Page 22 of Wreck Me

His hand stroked over my shoulders, down the length of my back, leaving a trail of burning heat in its wake that had me moaning out and bursting with anticipation, my cock already hard as stone again.

“Perfect,” he crooned. “Now open that hungry ass for me.”

Yes! Yes! Yes!

This was gonna be a long night.

When we got like this, in this headspace, it could last for hours on end.

Just what I fucking needed so badly right now.

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~Skylar~

Well, this was a shit-fest.

The design part of my program had been the only thing getting me through all the rest, and now I’d found out over the last few days that it included a collaborative effort, a ton of teamwork, basically. I guess it made sense for the nature of the subject matter and all that.

At the institute, I’d been very fortunate to be given free rein to bring my own vision to life and I’d only had to work with one person—a game programmer, because that part of things wasn’t my forte. And the person I’d been teamed up with, Halle Essen, had been great at understanding my creation and where I was going with things. She’d been the best.

This was not that.

As I made my way down the crowded corridors of students rushing around to their next classes or whatever the fuck, I shoved my hand through my hair, trying to contain my agitation at the whole thing. Nothing had been going to plan since I’d set foot in here at the start of the week.

I hadn’t even been able to determine anything out of the ordinary, or more likely untoward or nefarious about the Thorn brothers, Caleb, and especially not Caspian King. The latter was completely squeaky clean. I’d found what I’d already known about Sebastian and Damien, about their father being killed in a car accident six years ago that had also claimed the lives of their traveling companions, those being Caspian’s parents. I’d also discovered what my mom had alluded to when it came to Caleb. And it had been more brutal that I’d imagined. Seven years ago, he’d lost his older sister, Hayley, to suicide. He’d been fifteen at the time and she’d been twenty-one. She’d been on track to becoming the heiress to their hotel empire and then abruptly, she’d snuffed out her own life. There’d been no details at all as to what had led to that, nothing. Everything on these guys was locked up far too tightly. Even with the power of the program I had at my disposal, I’d basically turned up nothing that could warrant their interest in Onyx, or the fact that they were even aware of that name.

I’d considered reaching out to Jeremy personally and asking him to look into it for me, but it was too much of a risk that he’d alert my dad to the ask. And, jeez, my dad would jump on that, big time, if he found out I was looking into these guys. He’d know something was up, for sure.

Well, the one positive thing in all this pile of crap was that nothing had actually escalated or come of the whole Sebastian and Caleb thing, or those stupid text messages. No more contact had been made. I’d even seen Sebastian sitting in a couple of the classes we shared and he hadn’t even looked my way once. His psychotic older brother hadn’t come near me either.

It was all peaceful.

Too peaceful and you know it.

“Stop it,” I groused to myself.

“Talking to yourself? Interesting,” a voice sounded from right beside my ear suddenly.

Before I could even react, my wrist was snagged and I was jerked out of the corridor and pulled in through the emergency exit stairwell and shoved against it, the impact jarring me and slamming it closed at the same time.

I blinked in the muted light to see those amber eyes and that severe buzz cut right in my face.

“Sebastian,” I breathed.

He smirked, then pushed his weight into me, effectively pinning me against the door with all that hard muscle.

His hand came up, grasping my throat firmly, but not enough to cut off my breathing. “Mmm, I love the way you just uttered my name, all breathy and fucking husky.” He leaned in and breathed me in. “So it is your hair. The jasmine?”

“It’s a special solution for the curls.”

“I like it.”

“Then I’ll switch to one with a scent you don’t like.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

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