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“I’m not your fucking buddy.” I clench my fist, desperately trying to keep my temper at bay. “And if you talk about her like that again, you’re going to be picking your teeth up from that rink.”
Discuss your aspirations, your hobbies, your dog’s name, I don’t care, but keep it respectful. Hughes, Hudson, Carter, and Johal, to be clear, I’m specifically talking to you four.”
He said he couldn’t tell me too much, but he wanted to explain. Then he proceeded to tell me everything about everyone.
Faulkner said we weren’t allowed to talk about sexual stuff, so I don’t know what else to say.”
He winks at me again and I’m definitely blushing. “I hope to see more of you soon.”
Woah
Three freshmen asked for my number, a guy called Bobby spent our five minutes talking about a girl instead of himself, and when a guy called Mattie realized we share a class, he spent five minutes asking me to explain our latest assignment and writing the answers on his phone.
It appears Skinner has found the thing to get under his skin—forced socialization.
His face sinks a little, the charming façade slipping. “I want to be nice to you. Look, I’m sorry I lied to you. My hands were tied and I had to put Russ first. I honestly do want to be your friend, Anastasia.”
I feel naïve sharing this, but I’ve had enough therapy in my life to know I should try to communicate my feelings. Well, when I’m not being petty.
I tried hard to make sure nothing looked tacky, even when JJ tried to convince me to hire an Elvis impersonator who can do weddings. Me accidentally ending up married to JJ felt like too much of a risk, so I put my foot down and said no.
Now that I’m up close I can see how fucking breathtaking she looks.
Looking at her makes me want to be the funniest guy in the room, so I can be the one to make her laugh.
She laughs and, my God, that noise. I’ve never enjoyed making someone laugh as much as I do with her. It’s because she makes me work for every laugh and smile—the competitive side of me buzzes when I manage it.
How can a man simply be perfect?
“The only time I ever want to see a grown man on his knees in front of me, Nate, is when his face is between my legs. So no, I don’t want you to beg me.” Oh fuck. Standing from the bed, I immediately watch her change. Her breathing deepens, thighs squeeze together, tongue pokes out to wet her lips. I can’t help but smirk because I’ve just realized the attraction might not be as one-sided as I thought it was. “You don’t hate me like you pretend you do, do you? If you want me on my knees, Anastasia, we can make that happen.”
OH MY GOD.
“Ask me nicely. Let me show you how much I like it when you’re nice.” “Why would I do that when I don’t like you?” Her words are strong, but her delivery is strained and wispy, giving her away. “You don’t have to like me to scream my name, Anastasia.”
Her thinking I wouldn’t spend every moment learning her body better than my own is also laughable.
Removing his fingers and mouth, he leans back so he can look up at me properly, wearing the smuggest expression I’ve ever seen as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, not once breaking eye contact. Oh fuck.
Indeed
“You should definitely fuck him,” Lo says, far more enthusiastically than I’d like. “I agree. You probably should at least once, Stas. For science.” The performing arts major and the English literature major, the two least STEM people I know, both look at me, synchronized nodding and talking. “For science.”
I’m busy listening to them discuss theories when hands land on my waist from behind, and I feel breath on my neck. “You shouldn’t be drinking. You have a head injury.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t like me when I can feel how wet you are all over your thighs, Anastasia.” “It’d be all over your hand instead if you did something.”
“One day, I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth, and you’re not going to be able to be such a bossy, impatient little brat.”
“Stop looking at my ass, Hawkins.” “Stop having an ass that looks like that.”
“I’m jealous because I want you all to myself, Stassie, and I’m jealous of any guy you freely give your attention to. I’m even jealous of Henry, for fuck’s sake, and I love that kid.”
SOMETIMES I DON’T USE THE brain I’ve been given.
Same dude
“I struggle with rejection,” she says softly. “I’ve never been any good at it, even as a little kid. I felt rejected and overwhelmed last night. I only wanted to hook up, and you started talking about not sharing me.” She shuffles on the bed, fiddling with the ends of her hair, and I can tell this is uncomfortable for her. “I feel like you want a relationship or something more than I’m offering. I’m really attracted to you, Nate, but we hardly know each other. I’m sorry for leaving. I just didn’t like it, and it made me want to get away from the situation.”
The communication *chef's kiss*
She couldn’t be more direct and clear. I don’t like any of it, other than the bit where she said she wanted to ride my dick because I’d like that,
“I thought it was probation. When did it become a shit list? Am I at least at the top of the list? Am I number one?” “You’re definitely number one.”
BEING NUMBER ONE ON STASSIE’S shit list is the easiest job I’ve ever had.
“Tell me to stop if I’m too rough, okay?” One hand holds the back of my neck, and the other guides his hard dick toward me. “Stick your tongue out, baby.” I do as I’m told, much to his immediate delight, swirling it against the head, tasting the heady-salty taste on my tongue. “That’s a good girl.”
“I’m going to fuck you like this tight little pussy is mine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?”
“I told you I was going to fuck this pussy like it’s mine, Anastasia, ’cause it is fucking mine.”
“Stop being a menace, Johal. She doesn’t want you.” JJ scoffs loudly. “I don’t believe that. Everyone wants me.” Henry frowns as Stassie heads toward the stairs, muttering under his breath. “I don’t want you, JJ.”
“Good, thanks. Not that I don’t like seeing your peachy tush, but why are you naked in my room?”
“I can’t believe you think I could ever reject you, Anastasia,” he said in shock. “You have no idea, do you? The lengths I’d go to if you’d let me. What I’d do to make you happy.”
“You’re drunk.” He grins, brushing my hair from my face. “Why did you get drunk on your own, baby?”
The baby. OML
“Is that supposed to be endearing? Feels a little possessive and toxic.” The corner of my mouth tugs up, loving that this is my day now. “Don’t give me that shit. I’ve seen what you have on your smutty bookshelf.” Her mouth falls open.
I feel called out
I’ll never get tired of hearing her talk about herself.
