Declan lets out a fierce growl. “That’s it, come with me.” He takes my hand and leads me into our small bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I ask. This bathroom was not made for two. It’s seriously small. With a single sink, a toilet, and a tiny shower stall.
He turns me around so I’m facing the wall and tells me to hold on. I put my palms on the wall and he lowers my leggings and panties. The way he does it so swiftly causes excitement to bubble inside me. Then his hand comes around and he begins to move his finger along my slit. I can’t imagine him giving me an orgasm standing because I think I will lose my balance, but then his finger goes inside me, and his thumb circles my clit, and I am lost to the ecstasy. I rock helplessly against his devilish hand. My moans grow louder.
“You need to keep it down,” he says breathing hard.
“Let me take care of you too,” I say, but then he inserts two fingers in my slit, and he rubs my clit. My eyes shudder closed as I rock, and my orgasm builds inside me. This feels too good. His fingers pick up the pace and colors float across my vision as I come so hard on his hand. My hips thrust recklessly, rubbing against him, and he prolongs this feeling even as my legs give out from under me. He holds me up and allows me to come apart all at once. When I come down I am sated, and I feel like I’m floating on clouds.
“That was. . .”
Declan smiles devilishly, looking proud of himself.
I surprise him by getting up quickly and I maneuver him against the wall. “What are you. . .” I lower his track pants and boxers.
I drop to my knees and Declan curses a bunch of expletives. I take him in my mouth, and he thrusts inside it. It’s so damn hot making him come undone like this. He trusts me and that means something. I take him deeper, testing the waters. His cock hits the back of my throat and I gag a little.
“You don’t have to do that,” he says, but his cock lengthens and strengthens. Having this power over him to make him feel this way gets me excited, and I deep throat him again. He groans loudly.
“Declan, keep it down,” I say.
He laughs and then thrusts in my mouth again. I don’t know what we are doing. We definitely aren’t thinking rationally with our lust-induced brains. I don’t know if Bonnie came back or not and I don’t care, as I take pull after pull on Declan’s glorious cock. He comes so hard that his head hits the wall and his mouth falls open. Watching him come apart gets me wet all over again.
“Shit. . .that was. . .”
Now it’s my turn to laugh.
“What am I going to do with you, Poppy?” he asks.
We both get ourselves dressed.
“I don’t know,” I answer. “But right now I have some damage control to take care of with Bonnie. We can’t have her telling everyone on campus she saw us together.”
“Definitely not,” he agrees.
We clean up and Declan slides out of my dorm room. Luckily, Bonnie is nowhere in sight because I’m still a heady mess from all that making out. I lie back on my bed with a perma smile on my face for a good half hour. Then I get to doing my homework.
Bonnie walks in after eleven. “Hi,” she says softly.
“We should talk,” I say to her.
“We should,” she says, and her tone throws me off a little.
“Okay.”
“Look, I know that you don’t want that little scenario I walked in on getting all over campus,” she begins and my stomach dips.
“Right. If you don’t mind keeping it quiet, I would really appreciate it,” I say.
“No problem,” she gives me a saccharine smile, “but it’s going to cost you.”
EIGHTEEN
Poppy
“Omg, girl, I’m totally joking. You had to see your face,” Bonnie says, laughing her ass off like a big asshole. “We’re buds. My lips are sealed, promise.”
“Okay, phew.” I let out a breath, but I don’t feel lighter. Something feels off. “I really appreciate that because you know my brother is on the hockey team, and he wouldn’t exactly approve of me and Declan.”
“Right, I forgot your brother is on the team,” she says by the way. “He’s quite the looker, that brother of yours.”
I’m not sure what to say now. A lot of girls go after my brother, but I don’t get in his business.
“You think you can set me up with him?” she asks.
Oh dear. She is definitely not the first girl to ask this of me.
“I don’t really set my brother up. He wouldn’t listen to me anyway,” I mumble.
She taps her finger to her lips like she is deep in thought. “Okay, no worries, it was just a thought.”
I nod but this whole situation is making me nauseous.
I yawn. “Well, it’s getting late. I’m going to get to bed.”
“You must be so tired after all that sex with Declan. Boy, he must be an animal in bed,” she says and her blue eyes glow with excitement.
Her words cause me to stiffen. “We, uh, aren’t having sex.”
“Do tell me more.” Her palms come together, and her fingertips tap.
“There’s really nothing to tell. Declan and I and are just getting to know each other,” I say.
“But like he rejects every girl on this campus,” she says.
I don’t want to toot my own horn and say maybe he’s just picky or doesn’t like the kind of girl who throws herself at him, so I keep my mouth shut. “Not sure what that’s about.”
“Ah huh,” she says like she doesn’t believe me.
“I really should get to bed. I’ve got an early class.”
“Sweet dreams. Bet I know who they’ll be about.” She winks.
This is over the top. I change into pajamas and get into bed. There is no way I feel comfortable writing in my journal tonight, so I tuck it under my pillow and shut off the small lamp I have by my bed. Bonnie works at her desk until pretty late, but I use my blanket to cover my head to block out the light from her lamp. I’m not sure what I should do. Should I tell Declan she kind of tried to blackmail me? Although, blackmail may be too harsh a word. She wants a date with Ryse. Like I’d ever want him dating a girl like her. Declan had so much on his mind tonight. I hate to add to his list of problems. I decide it’s better I keep quiet and keep a close eye on Bonnie. I don’t trust her. I toss and turn a little, unable to fall into a deep sleep when it hits me and I know exactly what to do with Bonnie.
NINETEEN
Declan
The next few days go by in a blur of classes and practice, but I can’t get the other night with Poppy out of my head. Damn, the girl got under my skin and it just feels different, good. I watched two of my best friends falling for their girls and thought it was total bullshit. Wolfe did a one-eighty with chicks when he met Rebel. And Cole, well, Cole got locked down. He didn’t have much choice, but it was more than that too. My friends are happy, like seriously over the top in love.
I scroll through Instagram while chilling on my bed, which sucks because I want to message Poppy, but she said it’s better we don’t get together this week after her roommate walked in on us. The fact that I want to hang with her instead of going to a bar with the guys is a complete mindfuck, as in I don’t know what’s gotten into me other than her beauty and kindness. What I should be doing is working on my business management paper.