Page 51 of Bleeding Hearts
“Don’t look at her,” I snap. “She can’t help you. In fact, no one will be able to if you aren’t gone in the next three seconds. One.”
Her eyes widen. “Listen?—”
“Two,” I continue as I roll up the sleeves of my borrowed hoodie. “Three.” I stride around the table, and she yelps and runs away as fast as she can. I’m watching her go when a hesitant hand touches my arm.
“Baby,” Lally murmurs.
“Don’t baby me,” I snap, tugging my arm away.
“I didn’t invite her. She just sat down. I didn’t touch her, I promise,” she explains as she grabs me again, and when I try to move away, she yanks me down. I fall into her lap, and she wraps her arms around me, resting her chin on my shoulder as I sit stiffly. “I promise, baby. What more can I do to prove it? You’re wearing my clothes. You stayed in my bed. I walked you to class and held your hand. I told you, I don’t see anyone but you.”
I grit my teeth, saying nothing.
“Baby, you’re so fucking sexy when you’re jealous,” she whispers wickedly.
“Nope, isn’t going to work,” I warn her, trying to stand again, so she drags me back down. Her lips sweep over my neck, and I force myself not to react.
“All I see is you, baby. I’m yours. Girlfriend, huh?” she teases.
“Well, aren’t you?” I ask, growing concerned that I misread the situation. I turn to see her face. She’s smiling softly, her eyes bright.
“You didn’t ask me.” She arches a brow. “Ask me nicely.”
I glare at her. “Fine. Lally, will you be my girlfriend?”
“Only if you stop sulking.” I narrow my eyes, and her grin widens. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” She pulls her phone out and logs into her socials, quickly changing her status to reflect that she’s in a relationship with me. “Now everyone knows. Is that good enough, baby?”
“It’s a start,” I mutter, relaxing a bit. “You let her touch you.”
“Next time I will run away while screaming that I’m taken, okay?” she teases, kissing my neck and making me shiver. “I meant what I said though. You’re so sexy when you’re jealous, all fired up like that.”
“I’m still mad,” I tell her, but I relax back, and her legs part, forcing my thighs wider.
“Hmm, we can’t have that. How about I make it up to you?” she croons in my ear.
“How?” I whisper.
Her hand slides under my stolen hoodie, into the stretchy shorts she loaned me, and cups my pussy. “With what I’m good at, of course.”
“Lally.” I cover her hand, my eyes wide as I meet hers over my shoulder. “We are in public.”
“And?” Her smirk is slow as she slides her hand farther between my thighs. “No one can see, and you need this, baby, so be good and part your thighs for me.”
I glance around, but no one is paying attention to us. Looking down, I notice the hoodie is hiding her hand, as is the table, so I reluctantly part my thighs. Nervousness only enhances my desire, especially when she circles my clit.
“All that shyness and protesting and you’re wet for me. You have to trust me, baby. I’ll always take care of you.” She bites my earlobe, and I gasp as I slide farther down as her fingers press into me and curl, stroking my walls. I try to keep my eyes open, even as my cheeks heat. I attempt to act normal, to control my breathing, but the more she touches me, the harder it gets.
She pushes me higher as she grinds her palm into my clit, forcing a whine from my throat that I try to stifle.
She tugs the hoodie down to hide what she’s doing, nipping my ear. “Shh, you have to stay quiet, baby, or we’re going to be found out, okay?”
Nodding, I try to control my breathing and noises, but all that nervous energy dissipates when she slides another finger inside me. I roll my hips as much as I dare, chasing what she can give me. Each thrust presses my clit against her hand, and the friction has my eyelids wanting to slide shut. My desire burns so bright and hot, I’m surprised I don’t combust. The idea of being caught, of being seen, only makes it grow stronger.
“That’s it, my good girl. You like being out here where anyone can see us. You like the idea of being watched,” she purrs, her voice dark and possessive. I bite down on my tongue until I taste blood and nod in response, unable to speak as I chase the high growing inside me.
“Do you want me to smell like you all day so everyone knows whom I belong to?” she asks. “Because I do. I want to feel your cream on my fingers all day. I want to smell you until I can be inside you again.”
“Lally.” It bursts from me louder than I meant to, and she chuckles, biting my neck even as she speeds up her hand.
