Page 7 of Ward Willing
“Zoe, this is…fuck,” I say, resigned. Something heavy settles in my stomach at the possibility of having her. Of giving in. Of letting go, without a care in the world about who she is to me.
This is so fucking wrong.
“So youweren’tjealous earlier when I was dancing with that guy?”
I don’t answer. I don’t trust myself. Instead, I focus on my pulse rushing through me, the thundering whooshing sound in my ears giving me auditory tunnel vision.
“I’m a consenting adult, Liam,” she whispers, placing her hand on my chest again.
Her words and the possibilities they convey cause everything inside of me toburnin a way I’ve never experienced. But I don’t move away from her. Instead, I let her touch me. My whole body shudders under her hand, and a thousand spirals of ecstasy shoot straight to my cock. Whatever strain of weed I ingested is making me want to fuck like an animal. I’ve been high before, but it’s never felt like this.
“What the fuck was in those brownies?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
She steps closer, pressing her body against mine. “Terpene, limonene, and indica,” she murmurs, snaking a hand up to my neck.
“What does that mean?” I whisper.
“It’s good for the libido. Relaxation. And increased sensation,” she answers.
“Zoe,” I breathe, closing my eyes. My cock is so hard it hurts, and everything inside of me is throbbing. If I were in my right mind, I might be able to throttle the dizzying, electric current racing through me.
But I’m not in my right mind.
I can’t move because it all feelstoo fucking good.
“You know, I see the way you watch me sometimes.”
Confusion mars my features as she loops her other arm around my neck, and another shiver works down my spine, going straight from my spine to my cock.What the hell is happening?
Every second that passes gets more and more surreal, and between the rain, the empty stage, and Zoe’s hands on me…
She continues before I can move. “At breakfast when I’m making us coffee. At night, when we’re watching movies. You’re not as subtle as you think you are.”
It suddenly feels like someone has poured cold water over me. Despite the warm night, my skin pebbles as she runs a finger along the stubble on my neck. My stomach clenches with dread at what she’s implying and… something else. Something angry and roiling andrepressed. Something so fucking powerful it scares the fuck out of me.
I ball my fists and breathe through my nose.
She’s right.
And I’m fuckingsickover it.
I can’t deny that she’s beautiful and alluring. I can’t deny that I enjoy spending time with her. I also can’t deny the way my eyes may have wandered, andfuckit makes me feel like a fucking creep.
That feeling overpowers everything—that feeling ofwrongness.
She needs to know that something like this canneverhappen between us…no matter how much I might want it.
I huff in exasperation and take a step away from her. “This is wrong,” I grit out.
In the tense seconds that tick by, the only sound I hear is the spattering of rain against the floor, and the rushing sound of my pulse in my eardrums. A few people make their way back onto the dance floor, and Zoe grabs my hands and leads me around the back of the restaurant. The rain has slowed now, and the sky is mostly dark, though I can see her face clearly.
I sigh. “Listen, Zoe. You’re drunk and confused. It makes sense that you’d latch onto the only consistent thing in your life.”
She laughs and covers her face with her hands. “God, you’re so condescending. You’re treating me like achild!”
“You’re eighteen! And you somehow seem to think that you’re enlightened enough to flirt with me? It doesn’t work like that, Zoe. I made a lot of stupid decisions when I was eighteen. I didn’t know what thefuckI was doing. And neither do you. Stop. Fucking. Tempting. Me?—”
She rushes forward, and before I can react orthink,her lips are on mine. I’m powerless to stop, powerless to resist. My hands find her waist, and I groan as my hands grip her flesh and she presses herself against me. I let her, holding onto her for dear life as my thumbs press into her, because whatever the fuck is happening is going to pull me under her spell completely. Andfuck,her lips on mine send shockwave after shockwave to my too-hard cock. Instinctively, I pull away from her mouth as we both pant.
