“I wouldn’t be opposed to teaching you a thing or two,” he growls against my ear again. His voice is low and deep as he taunts me, pushing every button he can.
“Get your naked body off me,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Never heard that one before.” He rocks his hips, pushing harder against me. My eyes flutter closed on their own accord as a moan releases without permission. His hand slides down my chest and palms my breast, making me release another throaty moan. His other hand squeezes my hip, melding our bodies against one another, and my head falls back as I feel his hot breath on my blazing skin.
“So, tell me again who’s in control around here? Because I’m pretty sure I just about made you come.”
My skin pricks at the words that come out of his mouth. “Screw you, Travis.”
“Sorry, princess. I don’t fuck virgins.” He clamps his teeth over my earlobe and nips it. “But if you ever want a lesson in sucking dick, I’d be glad to teach you. I’d even waive the tutoring fee.”
My body tenses at his condescending tone. My mind finally clears, and I snap out of his spell. I turn my body just enough to dig my elbow hard into his ribs. He stumbles back with a curse, giving me the opportunity to walk away and out of the kitchen.
I’m pissed at the way he’s always pushing my boundaries and trying to get a reaction out of me, but I’m even more pissed at myself for falling into his stupid trap. My traitorous body took the bait, and now I’m the one who got burned.
Chapter 7
Travis
Viola Fisher may look like your typical book nerd, but it’s all a deception. She’s as smart as she is feisty, and hell, if that isn’t hot as sin. My thoughts are plagued by her, and if I don’t get everything about her out of my mind, I’ll go fucking crazy. Drew would murder me in my sleep if he knew the ideas I was having about his sister. That is, if Viola doesn’t do it first.
After our encounter in the kitchen, I walk around the house naked just to rile her up even more. When I catch her staring at me, she blushes and turns her head like she wasn’t just admiring what she saw.
“Appreciate it, princess. All of it,” I taunt as I strut to my room to grab my phone, knowing damn well she’s looking at my ass.
When I walk back into the living room, giving absolutely no fucks, she groans and starts shoving books into her bag. I’m wondering when she’ll raise the white flag and return my clothes, but when she leaves to go nerd it up somewhere with her whole library packed, I realize she’s not going to cave anytime soon.
Though I could walk around naked, showing her every inch of my body all day, it was getting a little annoying. But I’d never let her know that. It’s too much fun to make her uneasy, which she brings on herself most of the time. I have nothing to hide, and I’m not fucking ashamed of what I’ve worked for.
I can’t stop thinking about the rush that swarmed through my body as I pressed against her, knowing damn well she felt it too. The electricity isn’t something that can be ignored. Her body responded to my touch, and as much as she’ll deny it until the day she dies, she wanted what I had to offer. The moan that released from her pouty lips was almost too much for me to handle. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but goddammit, she pushed me too far. She asked for all of me, or she never would’ve stolen every piece of clothing I own. She made sure to be extra cunty and took my sheets and pillowcases too, like bare mattress sex would scare me. For the record, I regret absolutely nothing. I’d press my naked body against her again and again. It’s a memory that I’ll file away for later use.
After I rummage through Drew’s closet and find something that’s somewhat my style and size, I search through Viola’s clothes and take everything but the scandalous pieces. If she wants to go anywhere, she’ll look like she works at a strip club. Although she won’t appreciate it, I know I will.
I throw on a pair of Drew’s jeans and a polo because I refuse to spend my Friday night fighting with her. I need to wash Viola from my thoughts as quick as possible, but each time I close my eyes, I think about that tight little ass, flat stomach, and perky pink nipples. For fuck’s sake.
I text Drew, knowing he’ll erase the dirty thoughts I’m having about his little sister who would willingly gouge out my eyes if I gave her the chance.
Travis: Dude. How’s it going so far?
The text bubble almost immediately pops up, and I wait.
Drew: Everything’s great. Didn’t realize how much I missed Mia.
Mia and Drew have been dating since last summer. She struck up a conversation while we were playing sand volleyball. He spoke to her first, which is good, because I would’ve made my move based on the way she was eyeing me. They’ve been together ever since, and I’m happy for him because she’s pretty, with a tight little body, and knows how to have a good time. She’s not afraid to say exactly what she wants, or so Drew tells me.
Travis: That’s great, man. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Actually, do everything I would do.
I laugh as I hit send.
Drew: I can’t believe Viola hasn’t killed you yet.
I laugh again. I’m sure she wants to. I linger on her name a little longer than I should, and it makes me feel so damn guilty.
Travis: We’re getting along great. Ha. Sense the sarcasm? And it’s only been a day.
It’s been the best and worst twenty-four hours of my life.
Drew: So you live to see another day. Congrats. I’m sure she’ll warm up to you where you can at least be cordial toward one another. Maybe she’ll let you borrow her invisibility cloak? But if you go missing, I’ll know who to ask first.
I shake my head and smile.
Travis: Thanks, bro. Now get back to your woman. Tell Mia I said hi. I’ll check in later.
Drew: Will do. Later.
Viola and I being cordial to one another? Impossible. We’re playing some fucked-up game of cat and mouse, and in the end, we’ll realize it’s a trap for both of us. I’m not stupid, and neither is she. We should call a truce before it goes too far, but we’re both too damn stubborn to admit defeat. It’s about who’s going to come out on top, which will always be me.
I grab my keys and text Jason, a friend from college, so we can start the night early. I have a lot of drinking to do and images of Viola to erase. The pre-party starts at his house, and when I walk in, he immediately senses something is off as though he has a sixth sense or some shit. Four girls file out of the kitchen, giggling and eyeing me like they want to eat me. If they’re lucky, maybe I’ll let them, all at the same time. I throw a smile to each of them, finding my mark for the night. The blonde one licks her ruby red lips, and I know that look from a mile away. She wants what I have to offer. Perfect.
“What’s up?” Jason asks as he takes a long pull of his beer and walks to the living room.
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused by the tone of his question.