“Last time I checked, baby, there’s no god here.”
The two of us move in tandem, getting carried away by our actions and quickening our pace. Before I know it, I’m pounding into her ruthlessly and she’s taking every inch of what I give her. Her moans start to become louder, and her voice raises a few octaves—a telltale sign that she’s about to come undone.
I wrap my arm around the back of her to make sure she doesn’t fall and move one hand to tease her clit. Within seconds, her body starts to convulse with pleasure, and she releases with a silent scream of my name. The feeling of her orgasming around me was one thing when we were separated by a thin piece of rubber, but without it, it’s unreal. I grit my teeth as I hold it in, letting her ride out her own high first. Then, once she starts to come down from it, I slip out and press on her shoulders. She gets on her knees and looks up at me, eyes wild yet innocent as she opens her mouth. With a few jerks of my hand, I explode, shooting everything I’ve got all over her face.
She swallows down what ended up in her mouth then proceeds to wipe her thumb through her cheek and suck on that too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so hot and erotic in my life.
I put my hand up to help her stand, and as she washes her face, I climb out of the shower—taking the towel she brought in for herself and using it to dry my body.
“What are you doing?” She asks.
I make quick work of getting dressed and just as my hand is on the doorknob, I turn to find her staring back at me. “I came here to prove a point. I got what I wanted, and now I’m leaving.”
It’s cruel, and most likely unnecessary, but there isn’t an ounce of me that regrets it as I leave her to process my words. Grayson 3, Savannah 0.
THE NEXT DAY AT school, I half expect Sav to act differently. To give me sad eyes in the hallway, or confused glances during class. However, none of that happens. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that nothing was going on with her at all. She stays smiling, talking to Delaney and laughing with Emma. The things I said to her last night must have made no difference at all.
“Hey, Savannah!” Carter grins deviously as he calls her over. “Come here for a minute.”
She walks to where we’re hanging out on the steps of the school and gives him a curious look but refuses to let her eyes meet mine. “What’s up?”
“Settle a debate for Jacey and me here.” He winks at me. “True or False. You and Grayson fucked.”
She turns to look at me, her expression taunting—threatening to expose our secret little sexcapades. I raise my brows at her and she rolls her eyes. “False. I wouldn’t risk getting whatever shit he’s most likely caught from Kinsley already.”
If I wasn’t there last night, and didn’t have the scratch marks across my skin to prove it, even I would believe her. I chuckle and shake my head to play into the lie.
“I told you shitheads. Nothing happened.”
They both look surprised, but still, Jace remains unconvinced. “I don’t know. You two were at each other’s throats for a while there, and then you drove her home on her birthday, and, suddenly, all that tension is gone.”
Oh, trust me, it’s anything but gone. I feel it now, as I stand here, inches away from her while she’s unable to be touched. If anything, it’s stronger. Simmering inside and ready to reach up and choke me at a single moment’s notice. I need to be careful of the things I do and say, or she’s going to end up being the one with all the power.
Savannah shrugs and sits down next to Paige. “I just realized he’s not worth my time, that’s all. After the club, he drove me home and dropped me off, where I went inside alone and went to sleep.”
It’s not the furthest thing from the truth. I did drop her off, and she did go inside alone, until I turned my damn car around like something from Fast and Furious and waited for her inside her room. She’s simply leaving out the details between when she went in and when she fell asleep.
“All right, all right,” Carter caves. “You two didn’t bang. Fine.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Why do you sound so disappointed?”
Jace ruffles Carter’s hair and grins. “He lives in this world where Savannah is completely untouchable by anyone other than Brady Laurence. If you got with her, then maybe he has a shot.”
“Fuck off, that’s not true,” Carter argues, but Savannah is grinning from ear to ear.
“Aw, my little Cartercakes.” She reaches forward and pinches his cheeks, making him blush.
It’s as innocent as something you’d see between kids at a playground, but tell that to the green-eyed monster inside of me, who wants to grab Carter by the throat. I look away and try to calm myself down, but it isn’t easy. She needs to keep her hands to herself.
“Well, well. If it isn’t my good friend Savannah.” I glance over to see a kid, who looks about fifteen, coming toward us.
He’s not wearing a uniform, which means he’s from NHH, and judging by the look on her face, they’re anything but good friends. She rolls her eyes and tries to seem unaffected, but I can tell she’s nervous.
“What do you want, Trey?”
He looks like a douchebag as he comes and plasters himself against her side, way too close for my liking. “I thought you’d want to introduce me to your friends.”
“I’d really rather not.”
“Oh, come on,” he presses. “Don’t be like that, neighbor.”
Everyone looks at him, confused, except me. I’m ready to kill the fucker.
“What is he talking about, Sav?”
She looks to me for saving, but even I’m not sure what to do. In perfect timing, Knox jogs across the street. He calls out Trey’s name, and it looks like this kid is about to piss himself.
“Sorry, guys, this little fucker likes to start shit,” he explains, grabbing him by the back of the neck and dragging him back across the street.
Carter glares at Knox. “Keep your trash on the other side of the street, Vaughn.”
“Yup! Will do!”
Savannah sighs when she notices the threat is gone, and the conversation returns to normal, but I’m not completely satisfied. Had he outed her secret, I would have nothing left on her. Judging by her recent actions, she’s unfazed by what we have going on behind closed doors. That secret is mine and mine alone. The only one that gets to fuck with her is me, and this little dipstick needs to learn that.
I take out my phone and send a quick text to Knox.
Grayson: I want to see that shithead in 20 minutes. No witnesses.
Watching him from where I stand, he reads my message and nods.
AFTER SEPARATING FROM EVERYONE else and waiting in my car for a bit, Knox sends me a location. When I get there, it’s just him and Trey—whose fear can almost be smelled, it’s so palpable. He turns around, and his eyes widen when he realizes who I am.
“I’ll keep a lookout,” Knox tells me, snickering and shaking his head as he walks away.
As I stalk toward Trey, he tries to take a few steps back. “Listen, man. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just messing around.”