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“I already told you, I’m not trading sexual favors.” My voice is weak.
“Sexual favors, no. But there is something else I want.” His hold on me tightens and my confusion mounts.
We’ve never been this close. Our bodies pressed together. Our breath mingling. The tension in the room so thick you could cut it with a knife. Everything feels so wrong, yet so god damn right.
He dips his face lower and I swear my heart jumps into my throat.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I try to be assertive, but my demand comes out as more of a whisper.
“A kiss.” His eyes are locked on mine.
“A kiss?” I croak.
“You want my silence about you and Wesley... Kiss me.”
“Stop fucking with me Atlas and let me go.”
“I’m not fucking with you, Barlow. One kiss. It’s your insurance policy.”
“My insurance policy?” I’m practically panting, not able to pull enough air into my lungs.
“If Brennon knew I even thought about kissing you, let alone did it, he’d have my fucking nuts. You think I’d breathe a word about your little romp with Wesley Ryder knowing you have this over my head?”
It sounds crazy, ludicrous even, yet weirdly makes total sense at the same time. And yet, it makes no sense.
“Why?” I croak.
“Why what?” He runs his nose along mine and I swear my knees wobble beneath my weight.
“Why, out of all the things you could barter for, do you want this?”
“I’ve always wanted to know what it would take to shut you up. Now it’s my chance to find out.” His hand on my back holds firm while the other comes up, sliding into my hair, his fingers tangling in the dark strands. “I won’t kiss you without your permission, Barlow. Do we have an agreement?”
I’m paralyzed. Stunned.
On one hand, I want to push him away, curse him for thinking I’d ever even consider kissing him. On the other, I’m desperate to let him, to know what it feels like to have his mouth pressed to mine one time. And it’s this thought that has me agreeing to something I’m sure to regret.
“Okay.”
“Okay what?” His fingers tighten in my hair.
“Kiss me.”
The words aren’t even off my lips before his mouth is on mine. I expected something simple. A quick peck. A soft exchange. But I should have known, with Atlas, it’s never that innocent. He commands me, bends me to his will, and when our tongues clash together, I swear every single coherent thought flies out of my head.
I’m overwhelmed by the feel of him. By the taste of him. By the way my entire body feels like it’s burning up from the inside out.
The moment quickly spirals. Years of built up frustration bleeds out between us until we’re so lost in the moment that nothing can break us from our trance.
One minute I’m struggling to stand on my own two feet, the next, I’m pinned against the wall, feeling Atlas hard between my legs, grinding into me as he devours me whole. And here I am, ready to give him everything. Anything he wants. All of me. Anything to quench this sudden hunger deep in my core. A lust I’ve never felt before now. The feeling that if he doesn’t take me here and now I might die from deprivation.
But just as quickly as it comes, it dies in an instant when the sound of the front door slamming causes us both to freeze. Atlas practically drops me in his effort to get the bathroom door shut before Brennon catches us red-handed.
My back is pressed against the wall, my heart beating so fast and hard that I’m convinced it’s going to burst from my chest at any moment.
Atlas flips the lock on the door seconds before we hear Brennon’s voice.
“Atlas or Barlow?” He raps on the door.
