thought waking up at the ass crack of dawn and driving twenty miles to the closest Apple store to buy something shiny for Sugar would settle this buzzing beneath my skin. Maybe help me think of something other than finding a nice, warm hole to get my dick into, too.
No fucking dice, on either count.
I storm out the door, feeling the tension coil in my chest. Being with Sugar is pretty much the only thing that’s helped me feel better these past few days. But then last night, feeling her tight little body writhe against mine as she let me touch her—let me inside her—was such a fucking thrill. I’ve been thinking all morning about one phrase to sum it up: Sexual adrenaline. That’s all I’ve got. It fits. I almost came in my pants just from watching her, head thrown back, mouth opened in a soft, tortured cry as she came apart on my fingers.
I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I wanted to fuck her right then. I couldn’t stop thinking about how easy it’d be to work my pants down, roll a condom on, and just sink into that tight, wet heat of hers. God, and I would have made her feel so good, too. She has no idea.
But that was the point. Reyn had been right about that. I need to stop making everything about my dick. That whole thing was about showing Sugar just how good I could make her feel. Bad enough that I’d already caused her pain—had already been the catalyst to her being unable to handle touch at all—I had to count my dick out of the game.
Yeah, it was hard.
Literally.
Limping back to my dorm with balls bluer than a smurf was a new low for me. I jerked off though, and it was… fine. Even if the back of my teeth are set on edge, even if I’m still hard all the damn time, even if I can’t stop thinking about it—pussy, pussy, dick, dick, fucking, fucking…
It’s fine.
I took second period to deliver the laptop, skipping class to get it up and running for her, setting that cute as fuck picture of Abby as the screen-saver, and leaving it in her locker, just so. But because my luck is just swinging that way recently, Dean Dewey caught me ‘skulking around the lockers suspiciously’. It took me an hour to talk my way out of that one.
I don’t know what I expected. Maybe a thank you? A smile? A kiss? A hug, if I was really fucking lucky?
I wasn’t expecting her to get all pissed about it, that’s for sure. Okay, that’s not true. Sugar getting pissed is like her default factory setting. Maybe she’s right. It’s too fast. We barely know one another. I’m, predictably, misreading the situation. So what if we hooked up? No one knows how non-committal those things can be better than I do.
Since I’ve already skipped one class today, I see no real reason to go to any more. I decide to head to the garage instead. Jasmine needs a little TLC and I’ve been neglecting her for another woman. Typical.
I’m almost at my car when my phone buzzes with a text. My heart skips when I see it’s from Sugar. A photo. I recognize it instantly as one she took right before Heston came over at the car show. I’m staring straight at the camera, my eyes as bright as Jasmine’s paint. There’s no mistaking the slight tension pulling at the corner of my eyes or the tight set of my jaw. There’s the hint of fear in my eyes that she can’t know was worry that Heston might see her. I wouldn’t say I look weak, but in that brief moment, there’s a chink in my armor. If I can see it, then so can she.
I stare at the photo for a long moment and then reply back.
Bass: This guy is hot. Kind of a broody bastard but still sexy.
Sugar: He is pretty good-looking. I probably should get all over him. Too bad he’s not here and I’m down in the photo lab all alone.
I freeze, keys in hand, eyebrows climbing my forehead. I take a furtive look around the lot before responding.
Bass: A pretty girl like you, all alone? That doesn’t sound safe.
Sugar: Maybe there’s a broody bastard out there that wants to come keep me company.
Yeah, that’s an invitation, and one I don’t plan on squandering. I jog across campus, darting