Page 26 of Personal Foul
“And I’ve seen you for a while. Way before that night. Watching you work, in those fucking knee-high socks with your hair up like you always have it. Watching you put all those assholes in their place and running it like you own it… It’s fucking sexy as hell. I go home and fantasize about what it would be like if you ever told me you wanted me again. All the ways I could make you come.”
She leans back and twists the corner of her pillow in her fist, her head tilts back, her teeth biting down hard on her lip. I give her more pressure with the vibrator and kiss my way up her neck until I reach her ear.
“I need you to come for me again. I need to hear it. I’m addicted to the sound of you, Princess.”
Another soft moan escapes her lips, and I swallow it up as I kiss her, her hips rocking against my hand and the vibrator as she comes hard against it. I can feel the heat of her against my knuckles and fuck if it isn’t a form of torture that I can’t touch her.
As she rides out the last of it, I flick the vibrator off and set it back on her nightstand. I kiss the side of her jaw one last time.
“I’ll let you get some sleep,” I say quietly as I get up off the bed.
“Where are you going?” It’s soft and it doesn’t sound like her when she speaks. A breathiness and a want to her voice that I didn’t think I would ever hear from her.
“Home… to take a shower,” I say pointedly as I grab the door.
Her eyes rake over me, and she starts twice before she finally speaks. “Thank you.”
I smile because I can’t help it. “Goodnight, Princess.”
TWELVE
Wren
Kenz,Liv, and I all pack up our laptops and books at the library. We’d been studying and doing research for a couple of hours, trying to keep each other accountable and get caught up. Liv’s phone lights with a text and she grins.
“The guys want to know if we want to go get dinner with them,” she explains.
She looks up to see our reaction, and I sigh a little internally. I’d been hoping to go out to dinner with them to chat and catch up post study session. The conversation was much less interesting with the guys around.
“I’m down.” Kenz smiles.
“If you don’t mind the fifth wheel,” I say quietly, tucking my laptop in my bag. Liv nods and texts Liam back before she finishes cleaning up her area.
“Hey. You’re not the fifth wheel. You’re the main wheel. If anything Waylon’s the fifth wheel.” She gives me a sincere look.
I smile back at her because I know they genuinely care, and it’s not their fault they’re all happily paired up. They’d tried to get me to date. Offered to hook me up with guys they knew, many times, and I’d always said no. I don’t have time to date. I have the bar. I have school. That’s all the hours in the day minus sleep. And I needed my sleep.
Liv looks at her phone when it lights up again.
“Liam says to warn Wren that Easton is coming too.”
I don’t like the way my stomach does a little flip at his name. The way flashbacks of him and me invade my senses.
“It’s fine.” I shrug, trying to be nonchalant.
“He’s coming around a lot lately…” Kenz flashes me a look.
“Unfortunate by-product of being stuck on this project together.”
“Is that all it is?” Liv tucks her phone in her jacket pocket as we start to walk out.
“What else would it be? Westfield charm doesn’t work on me.”
I haven’t told them anything, and I don’t intend to. They don’t need to know that I have those kinds of lapses in judgment. They rely on me to be the sensible one.
“I mean it wasn’t Waylon’s charm that worked on me.” Kenz raises a brow at me.
“Waylon is a sweet guy with lots of positive qualities who you just happened to like arguing with. Easton has zero positive qualities, and all we do is argue.”
