Page 54 of Bleed for Me

His fingers slipped in and out of me, my juices mixed with his saliva creating a splashing sound with every movement of his digits. Our heavy breathing filled the air, and that just turned me on more. I knew I wasn’t ready for sex, not that I’d even consider doing it with him of all people. This was already going too far, but?—

My thoughts were cut short when he slammed his fingers into me, causing me to scream out in pleasure. My mouth pressed against his neck muffled the sound and I fisted his shirttighter, holding onto him for dear life. This was beyond anything my mind could have conjured up. It felt way better than I’d ever anticipated—than I’d everfantasizedabout.

A series of moans fluttered from me, a heat wave settling deep within my core. The pressure slowly started to build as he worked his fingers in and out of me in a repetitive motion. He turned his head, capturing my lips in the next breath. As expected, they were soft, warm, and inviting. He kissed me forcefully, hungrily, like he couldn’t get enough either.

With a few more pumps of his fingers, I was shattering around him, my cry bleeding into his mouth. Tears pricked at my eyes with the intensity and my tooth grazed his bottom lip by accident, causing him to moan out in approval. Swiping my tongue along his bottom lip, he shuddered before withdrawing his hand and breaking the kiss completely. He pressed his head against mine, his breaths coming out even more ragged than before.

“You weren’t supposed to wake up,” he whispered. “It can’t happen again. Not until?—”

“Until what?” I asked, cutting him off.

He was silent for a few moments. “Never mind. Go back to sleep.”

I was too tired to argue or to press for more, so I allowed my eyes to flutter closed and sleep took me soon after.

I woke up alone, the events from the previous night a blur. Slowly, my mind started piecing it all back together, but it felt like some kind of dream, even though I knew that wasn’t the case. Archer and Seven. They were having sex in the woods, andthen they saw me. I woke up to Seven licking me between my legs.

A blush coated my neck and cheeks at the memory of what he’d done to me, of what he’d made me feel, and of what I allowed him to do after. That desire was short-lived though, because guilt crept in, taking its place. My stomach twisted with knots. Why was Alex so hell-bent on refusing me? Maybe it was my fault. He told me where he stood when we first got together, and at the time, I was okay with that. However, as our relationship progressed, I wanted more, and he wasn’t willing to give in.

Sighing, I threw my legs over the side of the bed and ventured toward my closet. I collected a change of clothes along with my bathing products and headed toward the bathroom. My head was a jumbled mess, and there was a soreness between my legs that wasn’t there before. He fingered me aggressively toward the end, but at the same time, it still felt like he’d been holding back.

I slipped into the bathroom, placing my clothes and towel on the bench like usual before putting my bath products in the shower on an empty shelf along the wall. I twisted the faucet, allowing the water to coat my hands until it was the right temperature. Casting a glance around the room, I made sure no one was in here who shouldn’t be—like Archer for example. When the coast was clear, I undressed and stepped beneath the warm spray.

My head tipped back, allowing the water to drench my hair and skin. A sigh of content left me as my muscles relaxed under the pressure of the liquid.

My chest tightened as Daisy invaded my headspace. Her wide blue eyes, blonde hair the same shade as mine, and tan skin. She had always been so full of life and eager to learn about new things. I missed her so much. Bracing my hands against the wall, my chin dipped downwards, and I closed my eyes. A shudderof despair racked my body, but I quickly tried to shut those thoughts down. She was gone. Dwelling on it like this wouldn’t bring her back.

Sighing, I finished showering and stepped out onto the cold tile. I grabbed my towel and dried off before getting dressed and then headed back to my room to dispose of my belongings. I positioned my clothes hamper beside the door since it was laundry day and then started for the cafeteria.

For breakfast today, it was eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, and a drink of our choosing. I opted for coffee and slipped into the seat by Cheyanne as usual. She shot me a smile, which I reluctantly returned. It still felt weird to smile despite everything that had happened, but baby steps.

“I didn’t see you at the party,” Ryder said suddenly, drawing my gaze to him. His ballcap was on backwards, strands of chestnut hair falling around his neck and stopping at the tops of his shoulders.

“I was there. I ended up leaving early, though.” I grimaced, rememberingwhyI’d left early.

Tyler snorted. “Get too drunk?”

“Yeah, actually.”

My eyes wandered over to the table diagonally to us as if by pure force. Their presence was intoxicating. No matter how badly I didn’t want to look, it was unpreventable. Like a moth being drawn to a flame. Jordan’s head was tilted downwards as he sketched, stopping every few minutes to take a bite of his meal before returning to the book. Seven and Archer were talking amongst one another, Seven’s dimple poking out every now and then when he spoke.

My eyebrows jumped into my hairline when Shaylynn stopped at their table, her plate clutched between her hands. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but it was directed at Jordan—that much was clear. He glanced up from hissketchbook and nodded after something she said. To my surprise, she slipped into the seat beside him where one of the twins normally sat.

Annoyance flickered through my veins. I’d initially thought she was interested in Tyler. Either she moved on fast, or I’d been way off.

Returning to my food, I picked up one of the sausage links and bit the tip off.

Whatever.

If she wanted Jordan, she could have him. It wasn’t like he’d shown any interest in me other than threatening me and being an asshole. Plus, I had Alex. Nausea churned inside of me at that reminder. Suddenly, having a boyfriend didn’t hold as much weight as it had before.

Cheyanne’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Rosalie, did you hear me?”

A sheepish smile tugged at my lips. “Sorry, no.”

“We’re going to the library after breakfast. Do you want to come with?”

I didn’t even need to think about it. It definitely beat sitting in my room bored and alone with only my thoughts for entertainment. “Sure,” I said, forcing an appreciative smile.

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