Locke (Rosewood High #0.5) - Tracy Lorraine Page 0,6

little tumbler I assume it belongs in.

I turn on her and step closer. She stumbles back a little but doesn’t get very far because she hits the doorjamb to her room. “Oh, baby. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” Lifting a hand, I trail one fingertip along the strap of her tank before moving across the front, loving the softness of the swell of her breasts.

She gasps as I make contact, her nipples fighting against the fabric.

“And I don’t think you want me to leave you alone.” I lean forward, resting one hand on the wall beside her so I can whisper my next words in her ear. “I could make you come so much better than you could alone.”

“I highly doubt that. Anyone with an ego the size of yours is clearly hiding something. Maybe it’s your incredibly tiny cock.”

Taking her wrist, I press her hand to my fully erect cock.

“Fuck,” she gasps, but to my delight she doesn’t immediately pull away. Instead, her fingers wrap around me ever so slightly.

“Mmm,” I moan into her ear. She shudders as my breath tickles over her skin. “Don’t deny what you really want, Lys. When you’re ready to admit it, I’ll be in that room right there. And, I won’t even lock the door.”

“Well, rest assured, I’ll be barricading mine shut.”

“You know you don’t mean that.” Reluctantly, I release her wrist and she almost immediately pulls it away. I miss her touch instantly.

Pulling back, I look into her eyes. The usual dark blue is almost black with desire. My palm brushes over her hip, then pushes the fabric of her tank up so we’re skin on skin, coming to rest on her waist.

I search her eyes, trying to find if there’s any part of her that's actually against this. Thankfully, I find none. She might be fighting me this time, but it’s only the beginning, because before my time here is done, she’s going to find herself writhing beneath me and crying out my name.

Releasing my hold on her, I back out of the room. But at no point do I take my eyes from hers.

“Just remember, I’m only on the other side of the door when you’re unable to satisfy yourself in a few minutes.”

“You’re deluded.”

“What? You think I don’t know you’re wet for me right now?” Her cheeks heat a bright red, telling me what I already knew. “Exactly. ‘Night, baby.”

I turn, hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and push the fabric down until it pools at my ankles. Kicking them away, I leave the door wide open and look back over my shoulder before climbing into my temporary bed. She’s still standing exactly where I left her with her lips parted and her chest heaving.

5

Alyssa

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.

My head spins and my heart pounds in my chest almost as much as my clit does between my legs.

That was not what I was expecting when I discovered the news about our new lodger earlier. In all honesty, I thought he’d mostly ignore me aside from a few well-timed insults. It’s how it usually works when Levi and Emerson are together. And I guess that was true when we were downstairs. But when we were alone… fuck.

I cast my mind back, trying to pinpoint a time when we might have been left alone previously, but nothing comes to mind.

Angry with myself for how he basically just had me eating from the palm of his hands, I step forward and slam the door shut, effectively ending our little moment of… whatever that was.

My skin tingles as I recall how it felt having his fingers on me. How I immediately reacted to his touch, and how he’s totally right. I’m so wet for him right now it’s not even funny.

I make use of the toilet before shutting the door to my room, hoping that having two between us will help block out memories of what just happened.

Despite being exhausted, I toss and turn for hours, unable to get images of him lying in bed just on the other side of the bathroom out of my head. Is he touching himself and thinking of me? Or was all of that a joke?

By the time I wake the next morning, the sun is streaming through my too thin drapes and the sound of a ball bouncing outside my window takes me back a year or two. I almost missed it when Levi moved