Page 47 of Meet Me at the Metro

“That feels s-so good. D-don’t stop.”

“Then be a good girl for me, Nora,” he orders, clutching my chin in his hand as he slowly presses his thumb into my mouth. It glides along my tongue until it hits the back of my throat and makes me gag.

Theo chuckles as my teeth clamp around it.

“Stay quiet, and I’ll help you.”

I nod obediently, staying quiet just like he asks. I’m afraid I’d do anything right now to prevent him from stopping—yielding to any order he gave me.

When he’s sure I’m silent, he continues. “No arguments, stubborn thing?”

I shake my head fervently, feeling the ball of pleasure building inside of me.

“Good girl,”he croons, continuing his steady, forceful pace. “You know what I want?” I don’t dare speak as Theo slithers down my body, sliding back until his head is aligned perfectly between my legs. He leisurely parts my panties to the side before he whispers,“I want the taste of you all over my fucking mouth.”

I glance down as he lowers his mouth to my slick folds, but I'm startled when I meet his eyes. They’re not that striking gray-blue color I’ve grown accustomed to; they’re a familiar, deep honey brown. His face isn’t the same either; its sharp, prominent features have morphed into softer ones.

“Connor?!”I gasp, immediately kicking him away.

I watch in confusion as my friend dissipates into thin air. Though, even in his absence, I know that I’m not alone—I can sense it.

My intuition is proven right when another figure appears out of the dark corner of my room. My pulse intensifies as I watch John stalk toward the edge of my bed, pounding so fiercely that I can barely even think or attempt to react.

“God, I miss making you moan like that. Forgive me, Eleanor, please?”

“Get out.”

“I can make you feel good again.”

“I don’t want you,” I growl, inching back.

“Don’t be silly,” he tuts, taking another step toward me. “Of course you do.”

I jerk back the second he reaches for me, my head smacking hard into the headboard behind me.

The sudden impact breaks me away from my dreamy state and leaves me gasping for air as I sit up and try to reel in my impossible dream. I reach for the tender spot now present on the back of my head, flinching the second my fingers graze my sore scalp.

My eyes do a quick scan of my body and the small space surrounding me, and I’m washed over with relief when I find no one else in the room and discover that my clothes are still on.

It was just a dream.

Though, that didn’t make the awful ache lingering between my legs any less real. It was torturous, begging to be remedied. I can’t find the will to stop my hand from moving as it stretches beneath my covers and moves for the area of my body needing prompt attention. My palm settles over my panties and—

The bedroom door swings open without warning. I gasp and quickly snatch my hand away from my crotch.

“Shit!”Harvey croaks, shielding his eyes as if it’ll take back any of what he’s seen. He quickly pulls the door shut. “I’m so sorry! I should have knocked!”

You have got to be kidding me.

I clutch my face with my hand and deflate in my bed for several long, tormenting, and shame-ridden seconds and try to come up with an explanation for myself.

I don’t come up with shit.

I throw the sheets off my body and jump out of bed before I allow my embarrassment to trap me in my room for the rest of the day. Lately, it feels like I can’t catch a freaking break. I change into a dry pair of panties before I even dare to open my bedroom door, but my cheeks are still hot with humiliation when I finally conjure enough courage to hobble down the hallway.

Harvey’s waiting for me in the kitchen, leaning against the counter casually. He acknowledges my presence with an awkward, terse nod and takes a long sip from the coffee cup in his hands.

“Harvey, I,umm,I—”

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