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I’d better find another girl just as hot and get the redhead out of my head, and fast.
I intended to fuck her and leave her. But that’s too dangerous now. I don’t like the hold her body has had on me in such a short time. I don’t like the way I react around her. My brain wants to be reasonable, but my cock…
A feminine scent invades my nostrils as a hand rests on my tense thigh, close to my erection. A heady scent, much too strong, as if my nose was dipped in a bag of candy.
Nothing to do with the light vanilla smell that stuck to me two days ago. My God, what am I saying? I’m being a total idiot.
I let Kacey’s hand squeeze my thigh and move up slowly, brazenly. The freshman wants to make it here but screwed up the second test. She seems to think that being between my thighs will help her.
I rest my arms on the armrests, watching for her next move. Let’s see what she does next. Her long black hair is scattered over her shoulders as she gives me a shy look.
Oh, no need to pretend, honey, I know exactly what you want.
Sarah stares at us strangely from across the room, but I ignore her. Eventually, I am able to focus on the moment.
Kacey brushes my erection with her fingertips, clearly not caring that we’re being scrutinized by half the room.
“Am I the one who’s making you feel good, Tucker?”
No.
I frown as the word almost leaves my mouth. I pull myself together, a smile on my lips. “What do you think?”
She laughs softly, biting her bottom lip and pressing her chest against my chest as her tongue goes for my neck. I close my eyes and struggle to focus on her tongue, not someone else’s. But my cock is somewhere else.
Shit, I’m just confused by what just happened, nothing else, right?
“My best friend!” shouts TJ from across the room.
My eyelids open abruptly. I turn my head toward the living room entrance while Kacey is still licking my neck.
My fists clench, and I restrain myself from tossing the girl aside unceremoniously. I don’t understand my reaction until I notice, a few feet away, a hazel gaze pointed at me. A look which wants to be neutral, but which is far from achieving that.
A furious look.
17. An Eye for an Eye, a Tooth for a Tooth
Iris
My brain tells me to move, to turn my head, but I can’t. Like a dummy, I stare at the scene. The brunette on Tucker’s lap continues to stroke his cock while whispering something in his ear.
She moans and rubs her breasts against him.
Tucker watches me strangely. The look of surprise in his eyes disappears, his expression changes. His hands rest on the girl’s shoulders, as if wondering what he should do.
My eyes analyze his body while he remains frozen. From here, I can see the erection stretching his pants. He’s enjoying her attention. I bet he’s already imagining fucking her.
I’m stupid.
This is what assholes like him do. I knew it, I have only myself to blame.
A few days ago, he was between my thighs. Okay, we were caught up in a moment, without thinking, and okay, we definitely didn’t have sex. But damn, his tongue was in my mouth and he was moaning against me.
Maybe he realized that I wouldn’t give him what he wanted, so he’s getting his action elsewhere? After all, he doesn’t have to answer to me, right? We keep pushing each other away, calling each other names. So…why do I feel this way? Damn it, am I jealous?
I take it on myself to not let anything show and then, with a haughty air, I smile widely at him. I know my expression is far from friendly, I know my eyes must be shooting lightning bolts. But I can’t let him understand that he just touched me. I can’t let him see that his behavior is doing something to me.
Don’t let it show, Iris. Don’t look at them anymore.
