Page 43 of Drown Like Heaven
When I finally, came down and stopped spasming on his fingers, the car felt quiet.
Mason kissed me again and I felt my eyelids sliding closed. I was so tired, like all the stress of the past couple weeks was finally catching up to me.
He pulled up my jeans and underwear, zipping and buttoning me up, then kissed my tits a few more times before pulling my bra back down, followed by my sweater. My hair was splayed out on the leather and I rolled over onto my side, tucking my legs up on the seat.
I felt so…good.
Sleepy and limp and sated. It was starting to get dark outside, the sky turning a hazy shade of purple. Oxytocin was soothing my brain, lulling me into the pleasant cloud of the afterglow.
Mason went around the car, started it, then climbed in the backseat with me. He let me lay my head on his lap, his fingers running gently through my hair. My eyelids fluttered shut and I adjusted my position to lay my cheek more comfortably on his thigh.
What am I doing?
It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I think I like this.
Mason’s fingertips skimmed along the edge of my hairline, brushing a few strands off my cheek. His thigh was warm and strong against the side of my face.
Vaguely, I remembered I had homework I needed to do before the end of the week. What I’d learned over my years of Chem E was that I couldn’t put assignments off until the last minute—I literally wouldnotget them done. Sometimes it was evenphysicallyimpossible. Like in my Bioinformatics classlast year; we were building some machine-learning models on python, and it took almost a full hour for my computer to run the final codeone time.
And that didn’t even factor in the time required to identify and fix the errors I’d only learn about after letting my program run to completion.
Not that I was taking any machine-learning classes now, but the point still stood. I just didn’t want to think about schoolwork right now…or ever. I was miserable most of the time, trying my absolute hardest just to make C’s.
Earning a chemical engineering degree with no friends had to be some sort of psychological torture. It sure felt like it.
Mila counted, of course, but she didn’t know anything about what I was learning. It was simply a different world. Sometimes I thought it might’ve been easier if I had a few friends in my major, a few people to complain with, to bounce ideas off of, to study with.
But I didn’t, and it was a little late for that now.
The most interesting part of this whole experience was Dr. Killshaw, and it wasn’t like Iknewhim or anything. He was just incredibly attractive, and reminded me of Mason somehow.
“What are you thinking about?” Mason said in a low voice, the pads of his fingers moving to smooth out the lines between my brows. I didn’t realize my frustration had been showing on my face.
I relaxed my muscles, rubbed my cheek on his pants.
“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m tired.” Saying the word aloud triggered a yawn, heaviness infusing my body. Honestly, I was past tired at this point; I was exhausted. Running myself ragged with work and school and worrying about way too much shit.
One of the things I’d been worrying about was currently lifting the hem of my sweater to scratch my back, which was…nice.
God, when was the last time anyone had touched me like this?
Goosebumps broke out along my skin, making me shiver.
“You gonna fall asleep?”
I shook my head, yawning again, my eyes shut tight and my brain slowing down. My body was melting into the seat. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so relaxed. With my eyes closed, I could pretend it was raining, and I could almost hear the imaginary drops on the roof of the car. Pelting the windows, trapping me in here with this nightmare of a man.
“I hope not,” I murmured against his thigh.
Chapter 13
Dakota
My eyes opened slowly as I tried to figure out where the hell I was. Everything was dark and I was laying on…leather. On the seat of a car. More specifically, thebackseat of a car. A dark-gray Toyota 4Runner belonging to someone I shouldn’t have fallen asleep around.
Shouldn’t have sucked his dick on the beach either, but I couldn’t control that now.
All my memories started rushing back. Him leaning over me, choking me, fingering me, making me feel sogood, making me come. My head on his lap, his fingers running through my hair with a gentleness I never would’ve expected from him.
