Chapter 20
1 blinked at him, dazed.
He ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight, then, without a word, he turned and walked toward one of the closed doors.
I stared after him, confused
“What-” I started, but the door shut behind him before I could finish.
I sat there for a second, catching my breath, trying to piece together what the hell had just happened,
Then I heard it.
A sharp inhale. The quiet thud of something, his back maybe, hitting the other side of the door. And then a sound that made my stomach flip.
A low, rough groan. Then an equally rough moan.
My mouth parted. Heat, still lingering from my own high, curled low in my stomach. My thighs pressed together instinctively, and I had to take a second to breathe.
Why hadn’t he let me return the favor?
I would have. Gladly. My mouth watered just thinking about it.
I swallowed, heart hammering.
The sounds continued…soft but not restrained. He wasn’t trying to keep quiet. Wasn’t trying to fight it.
God.
I forced myself to look away, forced myself to focus on anything but just used me instead.
It felt like forever before the door finally opened again.
fact that Adam Crest was getting himself off just a few feet away when he could’ve
When he stepped out, his shirt was slightly rumpled, his hair even more of a mess than before. But his expression, his expression was unreadable, controlled. He looked more composed now, but I wasn’t fooled.
I knew better.
He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck, then met my gaze. I lifted a brow, waiting. Expecting an explanation.
Nose came. He realized I was exactly how he’d left me, and I saw his eyes darken again, But he looked away instantly, drawing in a sharp breath. He ran his hand over his face, then simply said-
Get dressed, let’s go.”
That was it.
Like nothing had just happened.
Like I wasn’t sitting there still feeling the ghost of his touch, still wondering why the hell he’d walked away when I was right fucking there. It shouldn’t have pissed me off that much, but God! It really did! I stood slowly, picking up my clothes and putting them on, never breaking eye contact. “That’s it?”
His jaw ticked, “Yeah
narrowed my gape before dropping it to his couch, he was no longer hard (sadly), but I was confident in my ability to fix that right up
“You don’t want me to-”
“No!” His voice was immediate.
I zipped my jeans, letting my gaze fall to the floor. “Why?”
His durout bobbed. His gaze flicked to my mouth, then back to my eyes. He exhaled, like he was debating whether or not to say something, then just shook
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his brad.
“Not like this,”
in his to
Not like this. How helpful, that cleared it all up. Something in his tone made my stomach flip for reasons unknown to me. I stood there for a second, watching him, trying to make sense of this, of us, of whatever the hell this was. But I couldn’t think straight, I did, however know that it was a mistake.
Had it felt good in the moment? Fucking yes! But this couldn’t go anywhere, I’d just turn into one of these cliche girls who fucked their step brother…not to mention the chaos that would erupt if anyone knew. This was a one time thing. I told myself. He’d caught me at a vulnerable time and helped me get the edge off. But it wasn’t going to happen again.
Yap, I definitely believed that.
