Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(82)
Her breath shutters.
“So, can I?” I ask again, not making a single move until I get her permission.
One of her arms wraps around my neck, pulling me down to kiss her. Against my lips, she breathes, “Yes.”
I grin victoriously.
Brady is right.
I don’t come home that night.
Because I make Skylar come three more times long after the sun goes down—once with my fingers, once with my tongue, and once with all of our clothes on and her grinding against my leg like two teenagers who can’t get enough.
We fall asleep wrapped up in each other in her small bed in sated oblivion in the early hours of the morning.
But when she starts thrashing in the middle of the night, my eye takes the brunt of the impact. I grab ahold of her arm to stop her from hitting me again, which only makes her go crazier.
“Skylar!” I say, shaking her shoulder.
She cries out, eyelids closed and twitching as she fights my hold.
“Sky, it’s a nightmare,” I coax, even though I know the truth.
Whatever is happening isn’t a nightmare at all. It’s real for her.
My voice cracks. “Wake up, baby.”
I loosen my hold once her body starts calming down and only then do I press my lips against her cheek and watch as her eyelids flutter open tiredly.
“Danny?” she breaths, tears streaming down her face.
“Blondie…” I press my lips together and brush the pads of my thumbs along her cheekbones to dry the dampness on them. “You need to talk to somebody. Please.”
She’s silent.
“Please.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
SKYLAR
Olive is bouncing with excitement as we follow a group of people down the stands of the Wilson Reed stadium. I double check the tickets Danny left with someone up front before studying the numbers on the end of the rows we’re nearing.
“I think this is us,” I tell my friend as she takes in the surroundings. A mixture of red for the Dragons and gold for the Raiders take over the packed stadium, and the noise is already insane. I can only imagine what it’ll be like when the game actually starts.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t this.
Olive grabs my arm as I steer us toward the two seats our tickets are for. “I still can’t believe he got you to come,” she says.
Her words are innocent enough, but my mind still twists them into something much dirtier. The whole reason I’m in Massachusetts at Wilson Reed University is because I agreed in my post-orgasmic state to not only cheer him on during this game but spend Thanksgiving break with him and his family since mine were scattered around the country for the holidays.
I’m not even sure how we’d managed to have a full conversation with all the exploration we’d done on each other the two nights in a row we’d spent together in my room followed by a whole day of reading, doing homework, and watching movies at his place.
Since my parents are going on a cruise to the Bahamas for Thanksgiving, Serenity is spending the holiday with her fiancé, and Serena and Sienna are doing a trip with their friends to Las Vegas, I’d planned on staying in Lindon. They’d invited me to tag along, but I knew I wouldn’t have any fun. And after a twenty-minute lecture on how Lindon would be closed down and I’d have nothing to do or nowhere to go, Danny convinced me to come to Boston after the big game with him.
I blame the things he did to me with his hands and mouth, along with his smooth talk that involved pretty words whispered about my curves and boobs to cause me to give in so quickly.
Plus, I owed him for the shiner I gave him during our first sleepover. He hasn’t brought it up because I always shut it down, but I can tell he wants to talk about it.
Talk to somebody, he pleaded.
I called the campus therapist but hung up when somebody answered because I’m not ready. Will I ever be?
Olive is holding a huge plastic cup of Coca-Cola and a bottle of water for me, grinning as she takes in her surroundings. I know she smuggled snacks in her bag since she never carries one this big normally.
I settle into my seat and zip my jacket up higher to protect myself from the cold air. “It was hard to tell him no,” I admit begrudgingly. Besides the orgasms, all he has to do is give me those puppy dog eyes and I’m weak. “Thanks for driving us, by the way.”
Olive wasn’t going to say no to going to a football game, especially a free one. Not even when I told her it was an away one. She knows Danny plans on stealing me away to go to his childhood home for the rest of break and has made it blatantly obvious how excited she is for me…and my vagina.
One day during lunch at Reavers she’d come right out and said, “Girl, it’s about time he gave you the glow. It doesn’t matter if you won’t tell me the details, it’s obvious that he’s doing you right based on that look in your eyes.”
I’d been too afraid to ask what look that was because I knew she wouldn’t have held back. If seeing the hungry gaze she gives Alex whenever they cross paths is any indication, I’m sure my expression isn’t that different when I pass Danny.
I sent him a text when we got here, knowing the team’s bus arrived hours before. I’d gone to his place for dinner last night because he wanted to spend time together even though he couldn’t spend the night. We sat out on the front porch of his house long after finishing the salad and pasta he and the guys made and talked about his upcoming game. He’d told me he got into football because he thought his dad might finally come around to watch him play. It didn’t, though, which made me sad.