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“Wait,” he snaps, drawing me back around to face him again.
“Why? You said you won’t help me unless I spill. I can’t. So, we’re done.”
He sighs, his fists curling at his sides. I notice them, he notices me noticing them, and he releases his fingers. I watch as he wiggles them, losing some of the tension that his body still holds.
“You might not have realised it, but that was hard for me. I’ve told you more about my shit than I’ve told anyone. Like I said, I don’t share. I just did. You owe me.”
“I don’t owe you anything. That was your decision, I didn’t ask you to tell me shit. I came here totrain. I didn’t agree to sharing.” I turn my back on him once more and pull the door open. He’s on me in seconds. I’m yanked back against his chest, the door slammed and locked before I can do a thing about it.
“Ford!” I shout, but his name is snatched from my lips as he twists me around to face him, forcing me backwards. I’m trapped between the wall and his body. His firm, sweaty body. He smells like a man. I’m not sure how else to put it. He may only be my age, but Ford isnota kid. Not in any sense of the word. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I grind out trying to shove him off me. He’s too strong. Wily fucker.
“Lesson number one. When I ask you to do something, you do it or face the consequences.”
“What consequences?”
For a split second he seems to consider something. Then he shows me.
Fisting my hair in his hand, he yanks my head to the side, then runs his tongue up the length of my neck before biting my earlobe. “Every time you disobey me, I’ll deny you what you want the most,” he whispers, grinding his hips against my own. Hitting the spot that’s been tingling from the moment I stepped into this room, even though I’m only just realising that now. It’s like my brain has finally caught up with my body. “But if you do as I say, do as I ask, then I’ll make you see stars.”
Motherfucker.
“Get off me,” I demand, but neither he nor I believe that’s what I really want.
“You’re good at lying to yourself, aren’t you, Asia?”
“Fuck you.”
“Is that an invitation?” He stares at me intently, the heat between us growing. He loosens his hold.
“Get off me,” I repeat, but when I don’t take the opportunity to escape, his nostrils flare at the silent approval. How have I ended up here again? Camden in the maze now Ford in the outhouse. The only person who didn’t steal a kiss from me was Sonny, and I’ve been avoiding him for days now.
“Make me,” he growls, crowding me again. My hips jerk as he reaches between us and grasps my heated crotch over my leggings. I’m embarrassingly wet.
“Get your fucking hands off me,” I shout, but I don’t move. I don’t and I have no idea why.
“Make me, Asia,” he repeats, running his mouth against my jawline. He pulls back, his lips hovering over mine as he captures my gaze with the heat of his. Between us his hand is gently moving against my mound. I’m about half a second away from jumping his bones, but something in me knows that’s exactly what he wants. He wants me to lose my inhibitions.
“I’m touching you like this and you’re letting me?” he kind of states, almost surprised by the fact. The thing is. I don’t really want him to let go. Iwanthim to touch me. I’ve been wanting it ever since he pinned me beneath him on the field the first week I arrived here, and all those times since when he’s stood up for me. Except, of course, that truth is harder to share.
“Enough,” I push his hand away roughly, giving him a shove. But it’s half-hearted and he knows it. He cocks his head, looking at me with fascination then steps back into my space and cups my mound once more.
“Tell mesomething, Asia,” he repeats, his circling finger making me go mindless. If this is how he can make me feel with his hand over my clothes, I can only imagine what it’d be like when he gets beneath them. Damn, I’m in trouble.
“I’m not telling you shit,” I grind out, goading him. Let’s see how far he’s willing to go.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
The heel of his palm presses firmer against my crotch, right on the spot that makes me squirm. A moan escapes my lips, colouring my cheeks, and I do what he knew I would. I lose my inhibitions. He pulls back slightly, watching me as I grind helplessly against him. Sensation swells outwards from that tiny nub between my legs, scattering up my spine and prickling my scalp. My mouth pops open, another moan escaping as he increases the pressure. What the fuck is happening here? Okay, stupid question… But, really, what the fuck is going on?
His breathing quickens with mine, as though I’m touching him in the same way he’s touching me. Except my hands are pressed against the wall behind me, my nails digging into the stone as I hang on for dear life.
“Do you always wear your emotions on your sleeve, Asia? Or are those ones just for show? Do you have hidden depths just waiting to be discovered?”
I can’t answer him. All I can think about, all I canfeelis the swell of an orgasm teetering around the edges of my consciousness. It builds deep within me, curling outwards, upwards. I push back against Ford’s hand, wanting to chase the pleasure. Needing it like I’ve never needed anything. Just as it’s about to expand and shatter, Ford pulls his hand away and my eyes snap open. His pupils are dark, and just for a second it’s as though I can see right into his soul. There’s a glimmer of something there, something worth knowing.
“Ford…?” I manage to pant, my pulse racing. He closes his eyes briefly and when he opens them again the hollowness is back.
