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“She’s smart, Theo,” he says in a school principal’s voice. “Don’t act all big-brotherly. She can take care of herself.”
“Either chill out or make a move.” “Make a move? We live together. I can’t sleep with her without it blowing up in my face.” “Sex is all you want?”
“You’re full of shit, but have it your way. If you don’t want her, stop touching her all the time and chill out. If she wants to sleep with Adrian, you can’t stop her.”
“She’s all I think about, Shawn, but what do I know about relationships? Nothing. I’m way out of my fucking comfort zone just thinking about it. I can’t make it work, bro. I’ll fuck up, hurt her, and lose her.”
Awwwww
should walk away. I should leave them to finish their conversation. Should. Could. Would. Can’t. Won’t. No fucking way in hell. I descend the remaining steps and crowd Thalia’s personal space, pulling her to my side caveman style. “I’m growing old here. Let’s play.”
see,” he mutters, and then... he has the fucking audacity to kiss her cheek, marking his territory like I’m marking mine.
break his hands if he ever touches you again.” “Oh yeah?” She inches closer. A small smile curves her red lips. Lips that almost brush mine. “Bullshit. Are you this possessive over all your friends, or am I special somehow?”
“I’ve never had a friend who’s also a girl. You’re special in every way.” “What an honor.” There’s an edge to her voice, a spiteful note accompanied by narrowed eyes.
“I should think so.” Her fingers trace the lines of my tattoo, and the fascination on her face is so genuine I couldn’t look away if I tried. “It’d cripple my self-esteem if it didn’t.”
“You’re perfect. Don’t ever think otherwise.”
“You drive me insane,” I whisper, glancing into her eyes filled with need. Who knew I’m such a fucking coward? “Stop.”
“You first,” she whispers, inching closer.
“She tried to distract me. I was on my way to kill the asshole.”
but Thalia’s still at the bar, eyeing a man on her right. We’re fifteen yards apart, but the change in her posture is plain to see. She balls her hands at her sides, back straight and chin raised. When the guy moves away, she blocks his path, shoving him back with both hands.
“What the hell?” Nico mouths. We’re on the move, eyes fixed on the man who I now recognize as the one Thalia danced with the night we met. He gets in her face, his red, but Thalia doesn’t back down. She shoves him again and then snatches a colorful drink out of his grasp. “Are you out of your mind?” he yells.
when Thalia flings the drink in his face and immediately grips his shoulders, bracing against him to drive her knee in his groin. He turns purple, mouth twisting in...
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“What’s going on?” I ask, stopping beside her. “What did he do to you?” “Nothing.” She tugs on the hem of her dress to cover her thighs, a ball of pure rage when she glares back at the guy. “You have one chance to explain,” Nico says, taking her by the arm. “Why did you do that?”
“You’re welcome. Ask Asher why I kicked his nuts.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” “Me?” Thalia stomps forward. “Me? What is wrong with you? I could point my finger at ten women who’d gladly fuck you, so why do you go after those who don’t want your dick?” “Just... leave me the hell alone. You’re not right in your fucking head.”
“Says the asshole who spiked someone’s drink,” she snaps, shoving him again. A cold shiver rushes up my spine, and I exchange one loaded look with Nico. “You saw him?”
“Yeah, by the bar. He slipped a pill in this drink.” She waves the now-empty glass in my face. “I didn’t!” Asher booms, fidgeting on the spot and glancing aro...
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Thalia steps away just in time, saving her dress from blood stains.
“Enough. My boys will take over from here, alright?” He takes the glass from Thalia. “They’ll need your statement.” She nods, no longer in combat mode when I take her to the side, away from the excited murmur of the crowd. “Promise me something,”
“Next time shit like that happens, tell me. I don’t want you getting in anyone’s face. He could’ve hurt you.” “And that’s when you’d break his hands, right?” “I’m serious. Find me and let me deal with it.”
world. “I promise.” ◆◆◆
“Can we at least cuddle?” Fuck yes. Wait... “At least?”
Thalia hops under the sheets while I strip down to my boxers and crawl in beside her. I pull her warm body closer, inhaling the soothing scent of her shampoo. She catches my hand, resting comfortably on her stomach, and starts toying with my fingers. I close my eyes, smiling like a cat that tipped over the fishbowl, my chin on the crown of her head.
wiggles that perfect ass closer until we’re almost fused together, then brings our hands higher and rests her cheek on my palm, our fingers interlaced. “Good night,” she whispers. “Good night, omorfiá.”
When the only step left to throw the weird friendship out the window is a kiss and wild sex, why am I not making a move? We’ve slept in the same bed, taken a bath together, and we cuddle on the couch every day. We’re basically a couple minus the most satisfying part... An hour later, I’m relatively sure I have the answers to my questions, so I close my eyes and let myself sleep.
grab the overnight bag, shower quickly, and get dressed. I did pack underwear for today, but I leave the lacy thongs where they are in the bag.
I’m done waiting for Theo to make a move. I need him. I want him.
He has no idea I felt his lips on my nape last night when he thought I fell asleep. He doesn’t know I felt his thumb caress my cheek or how he kept pulling me closer, kissing my shoulder every time. He doesn’t know I’m secretly falling in love with him.
Slowly, I move my hands to the belt loops of his jeans, pushing my fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, up the sides of his hot body. The air around us thickens, hanging heavy, too hot to inhale. His eyes don’t veer from mine as my heart pounds in my chest, matching his hastened pulse I feel under my fingertips. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore,” I say quietly. He grips my waist, yanking me closer with a shotgun-wedding urgency. “Kiss me,” he rasps in a low voice that sends tingles along my spine. I know what he’s doing.
“If you want a kiss, you’ll have to take it.” I touch his shoulders, moving my lips to his ear. “I’m still not wearing panties.”
“That better not be true.”
“You’ve got no idea what you started.” “I flipped the safety on a loaded gun.”
“Pull the trigger, Theo.”
“Hold on...” He grips my jaw, bringing his lips to hover over mine, “...hold on very...
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traitorous body trembles in his arms, and Theo deepens the kiss, nibbling on my lips, tasting me over and over again. I cinch his shoulders when he sweeps his fingers from my temple, down my neck, past the swell of my breast and lower, tracing the curve of my hip. “If I knew this is what I was missing out on, I would’ve dared you to kiss me sooner.”
He smirks, cupping my face, and kisses me again, his tongue exploring my mouth in a sensual, rushed rhythm. The softness and fulness of his lips contradicts the demanding tempo of our mouths battling for dominance, battling to prove who wants the other more. My stomach cramps and tingles as he presses his whole body into mine. “I can’t believe I fought this so long.”
“I’ve imagined this too fucking long.”
kneels and yanks the dress to my waist, hooking my knee over his shoulder.
inhales deeply, breathing me in and driving me wild when his fingers disappear in the flesh of my hips. God, this is the most sensually erotic thing anyone has ever done to me. He savors every second as if he’s been living in an apocalyptic world all alone and I’m the first dose of humanity he’s encountered in years. And then, without warning, his lips latch onto my clit, tearing a breathless moan out of my mouth. My eyes roll back into my
“So wet for me,” he whispers, pushing his middle finger inside, and I almost faint when he bends it in a come here motion. “Don’t stop,” I gasp, tugging on his hair. “Don’t you dare... oh, God...” “Shhhhh, little one, you have to be quiet.”
His ring finger joins the action, stroking me gently in a torturous, slow rhythm that’s the exact opposite of the frantic sucking and licking he inflicts with his hot mouth—a sensory overload. A mixture of slow and fast, gentle and rough. My mind can’t keep up, but my body takes what he offers and demands more. The orgasm builds fast, pleasure so intense there’s no doubt in my mind the release will be spectacularly violent. I bring one hand to my lips, biting my hand to keep the moans at bay, but it’s pointless.
After twenty months of pleasuring myself with a silicone cock, a real man’s touch, his touch has me poised on the verge inside of two minutes. “Shhhhh,” he coos again, sucking on the overstimulated bundle of nerves, and my breathing hitches.
“That’s it...” His warm breath fans my skin, his fingers prolonging my orgasm. “There you go, omorfiá. You needed that, didn’t you? You needed me.”
“Naí. Naí. Kai páli, parakaló[6],” I pant, only half aware I switched to Greek.
“Again, huh? Next time you come, it’ll be on my cock, but it sure won’t be in my brother’s guest bedroom.”
Since I laid my eyes on him, I knew he was packing good, and I wasn’t wrong. I shiver at the thought of having all those inches thrust inside me. I lick my lips, holding Theo’s gaze when I wrap my fingers around him, stroking in short moves.
