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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

GARY

I didn’t want to talk about my sister, not while I was this close to getting my first kiss.

I hadn’t even realized we’d skipped that part the night before.

I probably should be embarrassed that I had sex before I had my first kiss, but I wasn’t about to complain.

Not with the ever present ache reminding me of just how amazing it was.

I wanted more. I wanted whatever Easton was willing to give me.

I knew it was fake. He reminded me of that already. I just didn't care.

Lifting on my toes, I ignored the sting of his grip on my hair.

I brushed my lips over his, just a whisper, since I couldn’t get any closer without his permission.

He went quiet, his eyes studying me again.

He did that a lot, like he was reading me like a book.

I projected as loudly as I could how much I wanted it.

“Please…”

That cinched it. He really did like it when I begged.

My eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed against mine.

Rough at first, but then he eased back a little, like he was trying to give me the experience he thought I wanted.

Since I had nothing to compare it to, I wanted all of it.

Rough, gentle, tongue, no tongue. I didn’t care what came first, as long as I got to experience it.

I loosened my grip on his shirt, sliding my arms around his neck.

His lips were warm and surprisingly soft.

He was so rough and tumble, I guess I wasn’t expecting such a big difference.

Plucking at my lips, he kept one hand in my hair, moving me how he wanted me.

The other moved to my lower back, dragging me closer until I was plastered against him.

When he teased his tongue along my bottom lip, I groaned, opening up for him.

The first sweep of his tongue against mine sent pleasure spiraling through me, and I went from enjoying the ride to needy and whimpering in less than a minute.

I even got brave enough to play a little, nipping at his bottom lip.

A startled gasp escaped me as he shoved me hard against the bookcase, his hips grinding against mine.

His hard as steel erection rubbed against mine, and despite four orgasms the day before, I felt my balls draw up tight in warning with how close I was.

Easton hitched my thigh over his hip, giving himself better leverage, and I felt my neediness soar. Oh crap, oh crap, I was going to–

I stiffened, moaning against his mouth as I flooded my boxers. Embarrassment swept through me. I was so pathetic, I came just from a make-out session. I would never live this down.

Easton’s thrusts slowed, and his lips were swollen when he finally pulled away from me. We were both breathless and gasping, and I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Easton huffed out a laugh, the air puffing against my still damp lips.

“I wanted to get you off before your test, but I didn’t think it’d happen in the library.”

Whimpering, I ducked my head. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic…

A warm, rough hand cupped my chin, forcing me to look up. Easton’s glare was intimidating, and I shivered from the intensity.

“Keep trash talking yourself, and I’m putting you over my knee.”

Startled, I asked, “How–”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s written all over your face, Gary.

You being so into what we were doing that you got off on it was hot.

You’ve got no reason to be embarrassed.” He paused, considering that for a moment.

“At least, you won’t, as long as you get those boxers off as quickly as possible.

Unless you’re comfortable with a very obvious wet spot once that sinks through the material of your jeans. ”

Horrified, I gaped at him. He just laughed, grabbing my hand and dragging me away to the nearest bathroom.

It felt really awkward to go without boxers, but I didn’t have time to go back to my room before my test, and it was better than sitting in it.

Even if it didn’t soak through enough for people to notice, I wouldn’t want to be sticky and uncomfortable through the whole test.

Balling up the damp material, I shuffled out of the stall, bright red with embarrassment. Easton put out his hand, making a gimme motion.

“Hand those over.”

Frowning, I did as he asked. “But… why?”

He raised his eyebrows slowly at me. “You’re saying you’re brave enough to walk out of here with them?”

Uh, no. Absolutely not. I was debating throwing them away, honestly.

I didn’t like the idea of throwing away perfectly good clothes, but I hadn’t decided if it was worth the embarrassment if people saw them when I headed back to my table.

My jeans were too tight for me to stuff them in my pocket.

People would definitely notice the bulge.

Easton’s clothes were baggier, and he didn’t seem to care about the mess when he shoved my boxers into his pocket.

He chuckled when I ducked past him to wash my hands and was unbothered when someone else came into the bathroom and froze, looking between us with a frown.

Tossing his arm around my shoulders, he led me out.

I was grateful that he was leading, because I couldn’t force my gaze off my feet until we got back to my table.

“What the fuck?”

Looking up, I sucked in a sharp breath. Someone had found my stuff and ripped it to shreds.

Notebooks, textbooks, the works. The entire contents of my backpack was scattered and ripped.

A whimper got caught in my throat, and my vision swam as tears threatened to spill over.

I couldn’t lose it every time something bad happened, or I’d never stop crying.

Stumbling forward, I kneeled to pick up the papers, but Easton stopped me.

“Don’t. You need to get to your test. I’ll take care of this.”

He was right. According to my phone, if I wanted enough time to get to my class without cutting it too close, I’d need to leave now. But still…

“Shouldn’t we call campus security?” I murmured.

Easton scoffed. “They won’t do shit. There were no witnesses. Just let me handle it. Here, take my pencil. Go take your test. I’ll meet you after class.”

I took the offered pencil, since mine were all snapped in half and scattered on the floor.

I was going to grab the sweater Easton gave me, figuring something warm would make me feel better, but I jerked my hand back when I realized it was wet.

I wasn’t sure what with, but it was soaked.

Easton pulled his sweater off and handed it to me, nudging me towards the exit.

“Just go, Gary. I’ve got this.”

Nodding slowly, I shuffled for the exit.

I hated this. How far did I have to go to escape my sister?

This was totally her M.O. It may not have been her personally.

I found it hard to imagine she’d drive this far just to screw with me, but if she was feeling vindictive enough, she would’ve told people how to get to me.

She knew how important my education was to me.

I bit back another whimper. Taping those books back together would take hours, but I couldn’t afford to buy new ones.

The journey to my next class was a blur.

I never looked up from my feet. I was surprised I didn’t bump into anyone.

But I made it to class on time, and bundled myself in Easton’s sweater, drinking in his scent.

It was the only thing that kept me calm.

I knew it was fake, he didn’t actually like me like that, but at least this time, I had someone in my corner.

I didn’t have to face all of this alone.

Easton was waiting for me when my test was finished. He had my backpack slung over one shoulder, his attention on his phone as he glared at it. He only softened a little when I stopped beside him, handing me my backpack.

“You’re done for the day, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I only have two classes Tuesdays and Thursdays. I have homework, though, and–”

“I know. Come on. We’re going somewhere better than that stupid ass library.”

He grabbed my hand and didn’t wait for me to argue, dragging me out of the building.

I honestly didn't have it in me. I didn’t think I could force myself to go to the library today either.

I needed a little more time to come to terms with what happened.

And I trusted Easton. He wouldn’t bring me somewhere unsafe.

I was distracted by the feel of Easton’s hand holding mine, he wasn’t at all shy about it, so I didn’t notice the car until he unlocked the door. I glanced up and did a double take, choking on my spit for the second time today.

“Who’s car is this?” I croaked.

Easton smirked over the roof of the car. “Mine. Get in.”

I shook my head rapidly. Nuh uh. He was not sticking me in that car. It looked like it cost more than three times my tuition. I might damage it just by sitting in it. What kind of college student owned a fancy sports car like this?

Easton made a tick sound behind his teeth, jogging around the car and opening my door for me. He had to physically manhandle me to get in, and I sat stiffly after he shut the door behind him.

“Relax, Gary,” he chided as he dropped into the driver’s seat. “As long as you’re not eating or smoking in here, you won’t hurt anything.”

“Pretty sure I should have showered before sitting in here. What if my hair smudges the leather or something?”

He laughed, resting his hand on my headrest as he pulled out of the parking spot.

I had to move then, because I wasn’t riding in any car without a seatbelt, but I put my backpack on the floor by my feet with care, so I didn’t hurt anything.

Were my shoes tracking dirt? Maybe I should’ve taken them off and put them in my backpack.

“You should see your face right now,” Easton snickered.

“Shut up! This car probably costs more than I’d earn in a lifetime! I’m afraid to breathe wrong!”

“You’re cute,” he said with a laugh, completely ignoring my meltdown. But the compliment made me happy, and after a few minutes, I calmed down enough to sit back. No food, no smoking. I wasn’t doing either of those things. Maybe it’d be okay.