Page 38 of Beyond the Bright Lights

This time, I give him a shit-eating grin. “We’re late. Let’s go.”

Chapter 10 - Lana

I lock up my apartment and walk down the stairs, waving to Bruno standing next to the waiting ride. Once inside and buckled up, we head down Main Street toward the school. I avoid Mylan’s burning stare. I don’t want to see his smug smile. I don’t want to see that flawless face full of victory because I finally let myself give in to that undeniable attraction between the two of us.

I don’t regret it.

The opposite. I needed the release. I’ve been needing the release. It was inevitable from the moment we met that Mylan was going to be the one to give it to me. It was better than I imagined and all he did was use his fingers.

Imagine what his cock could do?

Orgasms don’t come easy for me. Not from a man’s finger or tongue and especially not from a dick. Usually, I fake it to get sex over with. Men have tried to stimulate me, and while it feels good, it’s never enough. They never seem to hit the right spot.

Mylan knows what he’s doing, and I’m not sure if I hate it or love it.

“You’re mad?” Mylan asks, though it wasn’t a question.

“I’m not mad.”

“You look mad.”

I suppose I do. I have my arms crossed, staring out the window as we drive to the school, which is on the other side of town. Not a long drive, but enough that we’re forced to have a conversation after I let him . . .

I sigh but don’t answer.

“Are you mad because I made you come or because you let me?

I dart my eyes to the front where Bruno and the driver are speaking. They don’t pause indicating they heard Mylan blurt out something so private.

Finally, I allow myself to look at him. “I’m not mad, Mylan.” I force a smile, but he doesn’t buy it. He purses his lips. “I’m just . . . I’m trying not to feel guilty.”

“For what we did?”

“For giving in to you after four days.”

“You think that’s a bad thing?”

“I don’t know.”

He doesn’t say anything, waiting for me to continue.

“Tyler . . .”

He closes his eyes, letting a long stream of air flow through his nose. He’s not angry, he’s . . . understanding.

“Do you think what we did is disrespectful to Tyler?”

I disappear into my shoulders. “Maybe?”

“And what about all the other men you’ve been with since Tyler? Before me? Did you feel like you were disrespecting Tyler then?”

I open my mouth, but no words come out. I have no answer for him. I snap my mouth shut.

“It’s because we’re working together on me becoming him.”

I grimace.

Mylan reaches out and takes my hand, squeezing once. “Then we won’t do that again. Not until you’re ready.”

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