Page 55 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
“Friends? Not really,” Spencer replies with a bored tone. He’s looking everywhere but at me.
Message received. Loud and clear. Fuck. It stings like a motherfucker.
“Okay, then.” She frowns, but then looks at me all happy again. “Let’s dance, TJ.”
Allison is fun, always cheery, easy to talk to. She’s a member of the sorority house near mine, so we see each other often. We’ve never hooked up, but we made out a bit when I was really drunk one night sophomore year.
I smile, ready to follow her, when Spencer grabs my hand. I frown at him, but he sends me a severe look and then tells Allison, “Need to talk to TJ for a moment.”
I see Allison’s disappointed face as I let him drag me out of the kitchen.
His hand holds mine as we zigzag among people. He has very long, strong fingers. They wrap my hand up completely. I like his warm skin against mine, the demanding way he’s leading me where I need to go. That doesn’t make me forget what a douchebag he's been to me, though.
We walk outside the house. Until he finds a deserted spot, and in the next second, I’m pinned to the wall. I’m taller than him and bigger, and after how he treated me, I should tell him to fucking stop. But feeling his nearness, having his full attention makes my heart run and my mouth salivate. My blood pounds inside my ears almost in sync with the music floating from inside the house.
I can see our warm breaths creating little clouds between us, fighting for space, fusing together and then disappearing.
“It’s cold, you should wear a jacket.” I lift a hand toward his sheer shirt, but he grabs my wrist and presses it against the wall. I search his face for a reason but find only a grave expression.
Is he angry at me? What for? He’s the one being a jerk.
He squeezes my wrist, the grip shy of pain. “What the hell?” I hiss, because this is bullshit.
His lips tighten, eyes flickering between mine like he’s looking for something.
Ten more seconds of heavy silence, and I’m done. “Don’t know what’s wrong with you tonight, but you have to stop.”
I hear my notebook dropping on the ground before he growls, “No.” He presses his whole body against me. My cock bursts to life, standing at attention when it grazes against his. That bit of light friction brings stars to my eyes, and I groan, letting my head fall against the wall.
“Did you want Allison doing this to you?” he whispers darkly, sliding his hand inside my jeans to grab my dick through my boxer briefs. Fuuuck, his long fingers feel so damn good.
“Answer me, TJ,” he demands, with his hot breath on my neck, tightening his hand around my dick.
Fuck, is he jealous? “N-no,” I moan.
“I saw the way she looked at you. Did you fuck her?”
Anger suddenly rises in my chest. “Like you fucked that guy?”
I feel his smirk against my skin as he replies, “Never fucked him.”
“I still didn't fucking like it!” I growl.
“What?” He licks my neck and sucks—hard. His tongue feels so hot in contrast with the low temperature. The hand not pinned on the wall lifts and slides under his shirt, finding the cool, smooth skin of his back. I’m finally touching him and he shivers under my exploration.
“What?” he repeats, almost moaning, and I realize I didn’t give him an answer.
“I didn’t like the way you were with him, all flirty and shit.” The memory makes me see red.
“What are you saying?” The soft feel of his lips on my neck and his hand working slowly on my dick replace my anger with pure, undiluted lust.
But I need to clear things up with him before I lose myself to the pleasure. So I jerk my hand from his grip and grab his hair, tilting his head back until I’m able to look down at his eyes. “I want to do this with you, but I don’t like to share it.”
“And when you say‘it,’ you mean me?” He lifts a questioning brow.
“Have a problem with that?” I almost curl my lips over my teeth. I feel fucking feral.
He smiles. “With exclusivity? No—while it lasts. I have a part-time job and classes to go to. No time for much else. This is actually a nice arrangement for me.”Fucking finally.
