Page 13 of Hate So Deep (Hate #4)
THEN
Lauren
A week passes while I brood about Dirk and his cruel brush off. Finally, I set it aside because I can’t make Dirk like me and frankly, I don’t want to…or so I tell myself.
Although I agreed to attend another party, the living room is packed when we step inside and after finding an out of the way spot, I sip on a beer while Rocket and Caro chat over my head.
When they fall quiet, I look around to see Caro off in the crowd dancing with some dude and turn to Rocket, my cheeks flushing at the intensity of his perusal.
He smiles and absently I note that he has pretty brown eyes, but they don’t compare to the liquid darkness of Dirk’s, who may be a dick but he’s the epitome of physical perfection.
And that kiss…holy Jesus my lips still tingle from the brutal caress.
“So, Lala,” Rocket says. “You wanna hang out tomorrow?”
My throat fills with sludge, and I clear it before tossing my reservations to the wind. He likes me. He’s nice. He’s cute. My mother would freak but maybe I want her to.
Maybe I just want to live.
“Okay,” I say and when he grins, my heart tumbles in my chest.
With a shy smile, I lean forward as he does, only pausing when someone grabs my arm and jerks me away.
“Back off,” Dirk growls and Rocket raises his fist.
Oh shit.
I don’t know why Dirk is bothering but I don’t want my friend to get hurt and so, I step between them and shake my head.
Rocket searches my gaze with a frown before he steps back and Dirk mutters, “Wise choice, dick head.”
Mentally groaning, I glare at the side of Dirk’s face while he pulls me through the house and out the front door.
When we’re on the path to the curb, my shock finally fades and I wrench away, saying, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
He grunts his response, and I grit my teeth as we stop before a truck, and he opens the passenger door.
Am I really going to let this asshole boss me around? I admit, his intervention feels like a victory but that’s all it can be.
He’s made his position clear which is why I shake my head.
Apparently, he doesn’t appreciate my refusal though because his nostrils flare like a bull before he leans into my face and growls, “Get in the fucking truck.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because I said so.”
“I’m not leaving,” I say, crossing my arms. “I was having fun.”
“With Pollack?” he sneers, and I frown.
“Who?”
“Rocket,” he says, and I eye the tic in his jaw.
Oh ho, he’s angry. Too bad because so am I.
“Yes,” I say, and he backs me into the vehicle before leaning over me until our chests brush.
“You want to walk on the wild side, baby girl?” he says against my lips. “Fine. I’ll give you the ride of your life.”
At his words, my core pulses and I suppress a moan, squeezing my thighs together.
Of course, his lips curl into a dirty smirk and he lifts me up before dropping me to the seat.
After stepping between my legs, he rasps, “Is this what you want? Dick? Maybe those Academy boys aren’t dirty enough for you?”
“Fuck off,” I whisper, shivering when he touches my pulse before running the tip of his finger down my neck and over the globe of my boob.
The nipple forms a tight peak at the caress and his eyes flare as he kneads my flesh.
My veins flood with liquid heat and I tip my head, exposing my neck. At the invitation, he licks the throbbing vein, before biting into my skin with a growl.
“Oh,” I moan, writhing against his erection.
“You like that,” he says, bucking into me as need bubbles along my nerve endings.
When I thrash beneath him, my skin heated through, he brings his mouth to mine and I open on a whimper before thrusting my tongue between his lips.
The sweet slide feels so fucking wicked that I moan, grabbing his hair and holding on desperately.
“Hm,” he hums, wrapping his hand around my core and massaging me through my jeans.
Chasing the pleasure racing through me wildly, I arch against him while he simultaneously pinches my nipple and I cry, “Ah!”
However, at the same time, he breaks away as the beam of twin headlights illuminates his golden hair while I glance up in a daze.
"Fuck," he mutters and my skin cools as he backs off and I jump from the seat, my heart pulsing while my body throbs with need.
I just want to be gone before this descends into madness.
No words are spoken as I put myself back together but when I turn to walk away, he grabs my arm and says, “Academy don’t belong here. Don’t come back.”
With my heart in my throat, I wrench away and after finding Caro we leave. All the while my mind swirls with the heavy beat of my heart.
Dirk Evans made me feel shit that I’ve never felt before. I want more. I want anything that will push me back from the ledge that I’m dangling over.