Page 8 of Believing Bailey (Granton University 2)

But that was stupid. So stupid. Never in my life would I be resentful of a girl making those kind of awful noises. Except…

Dammit. Sometimes I really hated my uber curious nature. I couldn’t help but return to the crack and peek out. I still couldn’t see details, both were in the same position as before, Beckett stretched out supine on his back with Melody sitting upright on his lap facing him. Though now, his hand was no longer clutching the sheets or his hair. It had disappeared between their bodies, somewhere around the vicinity where they were joined. I didn’t know where the hell he was touching her, but it was obviously hitting the right spot.

Melody was such a lucky bitch. It was no fair.

The one and only time I’d ever had sex, the guy had not touched me anywhere down there, except with his gross pecker. He hadn’t really touched me anywhere with his hands. He’d used them to brace himself above me until he’d rutted his way into a climax. And in return, I had laid there, turning my head aside and biting my lip against the pain, hoping it would end soon, which thankfully, it had.

Beckett and Melody were not ending soon. And Melody didn’t seem to be hurting at all. In fact, the woman threw her head back and brayed out the worst sound of pleasure I’d ever heard a woman make in my life.

Holy shit, but if that’s what happened to every girl when she orgasmed, maybe I shouldn’t be so bitter that I’d never had one. It had to be the ugliest, most mortifying thing I’d ever seen.

Poor Beckett.

Except he didn’t seem to mind. While Melo

dy went into heifer mode on top of him, braying and snorting, he seemed to grow more tense and hungry under her until, whoa…

Now there was a magical-looking orgasm. When Beckett came, his entire face transformed into this thing of beauty as if he’d just been released from the worst torture and his soul had just been set free from eternal damnation. His lips parted and eyes widened. Maybe he was seeing God. I don’t know. But it was hot. And it made me feel strange and even more uncomfortable.

I couldn’t believe I was watching this. It was, hell, I didn’t even know. But I felt slimy and gross and yet I was way too captivated to look away, because it was so spectacular.

Before I realized what I was doing, I pulled my cell phone from my back pocket and turned it to mute before taking a picture. Then I frowned at what I’d done.

Okay, something was seriously wrong with me. Without even checking the results, I stuffed the phone back into my pocket and shook my head, mortified I’d actually just done that.

But for the briefest, most forbidden second, I’d wondered what it would’ve felt like if Beckett had been inside me while that had been happening to him, and I’d been jealous. Which was stupid. I was so stupid. And weird. I needed to get out of her before I combusted from all the strange stupid, weird emotions tripping through me.

On the bed, Melody and Beckett finished. Melody collapsed on top of him, burying her face into the crook of his neck, murmuring something that sounded like praise. And suddenly, I remembered just how messy sex was, you know, down there. Their next stop would no doubt be the bathroom, to clean up. I didn’t want to be in here when that happened, and I wasn’t going back behind the shower curtain.

I needed to escape. Now.

Since this had to be the best opportunity while they were both still recovering, I held my breath and eased opened the door enough to wedge myself through. My heart pounded like a resounding kettle drum; I was so sure they’d hear it. But the couple on the bed didn’t seem to notice anything at all when I joined them in the room. So I began to tiptoe toward the door, watching them the entire time.

Just as I reached the exit, unlocked it as quietly as possible, and began to creep it open, I looked back just as Beckett’s eyes came open languidly, and he focused on me over Melody’s shoulder.

His hand lifted limply about a foot above the mattress before he pointed at me, very clearly seeing me.

My heart pounded in triple time as I froze in my tracks. Then I did the craziest thing in the world. I set my pointer finger against my lips, begging him to stay quiet.

Shocking the shit out of me, he repeated the action, pressing his finger to his own lips. The glazed expression on his face told me just how much he was out of it. I rolled my eyes—stupid boy—and hurried from the room, silently shutting the door and hurrying away.

I rushed all the way down the hallway and back into the main part of the frat house. The blast of music and people shocked my senses. I gaped at the blur of activity, feeling too off balance to return to this after seeing what I’d just seen. Then I shook my head, and stumbled through bodies until I found an exit to the outside.

The cool breeze against my chest reminded me my shirt was still wet from the beer Beckett had spilled on me. It felt so surreal that it hadn’t even dried yet, while an entire universe of things had seemed to happen since the moment I’d been soaked. Time was so weird. Just like this moment. It was peculiar and bizarre and weird. Even my hands looked weird when I looked down at them to find them shaking.

I didn’t know how to deal with this. So I ran to my car, three blocks away through the freezing cold night, and I didn’t stop until I was home and in my bed with the covers tucked way up to my chin as I huddled into myself and stared wide-eyed at the ceiling of my room.

But my heart didn’t stop pounding. It kept thumping fast through most of the night as I lay wide-awake, wondering what the heck had just happened to me.

More importantly, what had I just become?

Chapter 3

BECKETT

Regret tasted like regurgitated alcohol. In fact, I think everything I’d drunk tonight was about to revisit the outside world for real. I’m not sure which cheapskate had ordered the keg for the party, but this shit was rank. And okay, maybe I’d had too much of it as well.

My stomach roiled and nausea rose. I tried to sit up, roll off the bed and stumble toward the bathroom, but a weight on top of me kept me pinned to the mattress.

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