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When he stares at me, I push further. “To me, you’re scared. Just like I am. But the difference is, you’ve found a way to pretend you aren’t. And I have to say, you’re doing a damn good job at it. But you’re not fooling me. And I wish you’d stop trying to.”
Stiffening, he looks toward the ice. “The guys are meeting up for a drink. Don’t worry; I’ll have my usual Sprite. I should get going though.”
“Yeah, you probably should,” I say.
The tension between us grows. My heart races, every single cell in my body painfully aware of his existence. My chest feels heavy, and I wonder if he feels the same in this moment. To be honest, even weeks after our awkward encounter in his room, when he reminded me I was only a fuck and told me to leave…it’s been different. Our banter seems…forced. And I know he must know it.
“I’m so mad. At both of us.” He breaks the silence, answering my thoughts. “We knew better than to fuck, but we did it anyway. Things had been great. We were hanging out. It was fun. Now, I can’t stand to be around you.”
His words strike me like a slap across the face.
“You don’t like being around me?” I whisper, standing up. “Wow. Awesome.”
As I make my way up the stairs, he runs in front of me, blocking me like a shield.
“I can’t stand to be around you because I can’t stop thinking about touching your body, Bria. Now that my cock has felt what it’s like to have you wrapped around it, clenching me so hard because you’re so fucking tight, it’s impossible to not want that every time you touch me. When you open your mouth to talk, I’m remembering you on your knees, sucking my dick. And when you walk in front of me, I’m thinking about bending you over and making you come so hard that you scream.”
My hands press to his chest, and I feel it heaving.
“And when you go to work, I actually get fucking mad, just imagining dudes hitting on you.” His nostrils flare. “I get mad over something that isn’t even my business.”
None of the things he said are feelings of love or even adoration. Instead, it’s just sex or possessiveness. Because that’s what I am to him now.
He grips my chin, his eyes glaring into mine. “From the moment I had one taste, that was all it took. Now, you’re all I fucking think about. And friends aren’t supposed to think about shit like that. Yet here I am. Wanting to throw you over my shoulder, take you to the nearest room, spread your legs wide open, and bury myself balls deep inside of you.”
Swallowing, I avert my eyes down. Because if I look at him any longer, just knowing how much he wants me right now, I’ll incinerate at his feet.
“So, maybe we aren’t just friends?” I whisper, clinging to his words, trying to make more out of them than they actually mean. “Maybe we’re more.”
I stand here, waiting desperately for him to say something—anything—that might indicate he feels the same.
And when he doesn’t, I take a deep breath. Gaining my composure, I pull away before walking around him.
“I’m going home. Night.”
Because quite frankly, I don’t have the time or energy to deal with this shit right now.
Walking into my room, I waste no time yanking my jeans off, followed by my shirt and bra to get into my pajamas. It’s been far too many hours since I let the girls breathe, and frankly, they can’t wait.
Tate has gone home to her mom’s tonight and won’t be back till tomorrow afternoon. And right now, I’m glad because as much as I love her, I don’t feel like talking.
Taking my hair out, I close my eyes as I run my hands through it a few times, easing my aching scalp.
The floor creaks, and when my eyes shoot open, I see Brody standing in my bedroom doorway, taking in my almost-bare body without even trying to hide it.
“What the fuck, Brody?” I screech. “You can’t just walk into someone’s house! Are you a stalker now?”
“When it’s my friend’s place, I can.” He shrugs, his eyes damn near black as he stares at me. “Besides, you left it unlocked.”
“People in horror movies leave their doors unlocked too, dumbass. It doesn’t mean they want to be murdered!”
“You walked away, Bria. You left me standing in the arena with my cock so hard that I could barely think straight.”
Taking a few steps toward me, he stops when his chest almost touches mine. “Such a bad fucking girl you are sometimes.” He grips my neck as his eyes narrow. “You really,reallypissed me off when you just walked away.”
“Yeah? Well, you’ve been pissing me off a lot lately,” I hiss. “So, maybe we’re even.”
Smirking, he shakes his head, tsking me. “No, babe, we’ll be even when you make it up to me by taking my dick like the good girl you are instead of the shit you just pulled.”
