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Does that mean he’d be open to doing more intimate stuff with Trey?
After that, I went to the library to try to get some reading done, but all I could think about was Lincoln and Trey kissing and jerking each other off, and before I knew it, I was squirming uncomfortably in my seat, and I had to get up and walk around to clear my head.
As if he could sense my thoughts, a strong hand grabbed mine and yanked me roughly down one of the aisles. I gasped, but I knew Link immediately from the woodsy scent, and I let him lead me to a dark corner. He pinned me against the brick wall, his intense gaze stripping me bare right down to my soul.
“We need to talk,” he said, his voice deep and oh-so-sexy.
The smell of old book bindings mixed with his minty breath was completely intoxicating, and I threw myself at him, my mouth pressing to his. I think my impulsivity surprised him because he stiffened a moment before his body relaxed, and his hands grasped my ass and lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around him and relished the heat of his touch.
Link’s dick was rock hard, pressing firmly against my aching, soaking-wet pussy, and I was already losing my mind in a haze of pleasure as I whimpered into his mouth, grinding myself against him. He made a strangled noise in the back of his throat and finally pulled his mouth from mine. He continued holding me tightly, and we stared at each other, panting, still so close our noses grazed.
“I didn’t bring you here to fuck you, Sunshine,” he ground out, his voice raspy with lust, his grip on my thighs white hot and iron tight.
“I know,” I replied. “I’m sorry. I missed you.” I winced after I said it because I sounded so stupid and needy, but his metallic-gray eyes softened.
“I know” was all he said.Han Solo arrogance at its best.Then he sighed and put me down, leaning over to place one hand next to my head against the wall, his broody mask falling into place. “I think Trey and I are leaving tonight to head back home for Thanksgiving. We just wanted you to know since you have a late class.”
I swallowed and nodded, trying not to feel disappointed as I averted my gaze. I figured they were probably going back to be with Lincoln’s dad for the holiday, but I think a part of me was hoping they would stay. Being alone during the holiday has been the norm since my stepdad left, and my stepbrothers were always so busy with the pub.
“Thanks for telling me,” I said, managing to keep my voice neutral.
Link’s other hand came up, his fingers gripping my chin so I was forced to turn my head back to him. Then he kissed me hard before he left me alone in the stacks feeling like his dirty little secret.
Knowing they were leaving, I managed to track Trey down in the cafeteria, and he insisted on a quickie in the employee stairwell between the second and third floor—our most public rendezvous yet. He tugged my yoga pants down, pulled out his dick, and fucked me from behind, his hands rough on my hips as he slammed into my body over and over. It was ridiculously hot.
And that was that.
Most people left yesterday, including Fi, and now campus is pretty empty. Seb and Marcus asked if I wanted to come visit with them in Vancouver over the break, but since they’re living in Canada, we’d already had our version of Thanksgiving in October, so I figured I would just stay and get more homework done and try to enjoy the peace and quiet. But now that Thanksgiving is here, I feel a little down.
I also finally started using the university gym. I used to play tennis and work out a lot when I was in high school, but that stopped after all the shit that happened. I’m just stepping out of the locker room when I turn into the hallway and run directly into a hard chest. One of my AirPods flies from my ear skittering across the hardwood floor.
“Gosh, I’m sorry,” I mutter, moving to step around the person to retrieve the ear bud. A large hand clamps into my wrist, stopping my movements. I look up, realizing the person I ran into is Matt.
His palm on my arm is cold and clammy, and his grip is tight, almost possessive. The feel of it sends a shiver through my body—and not the good kind.
Despite the way he’s holding me, his expression is friendly. I pull away, and he hesitates before releasing me.
I take a step back. “Hi, Matt,” I say warily, still managing a tolerant smile.
Something about him still makes me so uneasy, and I can’t put my finger on what it is. I’ve been telling myself I’m still having lingering feelings of hurt and betrayal.
“Hello, beautiful,” he says, running a hand through his short-cropped hair.
“Please don’t call me that.” I bend down to collect my AirPod.
“Why not? It’s true.” His smile falters like I’ve hurt his feelings. “I didn’t expect to see you on campus. I thought you’d be home with your family.”
“I decided to catch up on school stuff and make some extra money,” I say vaguely, not wanting to give him any insight into my personal life. I certainly don’t want him to know the part he played in my emotional spiral.
“You’re working? Where?”
Fuck.I don’t want to tell him, but he could probably find out pretty easily if he asked around. Not many of us work at the theater, and it’s become a popular hangout, so a lot of people know Fiona and me just from seeing us there.
“The little movie theater on Main,” I say hesitantly.
“Wow, that’s cool. You always did love movies.”
I hate that he still knows me. It’s like he’s holding some part of me hostage. It almost feels like a violation.
