Page 64 of Resist Me

As he pulled back, he groaned a little. Once his dick was no longer inside of me, I shivered. Even though I could feel a slight soreness from the new experience, part of me wanted him to do it all over again, to fill this emptiness he’d left me with.

I grunted in surprise when he swiped my cum from my stomach with his fingers and pressed it to my lips. He laughed at the way I swatted his hand away.

“Don’t make it weird,” I grumbled.

Keeping eye contact, he brought the fingers to his mouth instead. My lips parted as I watched him sink both of them all the way to his last knuckle. He sucked on them with a purposeful moan that put my dick at risk of demanding round two.

As he pulled his fingers free and scooted backward, a question popped into my head: now what?

He was staring at me, probably wondering the same thing. I was still in the same position, feeling more than sated, but I’d never been a cum depository before and now that I wasn’t in a lust-filled haze, I was bombarded with the existentialism that came from being a human with the capacity for intelligent thoughts.

Linc raised a single brow. “You’re having a crisis, aren’t you?”

“No,” I replied too quickly. Way too quickly.

He sat back on his heels with a soft expression on his face. “There’s a bathroom right there. You can freak out for as long as you need to.”

“I’m not freaking out.”

I got to my feet and gathered my clothes. After a quick glance at him, I rushed toward the door he’d pointed out. I was about to close it when he grabbed my arm and turned me around. His thumb brushed over my jaw. The serious look on his face made my stomach clench.

“Are you okay? Really.”

“I think so.”

He smiled softly. More tentatively than before, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. It was different now, less desperate, but it didn’t feel wrong, which concerned me more than anything else that had happened.

“Can you agree to one thing?” he asked. I nodded. “I don’t want to just move past this like it never happened. Maybe it won’t matter. I don’t know. I just want to actually talk about it at some point. Is that fair?”

“Yeah. Uh, we can talk about it.”

I couldn’t keep myself together any longer, so I flashed him a smile, then backed into the bathroom. Once the door was closed, I dropped the façade. Putting a hand over my mouth, I drew in an extraordinarily long breath, not stopping until my lungs felt like they’d explode.

This was one of those things I needed to talk to my best friend about. At the same time, I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t know how I felt, but I also didn’t know how I’d want Kai to react. If he thought this was a good idea, that terrified me. If he thought it was a bad idea, that also terrified me.

Oh, god. I didn’t even know how Linc felt about it. He wanted to talk, but again, that wasterrifying.

Part of it was about me having sex with a guy, but most of it was about it being Lincoln goddamn Porter. Worse, I wasn’t feeling that familiar thrum of hatred when I thought about him. Instead, I thought about the way his lips felt and how he smelled like rosewood. I remembered the way his fingers moved over the piano keys with the same adoration as when he touched my face.

Lincoln Porter. My arch nemesis and greatest rival. But that thread connecting him to those roles in my head was getting really damn thin.

Chapter 23

Lincoln

Yeah, West was freaking out. I was too, but differently. Having sex with him was more than impulsive. It might’ve been stupid. I got lost in it. Before, I knew that I was starting to like him. Now, even the parts of him that I’d always found annoying were starting to grow on me. I’d smiled and felt butterflies with him like a damn teenager. I knew it was bad because I found myself wanting him to like me too.

I waited on the bed after I got dressed. It had been ten minutes and he was still in the bathroom. I didn’t know if he’d want to talk to me immediately. Maybe he didn’t even want to see me. That thought made my mood dip abruptly.

Fuck. West was so damn complicated and I had no idea how to navigate the situation. Or him in general.

Shaking my head, I stood and headed for the door. I paused and looked at the bathroom while I chewed on my lip.

He probably needed space. I could give that to him. Some. Maybe.

I left the room and descended the stairs, trying to be casual. If anyone knew I’d just had sex with West, I wouldn’t particularly care, but I knew that he would, so I made a conscious effort to play it cool.

“You good, man?” Rick asked.

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