Page 24 of Beautiful Mess

Conway fucks me with the thick digits, my walls clenching around them, aching for more. In the very back of my mind, I’m aware we’re somewhere where anybody could easily find us, but I can’t seem to care. The way he’s playing my body like a fiddle has every ounce of rational thinking in my mind fizzling away.

“Lie all you want, Sin,” he murmurs before his lips press down on the spot where my shoulder and neck meet. My nostrils flare on a harsh exhale, a breathy moan slipping past my lips before I can stop it. “But your body speaks for itself. You fucking love this, and if I know you at all, you hate that you don’t hate it almost as much.”

He’s right. He knows it, I know it.

Sweat beads along my hairline and down my neck as he thrusts his fingers into my soaking wet pussy, and when he withdraws them, bringing them back to my clit, spreading my arousal all over, my core clenches at the loss of fullness.

There’s no confusion, no left lip rubbing. No, Conway locates the clit on the first try, and massages it like it’s his life’s purpose. He brings his free hand up to wrap around the front of my neck, and I let my head fall onto his shoulder as my eyes flutter closed, and I stop trying to fight the pleasure.

My body is coiled tight, heart thrashing as he brings me right to the brink of release, only to switch it up and sink his fingers back in my pussy again. It’s no surprise when he curls them, easily finding my G-spot.

“Oh, fuck,”I gasp.

“That’s it, Sin. Give it to me,” he growls lowly. “You were so confident that I couldn’t make you come, but look at you. You’re a mess, falling apart right here in the hallway, everybody just around the corner. What a good fucking girl you are.”

Fuck, fuck,fuck. It’s not fair how easily he can play my body. He’s touching me like he’s done it a million times before, and it’s pathetic how much I’m enjoying myself. Pressure builds and heat spreads, my muscles tightening as he inches me closer and closer to combustion.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do, Sin,” he rasps in my ear. “You’re going to cum all over these two fingers. Then you’re going to go into that gym afterwards and do your best to pretend I didn’t just make you come harder than you ever have. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it because there’s no chance you can pretend.”

“You’re wrong,” I lie once again as I bite back a moan.

“Yeah? Show me how wrong I am, Sin. Let me feel how much you don’t want me as your greedy little cunt strangles my fingers.”

Biting down on my lip, I slam my eyes shut, as I can’t hold on any longer. It hits me like a tsunami, vicious and all at once. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me, my jaw going slack as I lose myself to this earth-shattering orgasm. Conway’s hand leaves my throat as it comes up and covers my mouth instead, muffling the cries and moans I can’t hide.

As soon as it’s finished and Conway pulls his fingers out, righting my panties, a wretched disgust blankets my senses. This isn’t me. What the fuck was I thinking? Fixing my dress, I spin around, coming face to face with Conway as I watch him suck my juices off his fingers. I resent the way my core clenches again at the sight.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” I spit out, bringing my palms flat to his chest to shove him away as hard as I can before storming down the hall toward the gym.

Conway is somebody I cannot stand. He’s a smug, cocky pain in my ass, yet I just let him finger me in the hallway of this school. What is wrong with me? He’s never even taken me on a date, and a little dominance has me becoming a cat in heat around him? Gross, I don’t think so. This isn’t how my happily ever after fairytale is supposed to go.

I deserve more than a heated finger blast in a hallway.

Fuck him.

Once inside the gym, I’m able to avoid him throughout the rest of the evening. The auction is a huge success, and without knowing how much money we raised until I can add it all up later this week, I can confidently say we’ve raised an impressive amount. The success from tonight is almost enough to keep my mind off what happened with Conway.

“You must be proud tonight,” a cute guy says as he approaches me at the punch table.

A smile curls my lips. “I am.” Offering him my hand, I say, “I don’t think we’ve met yet. Grace, and you are?”

“We sort of met over the phone,” he says, slipping his hand into mine. “Winston Parker.”

“Oh, right, the new doctor.” Our handshake lasts longer than it should, but I’m okay with that. “It’s nice to put a face to the voice. And thank you again for your generous donation.”

“My pleasure, Grace.” His smile is genuine and bright. “I would love to take you out to celebrate such a successful night, if you’re interested?”

Conway’s face pops into my mind the second Winston asks me out, but I’m quick to reject it. “I’d love to.”

Winston is the type of guy I’d normally go after. From what very little I know about him, he’s everything I should want. He’s handsome, friendly, generous, and certainly doesn’t strike me as somebody who would give me a hard time about little things the way somebody else does. He also doesn’t strike me as the type who would want topunishme. Although, I hate to admit how much disappointment fills me with that last one.

Conway is nothing but an asshole who finds entirely too much enjoyment out of pissing me off. What’s happened between us makes no sense, and it’s clearly never going to go anywhere. He’s a one-night stand type of man. Allergic to relationships. And I deserve somebody who wants what I want. Who can give me the fairytale ending I deserve. Conway isn’t that man; he’ll probably never be that man, and I’d be a fool to think he would.

Funnily enough, I feel eyes on me as soon as I agree to the date. Scanning the area quickly, my pulse races and my stomach bottoms out as my gaze lands on Conway from across the room. He’s standing with his shoulder resting against the wall, arms folded over his chest, and his eyes narrowed as they look from me to Winston. His obvious jealousy heats my blood all over again. It’s not lost on me that I’m standing here, being asked out by this nice man, who on paper seems perfect for me, while my panties are drenched because of somebody else. Guilt hits me briefly, but it’s replaced with a thrilling excitement instead.

Good. Let him be jealous and pissed off.

I deserve to be courted. I deserve to be asked out on a proper date. And the fact of the matter is, that’ll never be Conway.

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