Page 24 of Seven Lost Summers
But the second she pulled his cock out I noticed the shift. His whole body locked up. Not in a good way. Not the tension that comes from being turned on. This was something fucking else.
His jaw clenched. Eyes shut tight. His breathing turned ragged.
When her lips wrapped around him, the whole thing didn’t look like pleasure. More like he was fighting to survive the moment… his mind had already slipped somewhere dark.
And fuck, I knew exactly where he went.
I told her to stop because whatever the hell was going on in his head, the moment wasn’t about pleasure. It was pain.
And I should’ve fucking known better.
That’s why this Bianca chick’s fucking different. There’s something about her that’s got him chasing someone for once, instead of standing in the shadows while the world moves on.
I’ve always thought Quinn was beautiful. Anyone with eyes would. But she’s never given me the time of day and I got used to that. Brushed it off. Moved on.
But this new girl… Bianca?
She’s something else entirely. It’s not only that I want to fuck her. It’s deeper than that, messier. What gets me is the way she exists. She doesn’t give a shit if anyone notices her, but you can’t tear your eyes away.
She’s the kind of beautiful that fucks with your head. Makes every other girl blur out, every name vanish, every cheap fuck seem even more meaningless than before.
I stood frozen like a fucking idiot, staring at her. Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All I caught was her and the way she held that guitar, the way her fingers moved as though they carried every intention of the damage they were about to do.
She started to play and the sound wasn’t only music. It was a fucking takeover.
I followed her into that room only because of Theo. I caught the expression in his eyes when he spotted her—the kind that strips a guy down to his bones. She had him. Completely.
So yeah, I went after her.
Told myself it was nothing more than curiosity. Only an attempt to figure out what the fuck had him hooked.
I head toward the back of the school where Theo always sits behind the gardener’s shed smoking and hiding from the world. Before I can reach the spot, three girls cut me off. Two of them I’ve fucked before. Easy lays with nothing but lip gloss and fake moans. Serena’s front and center, always the boldest. Her shirt’s unbuttoned enough to give a peek at what she thinks will get her what she wants.
“Hey, Nate,” she purrs, voice dripping in that breathy way she uses when she’s trying to score another round.
She licks her lips, eyes dropping to my belt, and I can already tell exactly what she’s offering. I should be all over the offer—used to be. Hell, I’ve had my dick in her mouth behind the gym more times than I can count.
I open my mouth ready to toss out one of my usual lines, something filthy and easy, but the words die in my throat.
Serena steps in closer, resting her hand on my chest. “What, you forget how to speak?”
I peel her hand off me slowly. “Nah. Saving my breath for someone who doesn’t moan on autopilot.”
She reels back a little, blinking. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
I lean in, voice low. “Dead fucking serious. Go practice your gag reflex on someone who still gives a shit.”
The two girls behind her shift uncomfortably. Serena’s mouth opens like she wants to argue, but I’m already done. I brush past her, not bothering to glance back.
That’s when I catch sight of them.
Across the quad, Quinn and Bianca head toward one of the bench seats. Quinn’s got her usual don’t-fuck-with-me stride, sunglasses shoved on her head. Bianca moves as if she’s got nothing to prove, only that calm confidence.
She doesn’t realize the effect she has, the way she shifts the air when she walks.
Yeah, I’m already fucked. Already pulled in.
Theo’s voice from last night won’t shut the hell up in my head.
