Broken Trust: A Dark High School Romance(50)

“Baby,” he breathed, his hand shoving the length of my dress out of the way and hooking his fingers in the lace of my panties, pulling them aside. “I missed you.” His fingers sank inside me, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing quick circles until I was quivering with need.

“Shut up,” I told him. “This is not make up sex. It’s just sex.”

He snorted, but didn’t argue. “Birth control?”

“On it and all good,” I groaned back, not wanting him to stop for a second.

He withdrew his fingers and quickly replaced them with his rigid cock. In one harsh thrust, he was fully inside me, and my pussy spasmed around him. It hadn’t been all that difficult, I was already so wet before we’d even entered the bathroom, and he damn well knew it.

Whispered curses slipped from my lips as he began to move, fucking me with that same angry intensity that had started all of this. Desperate for more, wanting him deeper, I tilted my hips forward and crossed my ankles behind him.

“Fuck yes,” I encouraged. “Harder, Sebastian. Harder.” My words dissolved into a wanton moan, and he gave me what I wanted, pounding me so hard my head bounced against the mirror behind me.

His hand snaked down between us, tweaking at my clit until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I screamed my release as my pussy clenched and pulsed, locking his throbbing cock in a vice grip as I came. Hard.

“Shit, Riley,” he panted, placing another open mouthed kiss against my neck as I rode out my orgasm, my legs shaking and heart racing. “You kill me, baby.” Seconds later, his pelvis slammed into mine a few more times as he came.

For a long moment, we just ... remained frozen. My head rested against the mirror and Beck’s sweaty forehead pressed to my neck. He was still sheathed inside me, and for a really, really long minute I never wanted that to change.

But, reality, that bitch, was waiting right there to slam back down on me and remind me why I’d been pushing Beck away in the first place.

He must have sensed me withdrawing again, because he shifted back and adjusted his clothing. I did the same, grabbing some tissues from beside the basin to wipe myself up as much as I could before righting my panties and letting my skirt fall back over my legs. Not that my pathetic, soaking wet lace thong would do much of anything to stop the wetness of Beck’s cum sliding down my thighs, but it was better than nothing.

“We should get back,” I murmured, avoiding his gaze as I tidied my hair in the mirror. He said nothing, so I flicked the lock to leave.

“Butterfly,” he said, grabbing my wrist and halting my very literal attempt to flee whatever had just passed between us. Not the sex—that part was pretty obvious—it was all the emotional baggage I was running from. “We should talk.”

“Mm hmm,” I agreed. “We should. But now isn’t the time.”

He couldn’t disagree with me on that, so after a moment he just released my wrist and let me rush out of the bathroom and back to the party.

It was a futile effort. I knew this. But just for a little longer, I wanted to run from all those heavy, dark, painful emotions. I wasn’t ready to bare my soul to him, even if he was.

Tonight of all nights, I was grateful for that small favor.





20





Beck





After the gala, an exhausted Riley drifted off in seconds, and I watched her like the fucking obsessed creeper I was, long after the tense lines of her face smoothed out. My hands tangled gently in her hair before I could stop myself; I needed to touch her. At all times. It was a need, that for the first time, I could not control. We’d fucked tonight and after so long, all that did, was make me crave her harder. There was something beyond intoxicating about Riley. It had been there from the first time I’d seen her, that defiant, stunningly beautiful face as she schooled us on chicks in car racing.

Riley was effortlessly sexy without even trying.

I’d known I was screwed that first night, but like the dumb fuck I was, I kept trying to fight the inevitable.

A noise outside our room caught my attention, and a darkness settled in my veins as I slowly slipped from the bed, taking care not to wake her.

She made a few whimpering noises, but when I slid my pillow under her arms, she buried her face in it and calmed down.

My chest went tight as I tried not to examine how that made me feel.

I heard his voice again, and I realized that it was time now for me to set a few things straight. Before I ended up having to destroy one of the only people in the world who meant anything to me.

Dylan was waiting on the edge of darkness, and I wondered who he’d been talking to, but then I heard Evan singing his fucking anime songs in the shower. He had zero ability to hold a tune, but that never stopped him.

It made me wish I had a guitar in my hands; I needed to soothe some of the dark anger in my soul, and music was one of the only things that worked for me.

Music and Riley.

“We need to talk,” I said quietly to Dylan, a low undercurrent of pissed off leaking into my words.

He just nodded and gestured for us to head into the soundproof music room that I used at times when I had to play at midnight and didn’t want to disturb the guys. Maybe he hoped I’d be less violent around my prized possessions.

“You waited up for me?” I asked without inflection. “Knew this little chat was coming, hey?”