Page 135 of Revolve
Dylan Donovan:Silent treatment? Bet. I’m staying in. Have fun.
Aiden Crawford:I already left Summer’s dorm. You’re fucking going.
Sebastian Hayes:Cole and I have an exam tomorrow morning. I feel like this is one of those times where you look back at the decisions you should’ve made.
Cole Carter:We’re great at making those. Anyway, see you guys in a bit.
With one squeeze to Sierra’s foot, I drop it and hover over her. She’s immediately suspicious, and when I kiss the back of her neck, she flips me over so fast, I barely have time to react. She straddles me, holding my arms above my head with that fiery look in her green eyes. The one she gets when she’s trying to read my mind.
My gaze falls to her spandex shorts that rise up high on her thick thighs. I have dreams of being in this position at all hours of the day. Including right now, when I should be leaving.
I lift my hips on instinct, and she rolls her eyes.
“What do you want?” she asks.
Her smooth voice doesn’t help draw away the fog in my mind. There’s only one thing I want right now, and it’s not to go hang out with my friends.
“I can’t remember. But feel free to try anything to jog my memory.”
“Anything?”
This time, when I meet her eyes, there’s no mistaking what I see. Hot desire, dripping like morning dew. She leans in until her breath brushes my lips, her hands on my wrists. I’m about to close the distance, when she flicks me on the forehead.
I jerk back. She does it again. She fucking flicked me.
Sierra blinks innocently. “Did that help?”
“Sierra,” I say, my voice low, making her squeeze her legs tighter around me.
“What? You said to try anything.”
“Yeah, to kiss me, not to flick my head.”
“As pretty as you are, you’re not Sleeping Beauty.” She pats my chest and moves off me to go back to her laptop.
I slide my hands along her body, dipping below her loose sweater. She pretends not to notice, but I can feel the way her abdomen tightens, and goose bumps rise on her skin the higher I go. I drop a kiss to the middle of her back. “You know how you wanted to stay in and watch a movie tonight?”
“Actually,youwanted to stay in and watch a movie,” she quips.
Right, I did suggest it. The girl’s got me wanting to watch chick flicks. I move higher and bury my face in her neck. “Well, the guys texted,” I say, dragging my lips over her ear. “They wanna play hockey for a few hours.”
Her eyes still don’t leave her screen. “Okay?”
“And they want me to come,” I clarify.
She finally looks at me, her brow quirked. “That’s nice, babe. I’m glad they invited you?”
I furrow my brows. “Why did you say that like a question?”
“Because I’m not sure what you want me to say.”
“Sierra, the guys want to play hockey right now, so I can’t stay to watch a movie.”
“Oh,” she squeaks, moving up to lean back against the bed frame. “You’re asking me if you can play outside with your friends?” She tries holding back a smile but then bursts into laughter. Sierra clutches her stomach and wipes nonexistent tears from her eyes.
“To playhockeywith theguys,” I correct.
“Yeah, that’s what I said.” She bites down a smile. “Be back before supper. And wear a sweater, or you’ll catch a cold, honey.”
