Page 9 of The Chemistry of Us

These were the last things I needed to think about Tru. To add to the current endless bullshit, our past kept rearing its ugly head when it came to us. All the times we laughed in bed together or the fucking memories that no longer meant shit anymore.

I snatched the box of tampons, hair still damp from my shower, and marched into her room without knocking.

In one breath, I roared, “No!”

She lazily looked up from her laptop, barely making eye contact over the top of it.

“You’ll have to be more specific, genius.”

I held up the tampon box and slammed it onto her dresser so hard that two pictures fell back, and a pencil dropped onto the floor.

“Keep this shit in your room.”

She shrugged, her dark hair bouncing against her chin. She wore black-framed glasses that shouldn’t in any way make her look like the hot librarian fantasy every single guy in existence ever had.

“Whatever makes you happy. I live to serve.”

I snorted out a laugh and leaned my broad frame against the door. “Oh yeah?”

She finally looked up, blinking with an innocence I knew was long gone because I fucking stole it. I moved my hand to the zipper of the jeans I’d hurriedly tossed on after drying off.

Her eyes darted to my fingers, and you could barely hear her suck in a sharp breath, but it was there, and what was once taunting me now had me hesitating. I wanted to hurt her over and over again, but I also knew how painful it would be for me.Revenge was never one-sided; it hurt to receive, but sometimes I think it hurt more to give because you knew you were the one who gave the final blow.

I shoved the thought away and kept staring her down.

“You said you live to serve.” I used both hands to move my zipper completely down, calling her bluff, or so I thought. She slowly closed her laptop and hopped off the bed, wearing nothing but short black shorts and a white crop top.

I refused to look at her tits and the way they pointed straight at me like they needed attention with my touch. When she stopped right in front of me, her chest was heaving up and down. I couldn’t tell if she was aroused or just extremely pissed off and ready to suffocate me.

“Do you really, really think that my teeth should be so close to your dick, Vaughan?”

I leaned down and tapped her cheek with one of my hands, drawing her attention from my chest to my face.

“Do you really think I’d let you anywhere near my cock?”

She pressed a hand against my chest, then the other. “I think you’re so desperate for any piece of ass that you’d even ask for mine. Thanks for these.” She tapped the box on the dresser. “You can show yourself out now. I’m busy.”

“I can only imagine the number of times you’ll touch yourself thinking of this moment.”

Her jaw clenched.

“Oh and also, we’re having a party tonight, so if you decide to leave this dark cave of solitude where happiness dies, put on some makeup. We don’t want to scare anyone. But I wouldn’t recommend it. After all, you’ve already fucked the best football player. I don’t want you tempted to spread your legs for the rest of the team.”

“Out!” Her hands shoved harder against my body until I was entirely out of the room before she slammed the door in my face. For a few seconds, I just stood there staring at the black wood.

“Wow.” Brady popped a tortilla chip from what I’d set out for the party into his mouth. “Do your balls still hurt from that rejection? When has a girl ever even attempted to shove you out of their room? Most of them try to lure you in there with false promises of how easy they can deep throat your dick. You losing it, man?” He cackled and crunched down on another chip.

He flew back late last night and was already dressed in simple jeans and a black shirt. His sleeve tattoo was on full display, and his arrogant smile stared out from underneath a black beanie. His lip piercing was back in since he had to take it out during the season, and his light brown hair touched the top of his broad shoulders.

The girls loved him and pretty much hated his girlfriend because she tamed him.

I shook my head and shoved past him.

“Hey, you want a chip?”

“No, I don’t want a fucking chip.”

“Whoa.” He crunched down on another. “Hey, man, don’t worry about it. You’ll get plenty of ass tonight. As long as it’s not my girlfriend’s ass because then I’d have to kill you.”

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