for me to go harder and I do.
I continue it until I’m close—until I’ve hit just the right spot. She squeals again, bucking against me and I pull back to pull her up. Her chest presses against mine and she bounces on top of me until I reach the point of it all.
“Holy shit, Natalie,” I grunt against her ear as she bounces on top of me once more before we land against the bed. I slip my way of out of her to pull her against me. I bury my nose into her hair to breathe her in and she hugs me, gripping me tightly with a satisfying sigh.
It’s one of those moments where the sex is so damn good that you don’t want to say anything. It’s not awkward or annoying . . . It’s just right. It’s one of the moments you never want to let go of.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Natalie
I’m dreading this class more and more with each passing second. My fingers curl around my steering wheel as I stare ahead at the school. English is my favorite course of them all but to know that Tyler is in the same class as me makes me hate it. I don’t want to go but I want to find out what happened to me. Nolan and Harper are so worried about him that I have to find out the truth for myself.
Someone knocks against my window twice and I jolt before turning to look out. Brittany is standing arm-in-arm with Jordan as they both smile at me through the window. With a breath of relief, I pull my sweaty fingers away from the steering wheel, grab my notebook and satchel bag, and hop out of the car.
“What’s up, poet!” Jordan says. We pound fists and then I turn to hug Brittany.
“How are you guys? It’s been forever.”
“It’s been a while, yeah, but there’s an Open Mic session this Saturday,” Brittany says. “It’s supposed to be epic. You and Nolan should totally come.”
I nod. “We might just have to make that trip.”
“Awesome. Jordan, I’ll meet you in, okay?” Brittany looks up at her boyfriend and he nods as he kisses her cheek.
“See you in. Great to see you, Natalie.” He smiles at me before pulling away from Brittany and carrying himself towards the school.
“Are you feeling alright?” she asks as soon as he’s out of earshot. “You look kind of sick.”
I shake my head, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “I’m just . . . well it’s Tyler.”
Her features flip negatively in an instant. She narrows her eyes at me before turning her head to scan the parking lot. “What did he do now?” she asks, her voice low and unfamiliar.
“I blacked out last weekend after hanging with him. It was during one of his lake house parties. All I can remember is talking to him and then after that it’s just . . . blank.”
“Did you take any kind of drinks from him?”
I think on it but then I remember. Right after I left Nolan, Tyler handed me an uncapped beer. “Yeah, I did.”
“Bingo,” she sighs. “It’s the same thing that happened to me. Listen, Tyler is a freak. He can be really sweet but there’s just something about him that creeps me out. I find it odd that the same thing happened to me right before he stopped calling me. Has he tried calling you?”
“No, but Nolan says he’s been trying to get in contact with him through my phone but he hasn’t been answering.”
“Gah, what is wrong with this guy?” She runs a hand through her hair, shaking her head. “Look, take it as a good sign that he isn’t calling or answering. You don’t need to be involved with him.” Her lips press as she takes a brief stare into my eyes before looking me over in my red skinny-jeans and black blouse. “Did you have sex with him?”
“No, Brittany. I didn’t want to go that far with him. I only wanted to be friends.”
She nods. “Well good. If he’s in class today, ignore him. Just pretend you’ve never met him. He isn’t worth the stress.” Flicking her wrist, she checks the time and then takes a step forward. “I’m going to be late to class. I’ll see you Saturday?”
“For sure.”
With a nod, she takes off, but in the back of my mind I know I’m not going to just pretend nothing happened like she did. I want answers and I don’t care how