Page 12 of Summoned

Except as soon as I sit on Sam’s bed, the door opens and Jeremiah strolls in with a box of pizza in one hand and a six-pack of beers in the other. I smirk as I look at him, my eyes trailing his muscular form from his head down to hisOn Cloud’s. He doesn’t even look at me as the door shuts behind him. Instead, he places the pizza on the desk and goes into the bathroom, slamming the door.

Maybe he didn’t expect me to behomeright now, and that’s why he’s freaking out. The real question is, do I want to make him feel better? I guess there’s a couple of ways I could go about this. Number one, I could leave right now to make him more comfortable. Come back after he’s fallen asleep to avoid conversation. Number two, I could make him feel at ease by not bringing last night up entirely. Or number three, my personal favorite. Bring it up and watch him squirm.

I stand up in front of the bed just as Jeremiah opens the bathroom door and walks out slowly, heading toward the desk in the corner of the room. He doesn’t look at me once, and it makes me smile. He’s probably still having a mental breakdown about last night, and Ireallywant to push his buttons. I want to freak him out just a little more.

“Hey, baby,” I murmur, and he stiffens, not turning around.

I narrow my eyes at him in irritation, not liking that he’s ignoring me, and make the lights turn off. He gasps, his hands landing on the pizza box, and begins to breathe hard. His chest heaves as the lights come back on, and he finally turns to face me with a stunned expression. His hands shake violently at his sides, and his teeth begin to chatter.

“What was that?”

“Power probably went out.” I shrug, knowing damn well I’ll do just about anything to fuck with him now. I show him my black eyes, and he swallows hard, then let them go back to normal. He looks like he’s seen a ghost, but then shakes his head rapidly, like he thinks he just imagined the whole thing. “Where have you been?”

“Where haveIbeen?” he snaps, and I raise an eyebrow. “How about you?You’rethe one who wasn’t here this morning.”

“I thought I’d let you process it alone.” I shrug.

“Fuck that shit,” Jer growls. “How about you fucked me—roughly, by the way—and then left me?”

“Oh, so we’re going to talk about what happened?” I smirk.

“That’s what I’m doing right now, yes.” He nods once, looking irritated. His deep green eyes shine like emeralds, and his full lips purse. “I’ve never been with a guy before.”

My smirk turns into a wide grin. “I know.”

“You do?” Jeremiah rears back as if I’ve slapped him, and I chuckle. “How the fuck would you know?”

“It was pretty obvious.” I shrug. “I liked it though.”

“I kinda…” He trails off, and I listen intently, staring straight into his eyes.

Walking away from the side of the bed, I close the distance between us, stopping when our shoes meet. I grab the back of his neck and haul him toward me, pressing our foreheads together, inhaling him deeply. “You kind of what?”

“Wanna try it again,” he whispers.

“Do you, now?” I brush my lips against his in a soft caress, and this time his hands come up to cup my face. They’re warm and calloused—manly. I fucking love it. He presses his lips chastely to mine, and I close my eyes. I rarely allow myself to get lost in passion like this, and it will probably come back to bite me in the ass. It’s not like me. I don’t do this. “When?”

“Yes,” he breathes against my lips. “I want to try it again now.”

With my hand at the back of his neck, I tilt his face up toward me and shove my tongue in his mouth, tasting peppermint. Our tongues tangle together, battling, warring, clashing in an attempt to dominate. He meets me halfway, letting go of my face to grab my ass instead with both hands, and grinds his hard cock against mine. The friction is enough to have a groan elicited from deep within my chest, and I bite his lip as I pull away.

“So come with me.” I tell him. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

And goddamn, do I want to.

Things with Kaelin are weird. One moment he’s absent, leaving me to wake up on my own, and the next he’s all over me. Telling me he wants me. Telling me to let him take care of me, to let him show me how good he can make me feel. It’s giving me whiplash, but I can’t deny that I do want him to show me all of those things. If only so I could finally decide if I’m into him or if it was just a fluke—a decision made solely because of the alcohol coursing through my veins. I remember his eyes turning completely black on me though, a shadow cast behind his body as he fucked me, but I can’t tell if it was the alcohol or just my paranoia.

The cold breeze shifts my hair as I open the car door and step out of it, just to have Kaelin coming around to meet me. We’re parked at a cemetery, which is definitely not what I had in mind when I asked him to fuck me again. I don’t understand what we’re doing here, but if the smirk on his lips is any indication, it can’t be good.

“What—” I gulp. “Why are we here?”

“You said you wanted to try it again.” Kaelin shrugs, grabbing onto the door before I can close it. I frown, looking at his hand. “And now I want to show you how Ireallylike to play.”

A shiver runs down my spine, fear wrapping around my bones until my hands shake. “What is this place?” I whisper, as if my low voice could calm the erratic beating of my heart. I can barely hear myself speak, let alone soothe myself.

“A graveyard.”

“I can see that,” I reply, looking around the empty parking lot. We’re the only ones here—of course we are. It’s midnight. The graveyard is huge, headstones scattered over a large space that looks never ending. There’s a trail to my right that leads into the woods, and it looks creepy as fuck in there. All I know is that I want to go back to the dorms, where I’m safe and sound. I narrow my eyes on him, but he just smirks at me, and a shiver runs down my spine, uneasiness flowing through my veins. “What are we doingherethough, out of all places?”

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