Page 14 of Tell Me You Like It

His thumb brushes over my swollen clit through my panties, andmy God, I stand up on my tippy-toes inside my heels. A jolt of electricity zips through me, and it takes every ounce of control in my body not to moan. I clench my teeth to prevent the sound from escaping past my lips.

I’m not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much he affects me, but something tells me it’s too late for that. He can feel how wet and ready I am for him.

Abruptly, his hand drops away from my hot center, and he takes a step back. I sag against the wall, both relieved and frustrated by the reprieve. My body is all revved up now, and I resist the urge to reach out and pull him back. A quick fuck wouldn’t hurt, right?

I don’t know if it’s pride, or what, but I manage to keep myself from begging. Just barely though. It’s been a whilesince I’ve even beentouchedby a guy—and this one might be an asshole, but he’s hot as fuck, and knows his way around my clit already.

With one final glance, his gaze rakes down my body, then back up again, landing on my face. It’s a possessive look, and damn, but I pray he decides to finish what he just started.

He doesn’t, and that frenzied desperation I feel is slowly replaced by anger. This is all just a game to him. Getting me all hot and bothered, just to prove he can. And the worst part is—I played right into his hands.Literally.

I lift my chin as he walks away, and I can’t help but drop my gaze to his ass. It’s hidden within the folds of the robe, but I wonder how firm it is, and how the globes would feel in the palms of my hands.

“Lux, you are so pathetic,” I whisper to myself. “No different than all the other girls who are after him.”

But now I know his game, and I resolve not to fall for it again. If I have to grab some random guy off campus, just to get off, then I will. As long as it’snotRoman Rush.

As soon as he’s gone, I unlock my phone and text Bree.

Hey. Let’s go. This is too much. I’m noping out.

I wait for a few minutes, and when I don’t get a response, I decide to hunt her down. Finishing my beer, I shove the necklace into my purse and head back into the ceremony room.

It’s wild, though, because in the half hour I was gone, about fifty more people have arrived, all guys. They’re still flooding into the front door when I walk by,looking for Bree—and there’s a DJ setting up on the platform the Sacred Sons had just used.

Wyn is talking to someone across the room, and I make a beeline for her.

“Hey,” I say, slightly out of breath. “Where’d all these people come from?”

“Oh, at midnight, after the selections are made, the rest of the guys are allowed to join in and it just basically turns into a party.”

“Ah, cool.” Perfect time to leave. “Have you seen Bree?”

“Oh, yeah, I just saw her….” Wyn looks around. “Well, she was over by the door a couple of minutes ago. She was talking to someone, a guy.”

I glance in the direction Wyn is looking, but I don’t see Bree. “Did she say where she was going?”

Wyn just shakes her head. “Try texting her.”

“Thanks,” I say flatly. “If you see her, tell her I’m looking for her.”

“Yup.”

I search every room on the bottom floor, systematically making my way through the dining room, kitchen, study…I even knock on the bathroom door with no luck. Knowing Bree, she’s probably in a dark corner somewhere, hooking up with that guy Wyn saw her with. There are way too many people here, and it’d be easy for her to disappear into the crowd.

I try calling, but her phone goes straight to voicemail. I send another text, annoyed now.

Where the fuck are you?

Again, nothing. Thirty minutes later, I give up.

Fine. Whatever. I’m waiting outside on the porch. Call me when you get this.

Seconds after sending that text, though, I remember Bree doesn’t have her phone.Ugh.I’d totally forgotten. If she’s anywhere on the Burning Crown premises, then her phone is still in that stupid basket.

Pushing out a sigh, I consider my options. I could wait for Bree, or I could leave, and go back to my dorm room. I don’t love the idea of walking alone at night, but according to the frosh information packet, campus security starts making more frequent rounds as soon as the sun goes down. I don’t know if I trust that, though. I didn’t see one security guard on the walk over here. Not one.

Welp, I guess I’m waiting, then, because I don’t want Bree walking back alone, either.

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