Page 20 of Blurred Lines

I’m startled back to reality when a set of hands land on my hips, and looking up, I find a guy from my chemistry class, who I’ve never spoken a word to before, smirking down at me with glazed over eyes. No one outside of our little group will talk to me or acknowledge my presence, but when alcohol has lowered their inhibitions and made them horny, they’re more than happy to be seen with me.

I stiffen in his hold, debating what to do before deciding I don’t really care. Ididsay weeks ago I wanted to live more. He’s attractive looking, and while I probably won’t sleep with him, I can at least dance and have a little fun. Getting back into the rhythm of the music, I sway my hips, brushing my ass against his crotch. I can feel his breath against my skin when he lowers his lips to brush along my neck, and I’m surprised to find, it does nothing for me. I’m not even remotely turned on.

He pulls me in tighter against him, grinding his pelvis against my ass so I can feel his mediocre erection. At the same time, his hand starts to trail closer to the short hemline of my dress, and suddenly dancing with him doesn’t seem like such a good idea. I just wanted to let loose for a minute. I definitely don’t want to fuck him.

As I go to push him away, a deep, growling voice freezes us both in place. “Let go of her.”

I look up to find Wilder dragging the guy off me. He puts up a weak protest, but the menacing gleam in Wilder’s eye is enough to have him throwing his hands up in surrender and melting into the crowd.

Turning his attention on me, some of the menace bleeds out of his expression, but it’s replaced by something equally intimidating, and a lot more carnal. I swallow around the lump in my throat as he reaches out, latching onto my hips and dragging me in against him in the same way the other guy was just holding me, except with Wilder, it feels entirely different. My skin heats everywhere it touches his, and it’s like I’m aware of his every movement. I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, the brush of his cheek against my hair, the firm hold he has on my hips.

“Dance with me.” His words are dripping with sinful expectation, and I get the impression he’s asking me to do a hell of a lot more than just dance with him. Yet I’m unable to deny him, and my hips begin to sway in time with his.

One song bleeds into another, and if I thought I’d lost myself before in the music, it’s nothing compared to how I’m drowning in everything Wilder. I feel like I can’t breathe, yet I am freer than I’ve ever felt before. All I’m aware of is the feel of him pressed against me and the way my skin sparks to life as he runs his nose up the column of my neck.

“We’re being watched,” he murmurs in my ear. His words have me dragging my eyes open, not even realizing that they’d drifted shut, and I look toward the bonfire, where Hawk is sitting alone, sipping from a beer bottle. His gaze is zeroed in on us—on me—and I can’t tell from here if he’s pissed that I’m dancing with Wilder, or if he’s turned on by it.

“He’s jealous.”

I snort. “No he’s not.”

“Mmmhmmm, he is. He’s been watching since you left the fire. In fact, he’s been watching you for a while now.” I frown, confused. “But he’s got too much pride to make the first move…I, however, don’t have that problem.” The last few words come out in a possessive growl that goes straight to my core, making it clench.

“Is that what you’re doing?” I ask in a breathy voice. “Making the first move?”

“I’m just making it crystal clear how much I want you.” He punctuates his sentence with a thrust against my ass, letting me feel how fucking turned on he is. I gasp, pleasure flooding my panties. I’ve been having these inappropriate thoughts about Wilder ever since he showed up at my dorm that night, and his intoxicating kisses have only left me wanting more.

My head falls back against his chest and his hand drops so his fingers stroke along my inner thigh. I part my legs, giving him better access, loving the rumble in his chest at my invitation.

A movement out of the corner of my eye has me glancing up, noticing Hawk storming away from the fire, into the woods and probably back to his room.

“If you wanted to make that threesome a reality, I think you’d have two willing participants.”

“W-what?” I stutter, still looking toward the tree line where Hawk disappeared.

“Is that something you want…a threesome?”

Thoughts of Hawk, Wilder and I flitter across my brain and I have to suppress a groan. “I…I don’t know.”

“You want Hawk, right?”

I don’t know how he knows that, but I find myself nodding in response.

“And me.” His voice is confident and sure. I’m fairly certain Wilder doesn’t even know the meaning of bashful.

I nod again.

He sucks my earlobe between his teeth, grazing the sensitive skin and making me shiver as I moan with need. “Then we’re yours if you want it.”

I look toward the tree line again, but make no move toward it.

“Show me your wild side, baby.”

He nudges me forward, and it’s all the push I need. Kicking off my heels, I sprint toward the forest with a single purpose—to find Hawk. I rush through the trees toward the dorm, until I see the outline of a form up ahead.

“Hawk,” I call out, panting.

He turns toward me, his signature scowl firmly in place, but I don’t slow down, running right into him and throwing my arms around his neck. He’s forced to catch me and stumbles before righting himself, managing to stay upright. My lips crash against his and I bite down on his lower lip, sucking it into my mouth on a groan.

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