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It'sfifty minutes and two transfers from Pete's place to the law school book store. Plenty of time for my confusion to settle in. Where the hell does Pete get off pulling away like that?
Damn. If only he'd been reasonable, we could have ended the night with fireworks and orgasms.
The five minute walk in the sweltering sun is enough to make me well aware of my body's other demands. It's well past lunch time. I'm tired. It's damn hot.
I need an iced coffee.
And I need him deep inside me.
Air conditioning pours over my skin as I step into the bookstore. Now, all I need is him deep inside me. It's wrong, thinking dirty thoughts in a law school bookstore. This place is practically a library.
I load my hands with required textbooks, trying hard to think of anything but the matter of fact text from Pete sitting on my phone.I transferred some spending cash into your account. What the hell is his problem? The guy closes off in a hot second then he transfers an obscene sum of money into my bank account.
Enough that I don't need to even think about getting a job for the next twelve months.
"Excuse me!" A student in slacks and an oxford shirt bumps into me. He looks at me like I'm out of place then nods to the bookshelf behind me. "You mind?"
"Yeah, sure." I step aside so he can grab his text book.
The guy scoffs. The look on his face saysshhh. The volume of my breath displeases him. Or maybe the floral pattern of my skirt is too loud. Somehow, I don't fit his vision of law student to be.
Fuck him. Fuck Pete if he's gonna turn off his affection because some mean girls think I'm not hot enough to be a rock star's girlfriend. I'm not bending to what other people want anymore.
I ignore the rude guy as I collect the rest of my books. Damn. This is heavy. I make a pile of half a dozen books on the carpet.
A sound pierces the quiet. An Amy Winehouse song. Shit. That's my ring tone. I find my cell in my pocket.Incoming call from Pete Steele.
The rude guy stares at me like I'm evil. Asshole. I dig my fingers into the slick plastic of my phone case. Okay, I'm frustrated. But I'm not stooping to being an asshole.
I bring the phone to my ear. The irritation in my voice is more obvious than I intend it to be. "Yes?"
"Where did you go?" he asks.
"To get my books."
"Tell me next time."
"Fine."
"You okay?"
No, I'm not okay. I couldn't sleep a wink, because I couldn't stop thinking about how you locked me out."About as good as a person can be getting textbooks." My stack is up to eight books. It's going to be miserable getting these home on the bus. "Why do you ask?"
"We're live."
"Oh. That's good, right?"
"Yeah." His voice is uncertain. "Pic's pretty racy."
"Send it to me."
My phone buzzes with a new picture message. Itisracy. We're at the hotel, making out, his hands digging into my ass.
It wasn't a staged moment. It was real and raw. I can feel how much he wants me just looking at the picture.
A flutter builds below my belly. This isn't helping ease the ache between my legs.
