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Chapter 7
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“I was invited,” I say.
She darts her head up. “You know what I mean,” she says. “Why are you even involved in all of this?”
“You’re dating the very reason why I’m here,” I say, referring to our mutual involvement with Asa. “It’s just a job.”
She rolls her eyes as though she’s heard that excuse before. The difference between my excuse and Asa’s, is that mine is the truth. She just doesn’t know exactly how much of a job it really is.
“Sloan, I think it’s safe to say we both left a few important facts out of our class assignment today.”
She laughs a desperate, pained laugh. “Yeah. He should have assigned us more than three. I think five would have covered it.”
“Yep,” I say. “Five facts probably would have been enough to clue me in to the fact that you have a boyfriend.”
She glances up at me, her chin tucked in. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
She drops her shoulders and lowers her voice even more. “For the way I acted in class today,” she says. “For flirting with you. I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said. I swear I’m not that kind of girl. I would have never…”
“Sloan,” I interrupt, hooking my finger under her chin. I stare down at her, knowing full well I need to drop my hand and back the f-__-k away from her. “I don’t think that about you at all. It was harmless fun, that’s it.”
The word harmless looms in the air like a dark, ominous cloud. We both know that Asa is anything but harmless. Talking to her in class, standing with her in this hallway…it’s the harmless moments like these that, if they occur enough, will end up being a hell of a lot more than just harmless. Asa’s thr_@t from earlier repeats in my mind. Everything about this girl is off limits. Asa has made that clear…my career makes that clear. Why can’t I see it that clearly?
I begin to drop my hand when a voice from behind us causes us both to jump.
“You’re missing the party, man.”
I spin around and Dalton is at the top of the stairwell, eyeing me like he’s about to beat my @zz. He has every right to, considering the mess I almost just got myself in.
“Yeah.” I take a deep breath and turn back around to face her. “We’ll talk in class,” I whisper. She nods and lets out a breath, relieved that the voice at the top of the stairs belonged to Dalton and not Asa. She’s not the only one relieved by that.
She turns around and heads back into her room, rather than downstairs. I can see now, based on her environment, why she doesn’t get any sleep.
As soon as the door closes behind her, I spin around and come face to face with Dalton. His nostrils are flaring, a dead giveaway that he’s about to hit me. He shoves me against the wall and wedges his arm between my chest and throat.
“Don’t f-__-k this up,” he seethes. He slaps his palm against the side of my head. “Play smart.”
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ASA POV
ASA
I fold my arms behind my head and lean back on the pillow. “Take off your P@ŋtîēṣ.”
She grins and bends forward, hooking her thumbs in her P@ŋtîēṣ as she slowly slides them down over her hips. Her Břě@šťs are pushed together nicely in a black, transparent bra. I think I’ll let her leave that one on.
“Come here.”
She bends down on the bed and crawls toward me, her long blonde hair tracing up my legs as she slowly glides up my body. She positions herself above me, straddling me. This chick knows what she’s doing. That can be both good and bad. I like a girl who knows how to f-__-k, but it also makes me wonder how many guys she had to f-__-k in order to get so good. I reach over to the nightstand and grab a condom, handing it to her.
“Put it on,” I command. She keeps her eyes trained on mine as she opens it, then brings her hands to my Ďïčk. I grab her wrists and shake my head. “With your mouth.”
She grins and begins to lower her head when I hear the footsteps. Then the bedroom doorknob makes an unsuccessful turn. f-__-k.”Asa, open the door!” Sloan yells from outside the room.
“f-__-k!” I shove the girl onto her back. I stand up and grab my pants, pulling them on as the girl on the bed looks back and forth between me and the door. I pick her clothes up off the floor and throw them toward the closet, pointing for her to go hide.
She stands up and scoffs at my demand, shaking her head.
If this Ɓîtçh really thinks she’s about to walk out of this room with Sloan on the other side of the door, she’s delusional. I grab her by the shoulders and shove her toward the closet.
“Just for a few minutes,” I whisper. She starts to object, so I cover her mouth with mine. Wh@ťěver it takes to shut her up. I drop my hand between her legs, feeling her rely on me for support as her knees begin to buckle beneath her. Needless to say, her anger dissolves with each stroke. She Mõ@ɲs into my mouth and I push her further into my closet, just as Sloan beats on the door for a second time.
“Two minutes,” I whisper. “I’ll get rid of her.”
I kiss her again, then shut the closet door. I grab a towel and wipe my hands, then walk to the bedroom door and open it.
“It’s four o’clock in the afternoon, why are you asleep?” Sloan says, shoving past me.
She’s heading toward the closet, so I grab her by the waist and pull her down onto the bed. “I had class all day. I’m tired,” I say, knowing the lie will ease her resolve.
It does.
She relaxes and curls into my chest. “You actually went to class today?”
I nod and bring my hands to her face, wiping a stray strand of hair out of her eyes, then tuck it behind her ear. I roll her onto her back and hover over her. The distinct bruises on her arms catch my eye, and it reminds me that I never did apologize for that incident in the kitchen.
“I did go to class,” I lie, running my fingers down her arm, over the marks I left on her. “I’m taking it seriously, Sloan. Everything I’ve promised you. I want to make it better.” I bend down and kiss the fingertip bruises. “I love you, babe,” I say softly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Sometimes I forget how fragile your skin is.”
She presses her lips into a thin line and swallows. I can tell she’s trying not to cry. This is going to take a little more work than I thought. “God, Sloan. I don’t deserve you. I swear to you, I’ll make it better. I’ll make it better for both of us, okay?” I take both of her cheeks between the palms of my hands and I kiss her deeply. I know girls like it when guys hold their face while they kiss them; like kissing is their only intention.
It’s bullshit. If guys had their way, the hands would never venture above the tits.
“I love you,” I say again as I glide my hand down to her waist. My Ďïčk swells in my pants, getting a hell of a lot harder than the wh-_-re in the closet could get it.
As many girls as I’ve been with, I can honestly say Sloan turns me on more than any of them. I don’t know what it is about her that I find so much more attractive than the rest of them. Her tits aren’t that big and she’s not even that curvy.
I think it’s her innocence. I like knowing I’m the first and only guy that’s ever f-__-ked her. I like knowing I’ll be the only guy that’ll ever f-__-k her.
I slide my hand underneath her shirt and pull the lace of her bra down. “Let me make it up to you,” I whisper. I press my mouth to the thin layer of shirt covering her Ɲīpplë, and I take it between my teeth. She Mõ@ɲs and arches her back, but pushes against my chest.
“Asa, I just left the gym. I’m all sweaty. Let me take a shower first.”
I release her Ɲīpplë from my mouth and attempt to change her mind by running my hand between her legs, rubbing at the denim of her jeans. “You’re perfect,” I say, licking at the sweet, sweaty skin of her neck. She stiffens, so I increase the pressure of my hand. “Relax,” I whisper. She fights it, but I can feel her slowly melting against my hand. I let the subtle movement of her hips guide my hand to the right spot. I work her up, harder and harder, until she’s on the verge of falling apart beneath my fingertips.
She gives in to my coercion and relaxes her arms above her head. I sit up on my knees and unbutton her pants, easing them down her hips far enough to give me access. I slip my fingers underneath the edge of her P@ŋtîēṣ and ease two of them inside of her. She Mõ@ɲs and grasps at the sheets, balling them up in knots between her white-knuckled fists. I slowly ease my fingers in and out of her, teasing her ćƖĩť with the pad of my thumb. I rake my eyes over her body as I build up speed with my hand. As soon as I feel the shudders rising up from her, I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her hard. She lets out a scream that’s completely muffled by my mouth. God, I love it when she screams into my mouth. Her breath slides down my throat in labored waves, mixing with mine. I continue rubbing her until she stiffens beneath me and tries to pull my hand away. I slip my hand out of her P@ŋtîēṣ, pulling them back into position.
“You can go shower now.” I kiss her again and she grabs my face, then pushes me onto my back and rolls on top of me.
“What about you?” she asks, reaching down to unzip my pants.
I grab her hand and pull it away. “I owed you one,” I say. “Now go shower. We’re going out tonight.”
She smiles. “Like on a date?”
“Not like a date. It is a date.”
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