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But still he had questions, all our friends had. I’d met up with them all tonight for the first time in what felt like forever, but again, I’d dodged shit. I’d done that for Wolf since he was a private person too.
That ungrateful fucker.
We were going to have a talk, a serious one about expectations and what I was really here to do. If he was truly trying to make our situation work in front of his family and everyone else, he needed to get his act together and do this properly with me.
What, are you his mom now?
I had to remind myself to calm down, raking my hand through my hair. Eventually, I chilled enough to actually send a text to my ex-roommate.
Me:Where are you at? I want to leave.
It was probably a bad idea, but I had plans to leave with him anyway. Heath, like myself, didn’t have a car, so he took buses everywhere around campus. Since I did too, I’d always had plans to go with him. Really, that was the only plan I had. The only possible one. I didn’t do cars, so… yeah.
I got clipped in the hallway enough where I entered another room. It was a lot quieter in there, and I was relieved to find that. What was cool about it was I’d somehow found the library, stacks and stacks of books around.
I eased through the shelves, putting my back to one.
Me:I’m going to be heading to the bus stop with Heath. I’ll see you around.
My fingers left the text to Wolf, and I waited a beat. I wanted to see what he had to say about it. I wasn’t trying to play games with him. I was just pissed at him. He’d embarrassed me tonight.
Wolf’s text message bubble appeared, and for some reason, my heart fucking jumped. I thought at first it might be fear. This dude tended to have a crazy-ass temper, but once the bubble disappeared, something weird hit me. It was relief, yes, but also disappointment. I wanted to hear from him for some reason. I wanted to see if what I said would affect him in some way.
Because you’re fucking stupid.
Again, with that self-deprecation. Again, the constant need to test him and be the one doing the testing. The shameless girl inside me liked to get a rise out of him, deep down inside. Like I enjoyed drama when I wasn’t that girl. I had enough in my early teens to bottle, so no, the last thing I wanted was drama.
But to see Wolf that way…
Something about when he was unhinged… wild got to me. It did, and I hated that. There’s no good reason on God’s green earth why I’d want to see his wrath.
You’re obsessed with him.
A part of me was, yes. I enjoyed his power, and the fact thatIwas somehow able to make him lose control. It made me all kinds of seriously fucked up, and as I waited for Heath to text me back, I scanned the stacks. I did this for about ten seconds until I heard the moans.
“Give me that dick.”
I blinked, immediately moving around a couple books. I peered through the stacks like I was the opposite of someone who enjoyed drama.
Some books hit the floor, multiple ones. Two guys shouldered the shelves, one with his hand down the other’s pants.
Holy crap.
The biggest guy bear-hugged the other, his hand pumping and hitting the inside of the guy’s jeans. He rocked solid hips into the guy’s jean-clad ass before bending him over a library cart, and my eyes flashed.
I recognized both of them. The one standing was an ultra blond with a joker grin. Devastatingly handsome, Wells Ambrose had a guy submitting to him, and when he yanked the guy back by his dark hair to kiss him, I instantly confirmed who his hookup was.
Heath,my Heath, grinned below Wells’s mouth, and the elation on the guy’s face was something more than I’d ever seen. This guy didn’t get excited about stuff, way more serious than me, but Wells yanking down my ex-roommate’s pants had the delight on the guy’s face like nothing else.
You shouldn’t be watching this.
I turned away. At least, at first. I didn’t consider myself a Peeping Tom, but I wasn’t a prude either. I watched my fair share of porn, and it was a necessity considering how single I’d been in the past.
I eased a book over, my heart thudding. Wells had his tongue down Heath’s throat and Heath’s pants and boxers down to his ankles. My ex-roommate’s glasses were skewed, and eventually, he took them off and immersed himself in the kiss.
“You want this cock?” Wells crooned, my lower lips tingling, surging. Wells had his hand down his own pants now, rubbing himself off against Heath through his designer jeans.
“Fuck. Give it to me,” Heath gasped out, and something flashed inside me. I was a complete perv for watching this. Not to mention, doing so was a complete violation of privacy on Heath’s part. He was a friend.
