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“We can’t,” I said again. Only this time, I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince more. Peyton or myself.
“I see.” Her entire body tensed as she started backing away, scrambling to her own seat. “I think you should take me back.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, refusing to meet my gaze.
“Yeah.” I exhaled another steady breath, firing up the truck. It rumbled to life, drowning out the violent thud of my heart against my chest.
We’d crossed a line.
I’dcrossed a line.
And I wasn’t sure where we went from here.
* * *
The rideto Jason’s was almost unbearable. Peyton didn’t speak, let alone look at me. I’d done some fucked up things in my life but tonight topped them all.
When I finally pulled up just down the road from the Ford’s, it was a little after eleven. I didn’t know where Jase and Fee thought she was, but Peyton didn’t seem worried as she grabbed the handle and went to shoulder the door.
“Thanks,” she murmured, “for… everything.”
The words lashed my insides.
“I can come to the door and explain—”
“It’s fine. I texted Fee earlier.”
She had?
Dread snaked through me, but Peyton let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t worry,” she sniped. “I didn’t tell her who I was with.”
“That’s not—”
“It doesn’t matter. I should go.” Her eyes barely met mine.
I had to fight the urge to pull her back inside the car and drive away so we could finish what we started, but if I went there…
I doubted getting charged with a corruption of minors’ sentence would be the worst thing that would happen to me.
“Fuck,” I rapped my knuckles against the steering wheel, watching as Peyton slipped quietly into the Ford’s house.
I was a mess.
This whole fucking thing was a mess.
Once Peyton was safe inside, I floored the gas and sped off toward my side of town. But the ride did little to ease the memory of her lips on my skin. She may as well have branded me.
The second I got back to my apartment, I checked the mirror in the bathroom just to be sure she hadn’t, because fuck, I could still feel her soft lips right there, pressed against my skin. I was rock hard just thinking about it, and before I knew it, I’d stripped out of my clothes and stumbled into a cold shower. But I didn’t find any solace there. Peyton was like a ghost I couldn’t exorcise, a beautiful nightmare I couldn’t escape.
There was something very fucking wrong with me because the desire coursing through me didn’t tamper down under the cold spray. Giving in to the temptation, I gripped myself roughly and thrust into my hand, groaning into the waterfall.
My thoughts hit me like a runaway train, slamming into me with such force, such clarity. I couldn’t do anything but picture her on her knees, those pretty pink lips wrapped around my dick.
“Fuck,” I grunted, jacking myself harder, lost to the imaginary feel of my fingers in her hair, her tongue and teeth driving me to the point of ecstasy. I’d guide her right, show her how I liked it. And when she’d made me come, moaning her name, I’d lay her out on my bed and show her just how much I appreciated her.
How much I wanted her.
“Fuck. Fuuuuck!” I came hard, jerking into the shower spray. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, tried to process what the hell had just happened.
I’d imagined Peyton before… but never like this. And God, now I’d pictured her like that, I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to look at her the same way again.
