him. Our chests war for breath against one another’s, slowly coming back down to Earth. He trails his hands up my arms and cups the back of my head, making me look at him. We don’t say anything. We don’t have to.
We get zero sleep, spending the night exploring each other’s bodies. Just as the sun starts to come up, we roll away from each other, and the heaviness of what we’ve done hits me.
If his father finds out, Stone may never see his mother again.
28
The next morning, it’s almost impossible not to beg Stone for more of last night despite the possible repercussions. From the purest hate to the purest lust, the emotions between us have always been extreme. Just thinking of the day ahead where I have to be indifferent to him threads even more longing through me. It’s why I follow him into the bathroom and suck his cock with the rainfall showerhead slicking his silky skin. He comes hard in my mouth, his hand pulling my hair near the roots.
The look he gives me afterward promises me so much more until Wyatt comes strolling in. “Seriously? Just fuck me.”
“Shut up, dickhead,” Stone snarls. “Get the fuck out of here.”
The slightly distorted glass shower wall doesn’t hide anything as I get to my feet. Stone moves me under the water, cupping the back of my head as the rain pelts over my curls. He kisses my temple, lips lingering before turning and getting out of the shower. “Jesus. Now I have to see your freshly sucked dick, too?”
“Is there a reason why you’re in here?”
“I came to tell Dakota I made her omelets.”
“In her bathroom?”
“I guess I could throw them away.”
“Don’t you dare,” I speak up, shampooing my hair. I let my head fall back, rinsing the soap out.
“Dude. Stop fucking ogling her like that.”
“Easy for you to say,” Wyatt grinds out.
I start in with the conditioner. “I’ll be out in five minutes, cowboy. Sorry I’m late.”
Wyatt snorts. “I don’t believe that for a second, but I’ll keep them warm for you.”
He turns and leaves. Stone’s next, hand lingering on the glass door. “I have to go get ready.”
“Okay,” I murmur, voice tight, knowing this is the closest I’ll be to him all day. He’ll probably have to go back to his dad’s house tonight, and who knows if Marissa will be there or not—they’re supposed to be engaged after all.
“After class, I’m taking you to a doctor to get what we discussed last night.”
“Uh, thanks,” I say. It wasn’t really much of a discussion, I would’ve done anything to get his cock inside me last night. And if that’s what it fucking feels like with no condom, I need birth control. But just because that’s what I want, doesn’t mean that I’m not embarrassed about having him hold my hand through this. If I’d grown up normal, these things wouldn’t be such a big deal.
Stone leaves, and I finish getting ready. After I throw some clothes on, trying yet a different bra Stone gave me, I practically skip to the kitchen. Lucas is already there, frowning down at his half-eaten plate. Immediately, I sense the mood in the house is kind of somber. I press my lips together as Wyatt slides two omelets onto my plate.
Neither one of them really say anything, and the tension rises again once Stone comes in, too. He steers clear of me, and I don’t blame him. What happened in my room last night needs to stay in my room. We especially have to act normal when we’re in school today.
Wyatt sits down and starts to eat, shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth. Stone looks around before going to the oven where Wyatt pulled the food he made out of and finds nothing. “Are the omelets gone?”
“Yeah,” Wyatt grins. “I figured you already had something delicious this morning.”
“This morning?” Lucas scoffs. “I think it was all last night.”
My face blazes. For guys who all claimed me, there seems to be a lot of jealousy in the air.