I’m pinned under the weight of Neil’s body. He’s entirely on the bed now, his legs slotted between my thighs, forcing me to stretch my legs open wide. I haven’t moved my hands since he told me not to, other than to curl them around to grip at my pillow with claw like fingers. His mouth is domina
My body’s burning hot. I gasp at the difference. I mourn the shirt for only a fleeting second. The waste is worth how unbelievably hot that was. While he rip my pants off too? His hands fall on my breasts, and he squeezes me through the bra. “And the bra?” Neil asks. “I don’t think… she had
Caught in the afterglow, I have no way of knowing which was is up and which is down. My brain is nothing by white-noise. My body is a pleasant goo. Neil’s spend is hot on my torso. His breathing is labored. When he says, “Fuck,” again, it sounds less sexy, and more really pissed off. “Neil?”
When I finish my shower, I change into a pair of loose fitting pants and a t-shirt. I bypass the bra for now. The one Neil ruined had been my favorite. I sigh and pick up the book off the floor. Neil said to get rid of it, but to hell with him. I can’t help but be curious what other mysteries this
“Not you too.” I move to step around him, but Archer is bigger and stronger and refuses to step aside no matter how much I try to wedge my way through. He grips me by the shoulder to keep my still. His fingers bite into my back. “Listen, this is none of your business,” I say. “Like hell it isn
I glance back at the doorway, but Beau just waves. “Have fun, Nanny. Try not to get killed.” Then he turns to Wyatt. “Come away now, Wyatt. This is no sight for children.” “What children?” Wyatt argues. They are both gone before I can react. When I look back to Archer and Neil, they’ve come cl
Monday morning, I walk into class and notice Tides’ seat is empty. I guess that’s nothing to immediately worry about, but knowing what I know about the people he owes money to, I can’t help but feel a growing sense of trepidation. I take my seat near Debbie. She’s practically bouncing in her chair
“Can I pick up Mia?” I ask. “I’m pretty sure she wants to say hi.” “I said, wait.” His voice is frosty. Not very Neil-like. I honestly can’t stand it. I don’t want to talk about what happened between us. What’s done is done. But if he’s going to act like a class-A jerk around me now, then maybe