Page 36 of Awakened
“Yeah, um, Zach, can I talk to you in my room for a minute?”
“Sure, Sunshine.”
As soon as Zach cleared my door, I slammed it closed.
“What the hell was that?”
“What? Seth should know that he needed to make other sleeping arrangements.” He closed the distance between us. “We said no commitment, but are we also not telling anyone about this?”
I massaged my temples. Thanks to all the nonsense, the beginnings of a tension headache were taking hold. “No, it’s not that. I just haven’t had an opportunity to catch up with him. We’ve bunked together before, so I’m sure he was surprised we wouldn’t be.” As I said it, I knew I sounded ridiculous.
Damn it.
Zach gave me a small smile. “I’ll stay at my place tonight. As much fun as it is to fuck with Seth, I don’t want to ruin your weekend with your friends.”
My shoulders dropped in relief. “Thank you.”
I leaned up for what was supposed to be a quick “thank you” peck, but it turned into a lot more when Zach gripped my hip, bringing me flush against him, and kissed me with so much force that I knew my lips would be swollen. I wound my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, my tongue caressing his as he pushed me against the door. We moved together like we’d been at it for years.
When I broke away to get some air, his mouth found the crook of my neck, and he nipped, teased, and sucked until Iarched into him, needy for more. All my worries flew out of my head, and I gave myself over to the impromptu make-out.
Slipping my hands under his shirt, my fingertips had just touched skin when Zach abruptly pulled away from my neck. He gently kissed my forehead and said, “We’ll pick this up when your guests are gone.”
With one last kiss, he grabbed my shoulders and moved me away from the door. So there I stood alone in my room, horny as hell, with a huge fucking hickey on my neck.
Great.
After doing battle against the darkening bruise with my most serious concealer, I joined my friends in the living room. A lot of yelling echoed through the main floor, which could only mean one thing—Smash Bros.
“I don’t know why any of you want to play Seth. He’s won money playing this.” I plopped down on the couch next to the nationally ranked champion.
Zach and Michael both whipped around to look at me.
“What? Sarah, why didn’t you tell me? You let me talk all that shit knowing I was about to get my ass handed to me?” Michael looked at Sarah like she had committed the ultimate betrayal.
“Sorry, baby, but I love to watch your macho bullshit get destroyed.” She gave him a peck on the cheek.
“I guess we all have our talents,” Zach said as his eyes settled on my neck.
I glared at him, covering the spot with my hand. It was so not the time for Zach to be just so very Zach.
Seth huffed and threw an arm over my shoulder, bringing me to his side. “Some more than others.”
Zach watched the two of us with interest. He was poking at Seth, but I didn’t get the same possessive vibes from him that were pouring off Seth. If the look on his face was anything to go by, Zach enjoyed getting a rise out of my grumpy friend.
Brandon, clearly trying to help me, shouted, “When are we going out?”
Taking the lifeline he threw, I answered, “How about now?”
It didn’t take long for everyone to be ready and heading out the front door with Seth and me in the rear.
He tugged my hand, silently asking me to stay back. “Les, I need to talk to you.”
“Okay, but can we possibly do this tomorrow? If we don’t get out there, they’ll leave us.”
I walked out of the room, dragging him behind me.
“Being left behind sounds perfect,” he muttered, all pouty and cute.
