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My cock throbs in need, but instead of gripping myself, I sit up on my elbows and reach for him, stroking him root to tip. Shadows dance across the room before a loud clap of thunder shakes the very foundation of Harrow House. We both freeze, and then we’re shrouded in complete darkness.
Instead of stopping, instead of doing any of the things weshould, my masked stranger pulls free from my body. There’s a rustling sound and movement before he’s notching the thick head of his shaft at my hole.
In one torturously slow thrust, he’s filling me. We groan in unison as our connection is complete, my body filled with his, a feeling of rightness washing over me, and I know in this moment, I don’t know how I’ll ever give this up once it’s over.
Chapter 9
Asher
Unable to get Silas out of my head, I walked back over to Harrow House at two in the morning, staying hidden against the shadows of a large oak tree. I watched the second-floor windows like a hawk, stalking and wishing for just a glimpse of him. There’s no doubt he was long asleep by then, but that didn’t stop me from standing there until the sun started to rise, bright orange stripes of color cutting through the thick morning fog. I walked back to my room, exhausted but feeling more awake than ever before.
I should have been studying.
I should have been reading for my assignments.
I should have been focusing on everything important.
But instead, my focus was on a pretty blond slacker that I can’t shake from my thoughts. I didn’t expect him to defend me in front of his teammates, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sting that he didn’t. I don’t understand how anyone can put up with that kind of bullshit.
I fall into bed just as my phone starts to chime. I smile, grabbing it off my end table and swiping open my sister’s chat.
Allie: I miss you
Me: Why are you awake?
Allie: Cause I’m going to Salem today with some friends
Me: I forgot it takes you a gazillion hours to put yourself together
Allie: Not everyone can roll out of bed looking like a god
Me: You think I’m a god?
My phone ringsa moment later with an incoming video call.
“Thought you had to get ready?”
“You’re gonna talk to me while I curl my hair. Now fill me in on what’s been goin’ on with you. It’s wicked boring here without you.”
My thoughts immediately go to Silas and how much time I’ve been spending with him lately, how I need to figure out how to get closer to him, to breach this gorge between us.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Back the frick up. What was that goofy frickin’ face you just had! Did you meet someone?”
“What are you goin’ on about? I didn’t have a face!”
“Oh, you so had a face! Who is it? Tell me about him!”
I bite my lip for a split second before deciding to spill everything to Allie. I can’t talk to Parker about it since he holds so much hate toward Silas, and my sister has no stake in the game either way.
“There’s someone. But I don’t even know if he’s gay. I’ve got my suspicions that he is, and half his problem is that he’s in the closet. But Al, he’s treated me like shit for years, and I’venever understood why. I can see this war he’s fighting behind his eyes, like he’s lost, and everything in me, everything around me, is like a neon light flashing above his head that I’m supposed to help him.”
“Aw! Ashy! That’s so sad! Does he like you? Or is he still an ass when you’re together?”
“I’m tutoring him, and we’ve started to spend a lot of time together, and he’s mostly so different when it’s just the two of us. But if I say or do the wrong thing, he immediately reverts right back to dickhead mode and bolts. I think it’s a defense mechanism. I don’t know what to do to get through to him.”
“Have you tried just talking to him about it? Putting it all on the line?”
