Page 54 of Wicked Surrender

My arousal shone and glistened on his finger.

But he scowled, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

The wetness from his kisses cooled on my lips, but it was the aching need that had my pussy pulsing with desire that shamed me.

What have I done?

What the hell am I doing?

Confused and uncertain of what could happen next, I reached for the doorknob and ran.

I dashed away, frantic to leave this party because I was so uncertain and intimidated by what Iwantedto happen next.

18

JASON

The Professors’ Nightmare party forced a reset on the frat house. My buddies partied so hard and drank so much that they needed the whole weekend to recuperate.

I stayed in my room, holing myself in from their acting like babies. I didn’t bother going out there to act like the leader or president of the house, letting them handle the cleanup and figure out how to scrape the dried-up vomit from the bathroom.

Instead, I kept to myself and studied.

I refused to let my idleness lead to obsessing about Laura any more than I already was. After kissing her and feeling how wet she was for me, it crystallized how much she was coming to matter. And that didn’t work.

I was supposed to hate her, not feel proud to pleasure her.

I was supposed to make her miserable, not look forward to giving her relief.

When I wasn’t jerking off to the memory of her, I directed my frustration to the stupid tests that I had to redo. The trigonometry exam would be more challenging, but the retake on the pathology exam that the professor had scheduled for me wasn’t anything to stress over.

Regardless, for the first time in over a year, I studied and focused on my notes.

When I spotted Laura’s neat penmanship, I sighed and wondered how much she had to regret caving to me as much as she had.

Because she did. She should’ve slapped me and run screaming.

She kissed me back. She arched into me and lifted her leg to set her foot against the door to give me access to feeling her up.

Laura fucking wanted me. And I needed to buy more time before seeing her again to have my head back where it belonged. I had to hang on to this control around her.

When Tuesday evening neared, I headed to the building for the scheduled retake of the exams that my professors had set up.

This was the first time I’d blow her off. I came to every single tutoring session until now. The academic recovery program coordinator wouldn’t ding me for missing. I was still in “good faith” with the program for showing up with Laura, and they’d see that I had retakes scheduled.

But I hadn’t toldher.

It was a dick move not to update her that I wouldn’t be coming tonight, but it wasn’t an intentional action to bother her or piss her off. I simply wasn’t sure how to address her yet.

Sitting in the testing room, I waited for the proctor to take the trig test and hand me the pathology one. And again, my thoughts fell to Laura.

Would she be waiting for me at the library?

Would she wonder why I didn’t show?

I cringed and furrowed my brow, not liking the idea of her sitting there alone and waiting for me not to show. Because if she could read my mind and see the truth, she’d realize that I was always enthusiastic to be near her.

After the path exam was complete, I turned it in and hated that I was still curious about her.

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