Oh.
OH!
“Jared’s coming here?”
He nodded, his eyes back to being expressionless. “And in case they didn’t say something, I wanted to give you a heads-up.”
“Are you flying them down?”
“No. The parents are. They reached out about wanting to meet up, see if I’d give him an autograph. I’m just giving them tickets. That’s all. They were going to pay someone they know for the guys’ season tickets and I told them not to do that.” His hands slid back into his pockets. “What do you think? You want to come? Support me?” A faint tug at his lips.
He was teasing.
That floored me.
And I was grinning back. “I had a full meltdown going into my college’s library. You expect me to handle a full stadium of fifty-thousand people?”
He shrugged. “That’s two days away. I was thinking I could offer my services for you to ‘digest shit.’” And that grin was back, but it was both a smirk and half sensual at the same time.
The fucker.
I laughed. “Sex, huh?”
“Now that we’re all good, right? I can offer my dick’s services. Happily.” He was smiling, and the sight did me in. He was so handsome and attractive and fucking hot all at the same time.
My blood heated.
My pulse spiked, and it was like I hadn’t been seriously considering going to a mental hospital moments earlier. My head couldn’t get caught up with what was going on. Everything was changing so fast.
I sat back down on the bed, grabbing a pillow. Burying my head in it, I let loose a half-scream and rolled so I was lying on my stomach, turned toward the wall.
I felt the bed decline behind me, and Stone was there. His hand came to my hip. He leaned over me, tugging the pillow away and rolling me so I was on my back, looking up at him. He frowned down. “What was that about? I meant that as a joke.”
“I know. It was about me, feeling like I’m totally losing it.”
“Oh.”
He didn’t have anything else to say. I didn’t expect a response. That’s just how Stone was. He had a thought or a response, he’d give it. He didn’t have one, but his eyes were darkening and they were fixed on my mouth.
I stilled.
He didn’t.
His eyes lifted to mine and his hand went to my stomach. It flattened there, slipping under my shirt. He paused, now silently asking for permission, and I groaned, biting my lip. He took it as permission and his hand moved farther up, snaking my shirt with it until he paused right below my bra.
He was waiting, gauging what I’d do next.
So was I.
This was different. It wasn’t the desperate need to escape before. Everything was different now. My bed. My room. During the day. We did this, there’d be residual effects, but, no. I was stopping myself. I either needed him or I was hating him.
This didn’t have to mean anything.
And with that decision in my mind, I was doing something I’d never done before.
I grated out, “I can’t handle a relationship.” My hands went to my shirt, pausing, too.
His grin turned cocky. “Who the fuck said anything about that?”
“Just sex.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re speaking my language.”
I still paused, my mind racing. Was this a good idea? Probably not.
I reached for his jeans, and a second later, his mouth was on mine.
Chapter Twenty-Five
He was inside me when my roommates came home that night. Thrusting in, stretching, he paused. We could hear them traipse across the floor and it was obvious they were celebrating.
“Fuck yeah, biiiiiiiiitches!”
Thud.
“Oh! You fucker!”
“Stop!” Loud laughter. A clickety clickety. Someone’s high heels.
Clickety clickety—even more high heels.
“Holy fuck. Are they always this loud?”
“They must’ve won.” I wrapped my hand around his arm and pushed my hips up against his. “Um, not to break up this sweet revelation you’re having about my party housemates, but can you, you know?”
He grinned down at me, his eyes darkening in lust again. “What?” A slow pull out, then a good rough and quick thrust in all the way to the hilt and he held there, pushing, until I gasped, moaning. “You want me to finish?”
“I’d like both of us to finish, please.”
He grinned, then began moving again as his mouth bent down, touching mine.
I was lost.
All the sounds, laughter, shouting, whatever they did up there, it was gone. Stone kept moving in me and it was just him and me, the touch between us.
God.
I gasped, arching my back. My neck was exposed, and with a groan, Stone dropped his mouth down. He was licking, tasting me, and he began moving harder, faster, then pounding until the climax ripped through us both. It sent me over the edge and I yelled out before his hand clamped down on my mouth, but he let out a long and shuddering moan of his own before slumping down over me.
Both our bodies were trembling.
“Hold on! I’ll ask her!” someone yelled, the voice getting clearer, and then a stampede sounded down the stairs.
We both froze.
“Dusty! Girl! Dusty Girl!”
Stone leapt, but it was more like he levitated off the bed in a split second and bam! The condom was ripped off, and he grabbed our clothes, the same time checking that the door was locked.
I was stunned at how fast he moved before my shirt hit me square in the face. I grabbed it, moving to put my arms through it. “I forget you’re a professional athlete.”
He was pulling his pants up just as my doorknob rattled.
We held our breaths collectively, but the door held. The lock worked. Praise to whoever installed that, but then a pounding came on the door. “Dusty! Woman! She who cooks the best fucking pizza in the world.”
Stone raised his eyebrow at me.
I rolled my eyes, but I felt the back of my neck heating up.
“We bought more stuff! And we won! We were all wondering if we could bribe you to make us some of those pizzas again? They were fucking fantastic.”
“You blushing?”
“No. Shut up.” I was. I think even the skin on my stomach was red. Cursing, I scooted to the edge of the bed and looked around for my pants.
Stone cleared his throat. He was fully dressed by now and holding out my pants.
I snagged them, shooting him a look.
“Pizza?”
“What? My mom taught me more than how to bake.” I rolled my eyes. “I got better at cooking.”
He was quiet a second. “Pizza?”
Was he…yep. He was. “You want to go up there?”
He shrugged. “Why not? They know we know each other.”
“But, yeah.” I gestured around us. “We smell like sex.”
“We’ll wash up quick.”
We’d spent all day in bed. It was almost a full repeat of the first night, except we ran out of condoms two hours ago and Stone had to run out for a resupply. We did not look how we looked in the library. Our clothes were wrinkled and it was obvious we’d been in bed. A person could tell. Softer skin. Tired eyes. A literal glow, which I knew I had.