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It’s too much. I’m about to explode.
“Open your eyes, Juliet. Open those pretty honey eyes and look at me.”
I do as he says, his dark blues are even darker, his lids are low, fully hooded, and my pussy is in his mouth.
My breathing picks ups, my hands tugging on his hair.
“That’s it,” he croons. “Come for me, baby.”
“Kiss me while I come.”
He groans, sucks hard, and when my hips buck again, he darts up, slamming his mouth into mine. The man eats me alive, his tongue demanding entrance, curling around mine and coaxing me through my orgasm.
I rip away, gasping for air Noah can’t seem to find either. He’s breathing just as hard as I am now.
His eyes take on a naughty glint as his hand dips between my legs, and he slowly pushes inside, smirking as I twitch around him. I whimper, even more when he pulls out, lapping every bit of me off of him.
I’m on fire all over again, my body humming in places I didn’t know were capable of arousal.
I want a repeat of what just happened. Stat.
My hands shoot up, going for a fistful of his hair as he wraps his arms around me tightly. Possessively.
Something crashes to the floor around us, and we jump.
Noah doesn’t pull back or release me as to not expose my body, but he does looks up, into the mirror my back is pressed against, and his muscles lock.
“Shit,” he mumbles, his eyes slicing to mine.
The stiffness within them has my stomach turning, but I shift peeking past his shoulder.
Chase stands in the doorway, staring right at us. The noise was his gym bag falling from his fingertips, crashing to the floor.
A coldness washes over me, and I don’t look away, but he does. His face hardens, his glare pinned on the back of Noah’s head.
And how fucking dare he.
I run my hand up Noah’s arm, gaining Chase’s attention once more, and Noah’s eyes tighten.
“Let’s go somewhere private and finish this.”
Something flashes over Noah, but he blinks it away just as quickly as it came. He doesn’t say a word, but peeks down, adjusting my shorts so that all that needs to be hidden is, before moving over to the weights to get his shirt.
Chase still hasn’t spoken a word, but he’s looking directly at me, following my every step toward him as I lead Noah and me to the only door that leads in and out of this place, the one behind Chase.
Right as I’m about to pass, I stop, and Noah’s body nearly pumps into mine.
“You can have the place all to yourself now,” I say, and then I’m out the door, Noah right behind me. I slow my pace to walk in line with him, but he passes me and continues walking.
Suddenly, he stops, his chin lifting into the air before he whips around to face me. His expression is hard to read. It’s a mixture of anger and disappointment. Of sorrow.
Just like that, I feel two inches tall.
Humiliation burns over me and I can hardly meet his eye. I dart forward, my hand coming up to cover my mouth. “Oh my god, Noah. I—”
He goes to speak, but slams his mouth shut, shaking his head instead.
“I don’t know why I did that.” I run my hands over my hair. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t… I don’t …”
What the hell is wrong with me?
I’m not vindictive, and I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially him.
But that, that was downright nasty.
Spiteful.
I’m disgusted.
Vomit threatens to rise in my throat, my shoulders slumping in defeat, and I look away, too ashamed to face him.
After a moment, Noah sighs. “Come here,” he says gently, trying to hide the hurt in his tone, but I hear it.
Sense it.
Feel it in my fucking bones.
Like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, I make my way to him, and he tucks my loose hairs behind my ear, his hand holding there a moment.
“Let’s get out of here, okay?” He pulls his keys from his bag. “It’s getting cold.”
Nodding, I follow him to his truck.
I feel like, no I am such a super bitch that I don’t even know what to say to him. There are no words to excuse what I just did.
The uncertainties he voiced less than two weeks ago are likely in the forefront of his mind, and I’m the one who put them there.
I used him to make Chase angry, and we both know it.
Time ticks slow, the tension in the air tightening by the second and making the car ride home an uncomfortable one.
As we arrive at my dorm, he pulls up in front of the entrance instead of parking like he always does.
A few seconds go by without a word, so with shaky palms, I climb out, forcing myself to close the door. I turn to face him, realizing his hands haven’t even left the steering wheel.
