Page 22 of Want Me

“You love this,” I told him.

“I do. And so do you. Don’t even pretend you don’t.”

He dropped the stirring straw he’d retrieved into his drink, then pinned it to the rim of his glass as he took a swallow. “Did you jack off in the shower?”

I laughed because he was just…I didn’t even know. He was outrageous. And I wasn’t sure if Ilovedit per se, because could you really love something that kept you in limbo between panic and ecstasy? But I was addicted to it. Every agonizing second.

“Came in your shampoo bottle,” I quipped, and air-toasted my glass in his direction.

He ran a hand over his hair—which was perfect, of course, some product in it that made it fall just right, like something out of a magazine. “That would explain why it’s extra shiny tonight if it were true. But I happen to know your aim isn’t that good—much less your finesse—when you’re really worked up.”

I almost groaned from the sheer ball-tightening arousal that rocketed through me, but managed a half-hearted scoff. “You’d be the same.”

“Maybe. So far, you’re all take. Care to find out what it’s like to give?”

I sucked in a breath and caught movement in my periphery as Amanda sauntered back. Eric snaked an arm low around her waist as she leaned her head against his shoulder affectionately. My heart started pounding again.

“Nate, Amanda. Amanda, Frat Boy. One of two.”

That fucking term. It was Pavlovian, and I hated it as much as it turned me on.

Amanda gave me a warm smile and tipped her glass against mine. With the red hair, plush lips, and high cheekbones, she was more striking than pretty. “Nice to finally officially meet you.”

Jesse caught my eye as he made his way through the crowd. I lifted my chin to him as he started in our direction, then bumped fists with him as he arrived and our circle grew.

“Anyone want shots?” Eric asked, and then without waiting for an answer, slid behind me to get in the bar line, bumping against me again. Instead of his cock, it was his hand brushing against me this time. Subtle, infinitely subtle if someone had been looking, and I could tell by the lightness of the touch it must have been his knuckles or the side of his hand skimming over my ass. Had it been anyone else, I wouldn’t have even noticed it, probably. But God, from him it was one more open circuit crackling with electricity. I crunched down hard on an ice cube, turning a glance over my shoulder in time to catch him grinning at me as he stepped into the line while Jesse and Amanda talked about some class they were thinking of taking next semester.

“I’ve heard he’s the worst. A tyrant. Totally inflexible, takes pride in handing out F’s,” Amanda was saying.

“Ugh. I’m dreading it.” Jesse groaned.

“Who’s this?” I asked, trying to play catch-up.

“Professor Williams.”

I winced. “Oh yeah, I’ve heard stories.”

“Well fucking great. I’m screwed,” Jesse said, making a face.

Eric returned loaded down with shots and passed them off to each of us. I eyed the milky liquid. “Kahlúa?” I asked.

His eyes slid over to me and held, amusement twinkling within deep green. “Screaming Orgasm.”

And then the bastard winked.

We were nothing but undercurrent and tension, and I darted a glance between Amanda and Jesse to see if they were picking up on any of this. Jesse seemed clueless, but there was something about the way Amanda looked me over, then fiddled with Eric’s lapel that put me on edge. I downed my shot fast, relieved when everyone else did the same.

Amanda tugged on Eric’s arm. “Let’s dance.”

Jesse watched them go, tilting his head. “They’re fucking. Definitely fucking.” His expression suggested he might not approve of this, but I wasn’t sure why.

I joined the fray fifteen minutes later when Ashley came up and took both Jesse and me by the hand. On the dance floor, she put her back to me, pushing her perky little ass up against my crotch, but it wasn’t her getting me hard, it was Eric, glimpsed in fragments, the glow on his face and the smile, the flash of his arms wrapped around Amanda. What would it be like if those arms were wrapped around me? If he was behind me, grinding up against my ass, sweating against me, pressing into me to some hypnotic beat?

I was suddenly burning up and tugged my coat off, moving to the side of the dance floor as I pulled my phone from my pocket.

Nate:Are you fucking her?

There was a three-minute delay, and I lost sight of Eric before I glimpsed the crown of his head again, still on the dance floor.