Page 28 of Entangled

He’s ditched his beanie for a red, backward cap and a black puffer vest. Dressed in a camouflage T-shirt underneath, the muscles in his bare arms are on full display. “Who was that the other day?”

I frown, leaning my shoulder against my locker. “What are you talking about, Luca?”

The hallway bustles with students on their way to class, and it forces Luca closer to me when a girl asks to open the locker he’s leaning on.

“You know when we… The old guy who threw me out.”

“The old guy?” I release a soft laugh.

“Was that Chloe’s dad?”

I wet my lips, scanning the hallway for listening ears. “Yes, Chloe and I were neighbors, remember?”

“He seemed possessive.”

Done with this conversation, I push off the locker and start walking. Luca chases after me. Figuring it’s best to offer him an explanation, a reason not to dig deeper, I reply, “Chloe and I grew up close. Grayson is as much a father to me as he was to Chloe.”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Show me how well you suck cock. Give me something to imagine tonight when I fuck my hand.”

“That explains it, I suppose. He behaved like—”

Whirling on him, I bark, “Like what, Luca? What did he behave like?”

He looks confused, brows pulled low, mouth pursed. “Like your boyfriend.”

“Eww, gross! He’s Chloe’s dad.” I walk off again. This is bad, bad, bad. The last thing I need is for Luca to be suspicious.

“Hey, where are you running off to?” he asks, catching up.

“Class, Luca.”

“Can we go somewhere?”

Blowing out a sigh, I pause outside the classroom. “Why? I’m not making out with you again.”

“I get that!” he almost growls, stepping close before inhaling shakily. “That’s not what this is about.”

Students file past us, entering the classroom. I wait for them to pass.

“There’s no one I can talk to. What happened, it’s…”

I get it. Our mutual guilt is a lonely place. No one else here can share it with us. It was him and me that night, driving away from our friends.

“The trial starts in six weeks,” he continues, reaching for my hand and interlacing his fingers with mine. The world fades out, blurring into the background as his warm hand squeezes mine. I can almost taste his pain on my tongue as it pulsates in the crackling air between us. I’m barely aware of the students streaming past us when he pulls me closer. “I’m a mess, Willow.”

* * *

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”he grunts, pistoning his hips against me. It’s cramped in the backseat of his Toyota, and my head smashes against the passenger door with every thrust. His fingers dig into my hips as he groans against my neck, his big cock pulsing inside me.

He’s sweaty and spent. I’m empty and hollow.

Crawling off me, he sits upright and lifts his ass off the seat to pull up his jeans. His buckle clinks while he fastens it.

I sit up too, then slide my skirt back down. I take off my ruined panties, using them to wipe away the cum that’s seeping out of me.

Removing his cap, Luca slides a hand over his hair before placing it back on. Then he looks at me. “What the fuck are we doing?”

His cum keeps leaking out of me. I toss my soaked panties down in the footwell. “You tell me, Luca.”

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