Page 50 of Demon of Dreams

Wasn’tthatthe truth. Though, to be fair to Sean, he had no idea that Noah had other reasons to think I was pathetic. But I suspected that even if I’d never met Noah before today, the man would still be disgusted with me.

“He was probably just going hard on you because he wants to make you stronger or something,” I offered. “That whole tough-but-fair thing.”

Sean took another step forward, and I was reminded—just in case I’d forgotten in the past five minutes—just how much bigger Sean was than I was. Not quite as tall as Noah, or quite as broad-shouldered, but more than enough to do damage.

Which reallywasunfortunate, because now I was thinking about just how big he was, and how cruelly attractive. This close, I could smell Sean’s sweat, and eventhatwas unfairly appetizing.

My cock stirred as my eyes darted from Sean’s face to the damp spot on his gray T-shirt where it pressed against his chest. My eyes began to drift lower before I jerked them back up again.

“I swear, I wasn’t trying to do anything. All I wanted was to get out of class. I’ve never been athletic. I was sure I was going to make an ass out of myself, and hey, I did. I doubt anyone was even paying attention to you. They were probably too busy laughing at me.”

“And you expect me to believe that?” Sean took another step, which, given the size of the bathroom, brought him right in front of me—a fact my cock did not fail to notice. I was getting harder by the second. “That you don’t have it in for me?”

“Why would I have it in for you? I just met you like, four hours ago. I don’t even know you.”

“But your little friends do. That’s more than enough time for them to fill your mind with stories about how horrible and untrustworthy I am.”

I didn’t really need them to,I thought,since your own behavior made that clear. But that didn’t seem like a smart thing to say out loud.

Sean pressed me back against the sink. With him this close, it was hard to think straight. My mind wanted to protest, to tell him what a jerk he’d been since I met him, but my body just wanted more of him. Which wasfucked up.

My breath was coming in fast little pants now, and I closed my eyes, trying to will the image of me sucking Sean’s cock out of my mind. But that just fixed it in place, and I couldn’t help thinking how similar I would look to that guy Noah had been with at the Balsam Inn, andthatjust made me think about Noah barging in on us here, and actually, maybe closing my eyes was a bad idea.

I opened them again to find Sean peering down at me. Some of the hostility had gone out of his face, but he was still standing just as close, his body only inches away.

I swallowed. “They didn’t tell me anything. You never even came up. Really, I wasn’t trying to do anything to you. I was just trying to get through class with some shred of my dignity intact.”

His eyes pored over my face and then—oh God, no—they went lower, trailing down my chest to my stomach, and lower still. I glanced down. My cock was pressing hard against my pants, desperate for attention.

Finally, Sean’s eyes flicked back to mine.

“Your dignity, huh?”

“I, um—that is, I didn’t—” I stuttered, utterly mortified.

I didn’t even know if Sean liked guys. Hell, I didn’t even know ifIliked guys. I mean, yeah, okay, I had some evidence that I did, but still—I definitely didn’t like assholes who threatened to kill me and then practically carried that threat out a few hours later.

Except, judging by the way my cock throbbed, maybe I had some evidence for that too.

The outermost corner of Sean’s lip curled, just a hint of that arrogant smile returning. “You sure there’s nothing you wanted to do to me?”

His voice was deeper. Less angry, but no less confident. I supposed that answered the question of Sean’s sexuality—at least enough for the present moment. But I didn’t want there tobea present moment. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to walk away and talk to Sean as little as possible for the rest of my life.

“I—I don’t—”

My throat was suddenly dry. I licked my lips. It would be easier if he weren’t quite so close. Easier if my hands weren’t twitching, desperate to touch his chest, to claw at his shirt, to tear it off and run my tongue across his skin.

“Or maybe there’s something you want me to do to you.”

Sean ran a finger down my torso, stopping just short of my pants. My whole body trembled—but I wished he hadn’t stopped.

“I’m not—I don’t want—” I tried to choke the words out, but I couldn’t complete the sentence. It was right there on my tongue, but my brain—or some other part of me—wouldn’t let me say it.

“Don’t want what?”

My mouth closed, opened, and closed again. His smile grew.

“Are you sure there’s nothing?”

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