Page 6 of Wicked Scorn
“Fuck it,” I growl under my breath, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs, taking my underwear with them until they catch at my knees. I can’t be bothered to take them all the way off. I’m too desperate to fucking come.
Gripping myself tightly, I let the images my mind conjures up consume me, her soft moans filling the air as I bring her to the edge again and again. The thought of her surrendering to me, giving herself over to me, pushes me closer to the brink.
Fuck, I’m so goddamn hard as I stroke myself over and over. If I go any harder, I’m liable to cut off the blood flow or chafe my shaft. Chasing the images of making her come and watching my cum drip out of her spurns me on. I don’t fuck raw, but the thought of it being her, of finally indulgingmyself in the one kink I’ve never felt comfortable doing with anyone else has my cock leaking. I lean back against the cool wall, my legs barely able to hold me up as my pleasure heightens. I always knew she made me fucking weak. The proof is here, smacking me in the face. But fuck if being weak for her isn’t one of the greatest things in this life.
My breathing becomes ragged, my heart pounding in my chest as I imagine burying myself deep inside her, claiming her as my own. I feel a guttural groan working its way up and out just as I reach my climax, releasing spurts of cum across my hand and watching as they drop to the bathroom floor.
Closing my eyes and leaving my head back, I can almost picture her on her knees before me, licking the sticky evidence of how much I want her from the tip of my dick.
“Fuck.” It’s a curse and a prayer, and I don’t know which one is more blasphemous. Pushing back off the wall, I brace myself against the sink, gripping the granite wondering how the fuck I got to this point, looking into the mirror but not recognizing the man staring back. He’s got my face, my green eyes, but there’s a wildness that wasn’t there before Oakley walked back into my life.
“Get it together, Jere,” the whisper is harsh, a command I’m not sure I can obey. But I have to.
Tomorrow, I’ll deal with this shit.
But tonight, I’m just Jeremiah. And she’s just Oakley. And for a few hours more, that’s enough.
Tucking myself back into my jeans, I wash my hands and splash water on my face, trying to center myself before walking back into my room.
“God damn,” I mutter, raking a hand through my hair as I take a seat beside her, kicking my boots off. My pulse still races, and I can feel it against my ribs. I’ve beenin fights, stared down linebackers twice my size, but nothing gets my blood pumping like the challenge I see in her even when she’s unconscious.
I lean back, propping an arm behind my head, and just fucking watch her for a moment. Her chest rises and falls with soft, even breaths.
“Never been simple with us, has it, bunny?” I whisper, allowing the nickname to slip out. A reminder of a past that’s both a balm and a blade to my heart. My fingers itch to trace the curve of her cheek, to tangle in the golden waves of her hair, but I hold back. Can’t touch her—not now.
I’m acutely aware of the weight of my decision to bring her here. She’s here, in my space, breathing the same air, and that’s got to count for something—even if it’s just the prelude to the shit storm that’s coming this way.
“Tomorrow’s going to be a bitch,” I say to the silence, my voice a raspy confession in the night. There are questions that need answers, and despite everything, a small part of me can’t help but feel…content.
Chapter 2
Jeremiah
I’ve tossed and turned for the last two hours, desperate for sleep to claim me, but my mind won’t turn off. I’m not going to sugarcoat it; I can’t stay here right now and do nothing. I planned on handling it tomorrow, but fuck that. Because when you fuck with what’s mine, patience leaves the fucking building. My money is on the fucking frat boy, considering he was circling and sniffing around my girl like a dog.
I scroll the frat social pages on the campus website until I come across the same letters that were sprawled across that dude’s chest. Zooming in on the dumb little fucking portraits they take, I find him.
Brock Matthewson. Senior and a ‘business major’. No need to tell me that daddy Matthewson coddles you and probably is worse than you in his behavior.
Switching apps, I jab at the screen, my thumb hammering down hard enough I keep fucking missing the right letters. The phone lights up with my tech wizard little cousin Ramsey’s contact, and I curse loudly.
The phone rings, once, twice, mocking me, “Come on, come on…”
“Jeremiah?” His tone is groggy. Probably just woke him up. Why the fuck is he asleep so early on a weekend, anyway?
“Rams, listen up,” I cut in, no time for pleasantries. “I need you at the house. Now. And I need you to track where Brock Matthewson is. He was at the party tonight, but if he left, I want to know.”
“What’s going on?” He’s alert now, his tone sharpening. Having a hacker in the family comes in handy sometimes.
“Just get your ass over here and get me his location,” I snap. “It’s urgent. Oakley’s involved, and I need you to do this for me.” I hang up before he can ask any more questions. No point wasting time explaining the mess right now. He can get the cliff notes version from me later.
My cousin bursts through the front door just as I reach the bottom of the stairs. He looks half-awake, but his bag is slung over one shoulder, no doubt filled with a variety of tech shit. “What the hell is going on?”
“I’ve gotta go handle something and I need you to stay here and just keep an ear out for Oak,” I grit out. “But you’re not to go near her unless you hear her retching or fucking screaming.”
“Alright,” Ramsey nods, throwing his hands up. “I like my balls right where they are and so do the puck bunnies, so I won’t go near your little librarian. I sent that fuckhead’s location to your phone. You’re welcome, by the way.”
Rolling my eyes, I leave the house and head straight for my bike. The engine roars to life under my hands. The scent of gasoline fills the air, sharp and acrid, mixing with the faint smell of pine from the woods nearby.
