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“It has everything to do with you. You really don’t see it, do you?” My hips moved faster between her legs. Every time I sank inside her, I died a little.

This woman was doing something to me. Something I may never be able to undo. Maybe she was right. Maybe this was all a mistake. Still, I couldn’t stop.

Being on top of her the way I was, feeling her beneath me, it got in my head. I started to question myself. What the fuck did I think I was doing? Did I really believe I could come here every night, be with her like this, and not have it mean a damn thing?

That wasn’t my style. I rarely slept with a woman more than once, and I sure as hell didn’t think about her like this. Nobody had dominated my thoughts the way Storm did. Nobody made me want to claim them and kill fucking River Harris to make sure she was all mine.

I was playing a dangerous game here. One that I might actually lose.

Needing to break the intimacy that had settled between us, I rolled us over so she was on top. Pushing her up so she sat above me, I reached to fill my hands with her beautiful tits.

Storm paused for a moment, gathering herself before she began to slide up and down my cock. She braced herself with her hands on my chest. Despite the darkness cloaking us, I felt her gaze on me.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Her question was breathy and barely there. Faint enough that I wasn’t entirely sure I’d heard her correctly.

Something in her voice reached deep inside me. To a place no one had ever touched. I caressed her cheek, briefly toying with the idea of me and her. Together.

I didn’t do together. I was a lone wolf. Too closed off and shut down to ever let someone in. It just wasn’t in my nature.

“I have to,” I heard myself say. What the hell was I even talking about?

In a desperate attempt to change the strange mood that had settled over us, I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto my cock while thrusting up inside her. The sudden rough action forced a cry from her. Her pussy clenched tight around me as she quickened her pace. Unable to remain still, I fucked her from beneath. Soon I moved too fast for her to keep up, and all she could do was cling to me while I drove into her over and over.

Storm’s hips jerked as she ground her clit against me, working herself toward another orgasm. I waited to feel the contractions inside her before filling her with my cum. Releasing into her welcoming heat felt so fucking good. It left me reeling, my mind and body struggling to make sense of everything.

Storm collapsed beside me on the bed. She tried to put space between us, so I grabbed her waist, pulling her against me.

“Why do you keep doing this, Rebel?” she demanded. “You’re nothing but an asshole to me during the day on campus, then you come to me at night. If you’re trying to seriously fuck with my head, congratulations, it’s working.”

Despite having had two orgasms, Storm’s voice shook with barely restrained rage. I shouldn’t have given a shit. I didn’t want to care. Taking things this far had never been my plan. Once she punched me in the face and moved in next door the following damn day, what happened next had been out of my hands.

I sucked in a deep breath, holding it as long as possible before letting it out. “I’m not trying to fuck with your head. I guess I have a way of doing that though. I’m not going to try to explain myself because I can’t. You’re right. I’m nothing but an asshole. As for why I keep doing it, I don’t know. There’s something about you. I can’t stay away.”

“Why though? Why me? I don’t understand what I did to deserve this.” Even though she didn’t fight me off, her entire body stiffened with resistance.

I stared into the darkness. How did I answer questions that I myself had? “I wish I knew. I wanted you the moment I saw you. Being here with you now, it’s comfortable. I can honestly say that I don’t remember the last time anyone made me feel comfortable.”

The longer she stayed quiet the more I wished I hadn’t said that. No doubt she was going to think I was more of a mental case than she already did. Maybe I was.

She gradually relaxed against me, rolling over to put her head on my chest. Trailing a fingertip along my arm, she said, “I don’t want to play games anymore. If you want to take this further and really get to know one another, then I’m willing to give you a chance. But if tomorrow comes and you go right back to being a supreme dick, then I don’t ever want you to come here again.”

In that moment, I was willing to promise her anything. Because I knew better, I kept my damn mouth shut and didn’t say a word. Instead, I wrapped an arm around her and pressed my lips to her hair.

She didn’t try to push the conversation further, and neither did I. We lay there in the dark, holding onto one another until morning came and the daylight chased me from her bed.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

STORM

When my alarm went off and Rebel was gone, I almost wondered if I had dreamt the entire thing. The fresh soreness between my legs confirmed that it had been real. But I knew that.

I’d started to get him to open up. At least, I thought I was getting somewhere with him. He seemed to understand that he was being completely unreasonable. Having him tell me that he found comfort in my presence was bittersweet. It meant nothing if he continued to let his own inner demons turn him into a stone-cold prick.

Rebel seemed to have a problem opening up and sharing his true feelings. I suspected he didn’t even understand his true feelings. Maybe he was afraid of being vulnerable. I understood the risk that came with letting someone in. Every time he came to me and I let him stay, I put myself at risk.

I’d meant what I said when I told him that there could be no more of this push and pull between us. The choice was Rebel’s. I wouldn’t allow myself to keep being his victim.

Tugging on a pair of comfy sweats and a cute top, I tied my hair in a braid and did my makeup. As I pulled into the parking lot at school and spotted River, I remembered that he’d asked me out and I’d kind of said yes. Shit. I would have to find a way to let him down gently. Although if Rebel was right that River was using me to start shit, he probably wouldn’t take it so hard.

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