Page 33 of Nothing to Fear
I dip my head back down into the book with a smile on my face, flipping through the pages, determined to find out who at Corvus might know the way into the cemetery.
Chapter 13
Asher
Fright Night is in full swing by the time Parker and I walk into Ashcroft Hall. I scan the first-floor room, pretending to look for our group of friends when I’m really hunting for a certain blond, muscular slacker who has been taking up all my mental space lately. I easily find him, and when I do, I almost come on the spot.
He’s standing with his usual group of overgrown asshats, a Solo cup in his hand. His blond hair is slicked back, a swirl pulled down that hangs over his forehead. A crisp white T-shirt hugs his muscular chest and abs, leaving little to the imagination. The leather jacket, tight denim jeans, and black Converse round out his costume. His eyes meet mine, and I can’t help the grin that pulls at my lips.
Kenickie.
Greaser looks good on him.Bastard.
Averting my eyes, I try to think of anything else to control the rapidly hardening length in my pants at the sight of him. Why does he have to be so gorgeous? We haven’t spoken about our mutual masturbation session in my dorm room, but Ihaven’t stopped thinking about it since it happened. I’ve practically jerked my cock raw the past few days with Silas as the star of my own personal porno.
We sat next to each other in both of our Fear and Ink classes and didn’t say a word, just sat silently. Every so often, Silas would bump his knee against mine, a silent little nudge, as if I needed a reminder of his presence.
Finding out that Silas is gay opened my eyes to a lot. Not just that suddenly he’s an option, but the kind of life he’s been living while at Corvus. I’ve only ever seen him with women hanging over him at parties, but I guess I’ve never seen him actually leave with one, and he sure as shit hasn’t dated in the years we’ve been here. I had always wondered, but to have it confirmed?
My heart aches in my chest, and I lift my hand to rub over the spot. He’s been living hidden just to fit in, and the glimpses of vulnerability he’s let slip in front of me; I have a feeling there’s a lot more where that comes from.
Silas is so much more than I thought he was. The way he was teasing me earlier in the archives about did me in. My restraint is hanging on by a thread. I want more of him. I want all of him.
I join a group of our friends in the kitchen, the heat of Silas’ eyes burning a hole in the back of my head as I walk away. Parker nods to me as he hands me a drink. He knows I don’t like alcohol, so I’m sure he’s found a way to pour me a drink that’s all soda or juice, sans the liquid that will kill my ability to focus the next day.
“Thanks,” I say, bringing the cup to my lips, the cool, crisp Coke fizzing on my tongue. I give Parker an appreciative nod, and he just rolls his eyes in return.
“Lost you in the crowd, what happened?”
“Thought I saw someone,” I semi-lie. I don’t need Parker toknow about my little obsession with Silas Blackwood. He hates him, and I know that’s not changing anytime soon. A complication I didn’t think would matter until now. Now, everything has changed. I’ll have to deal with that once I find a way to make Silas mine.
The party picks up, music blaring, base thumping through the speakers, dancing picking up. A hand slips into mine, warm and clammy, yet familiar. Devin pulls me into the crowd, pressing my hips flush against his. We’ve hooked up a few times in the past, and I’m not one to typically turn down a good time, but the moment his body is against mine, it feels all wrong.
I can feel the heat of Silas’ stare locked onto me without needing to meet his eyes. It’s unfair to goad him, knowing he isn’t openly out, but I want to push him, want him to see what he could have if he just took one step at a time in my direction. If he would just hand over the reins to me, I’d make sure he was okay. He deserves to live the life he’s always wanted.
My hand clasps around Devin’s neck possessively, and I grind against him, his hard cock rubbing against the front of my jeans as we sway. I love dancing; it’s such a seductive form of foreplay, and I so badly wish it were Silas’ hands roaming my body right now. Even though I know Devin is a decent lay, it’s not doing a damn thing for me, my dick remaining flaccid even though this could be a sure thing if I wanted it to be.
“Been too long, Asher.”
“Been busy, you looking for something from me?”
His resounding “mmm” is muffled against my neck as his tongue traces up and down the length. I tilt my head to the side to give him easier access when I lift my eyes to meet a set of icy blues across the room. Silas looks pissed. Anger is etched deeply into his skin as a fist clenches at his side, his other hand gripping the Solo cup so tight it’s crunched against his palm.
Is someone jealous?
My cock perks up, steadily hardening behind my jeans as Silas watches us. My eyes roam his perfect, sculpted body, remembering exactly what he looks like under his jeans, how hard his cock gets when he’s turned on, the noises he makes when he comes.
Yeah, that’s doing it for me.
My hand slides around Devin’s body, reaching for his ass and pulling him closer to me, my leg sliding easily between his, goading him to practically dry hump my thigh on the floor.
“Need you,” he slurs as he pushes his dick harder against me, using my body to give himself the friction he needs. Normally, this is the point where I’d pull him into a closet or back to his room, and we’d exchange orgasms.
But the only reason my cock is hard right now is from a certain blond slacker currently shooting me a death glare from across the room and the memory of his thigh rubbing against mine as I came in front of him.
Silas tosses his cup to the ground not a moment later, storming out of the room. My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach, and I release Devin quickly, putting some space between us.
“Sorry, not tonight,” I tell him. He gives me a sexy little pout, but then he’s gone, fluttering off into the crowd like nothing happened at all. My feet are moving before I realize it, only one person on my mind. I like knowing he was jealous, but the last thing I want to do is hurt him. I’m overwhelmed with regret, feeling terrible for how I just behaved. It’s not like me at all. Yeah, I wanted to see his reaction, but at what expense? I was just practically rubbing everything Silas wants and can’t have in his face.
