This has to stop.
You hate him, remember?
But those lines blurred right now, and I wasn’t sure where I stood under his new terms. Terms that meant he’d treat me like a princess, a possession.
Terms I hadn’t agreed to, not now or ever.
"No." I found my strength and pushed him away, holding him at arm’s length, though it was nowhere near far enough. "We don't do that, Dex."
His eyes narrowed as I detached myself from his body with effort. "You meanyoudon't do that." His glance was scathing as he stepped into me, not giving me any chance of reprieve as he stole my ability to breathe all over again. "You’re too damn scared of falling for someone, even when they’re right in front of you."
"What, you?" I lashed back.I can’t do this. Not now, not ever. Not again.Heedless of the eyes that might or might not be watching us fight in the middle of campus in the middle of the afternoon I stared up at him defiantly, clinging to the thin measure of control between us that hadn’t frayed yet. “I've got shit to do.”
With that poor parting shot I pushed him away again. This time, he let me. Some small but critical part of my heart wished he hadn’t.
Dex’s lips were set in a hard, white line, his sexy as fuck features frozen. But it was the disappointment in his eyes that forced me to place one foot before the next in a green mile walk that lasted an eternity. Because that disappointment meant we could go back to hating each other, fucking with no feelings attached.
I couldn't have it any other way.
But despite the coldness I used as armor between me and the searing heat of his gaze at my back, the walk to the library never felt so long.
Or so lonely.
CHAPTER FOUR
DEX
Zinzi’s juices flooded my mouth as I lashed her clit with my tongue to the soundtrack of her screams. Her muted screams, anyway, the ones she hid behind her fist as she came, over again. Her toned thighs trembled against my shoulders where I pressed her legs open. I fisted my cock once, pushing back my own need as she creamed on my tongue.
When her arched back settled to the mattress I pulled my hand away from her stomach and pressed two fingers inside her pussy just to feel her clamp down on me before her next climax hit.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, riding out the waves of pleasure that smashed her like a king tide. “I need you inside me.”
I gritted my teeth. “And if I said no to fucking you tonight?” I found her dark eyes, held them through the next wave of bliss as confusion set in. Pushed my fingers deeper and held her hostage there on the edge of perfection. “Just kept the orgasms coming and coming…like you,” I whispered as she crashed again.
“I—” Zin’s eyes fluttered shut. Her hands clenched on my shoulders and slipped to the mattress, her fingers fluttering.
I smiled, and slid my fingers out of her pussy, cleaning up the mess on her thighs before I made her ache again.
And again.
Her screams were my soundtrack and we were far from done on this playlist.
I didn’t fuck Zinzi on Friday night, and I left with the worst case of self-inflicted blue balls I’d ever given myself, but I set out to prove a point.
We were good for each other in so many ways. I could make her feel good and it didn’t have to be with my cock buried inside her sweet, tight walls that made her feel that way, even if sex of some variety was involved.
And when I left her room, after making sure she passed out, delirious but not dehydrated—I wasn’t that sort of asshole—I made sure I sneaked in a good hour of cuddles while she drooled on my chest and even purred a little.
Not that Zin remembered a damn thing. Because I made sure of that, too.
The hours I worked her body hard, leaving her trembling again and again, proved another point.
No one else can give you what I can.
You’re safe in my arms, Zin. Let go.
She already knew that; it’s why we had a standing once a week arrangement. But it didn’t hurt to remind her while I was rocking my other agenda home in a not so delicate way. Because I knew my little hellcat would be roused as fuck when she realized she didn’t get cock as advertised come tomorrow.