Liar: A Dark College Romance (Hillcrest University Book 6)

by Candace Wondrak

  When our lips parted, I whispered, “I’m sorry.” I was never one for apologizing before, but now, I felt like I couldn’t apologize enough. How the tables had fucking turned.

  Ash said nothing, her mouth once again finding mine. My hands held onto her sides as I pulled her off the door, spinning her so that she backed up to the bed in the room. I thought we were in her room, but honestly, it was so hard to tell. My focus was only on her, on how her lips felt molded against mine, the push and pull of our tongues meeting, igniting a deep-seated yearning within me only she could put out.

  The moment I felt her tongue toy with my lower lip, I reached down and began to pull off my shirt, breaking apart our mouths for only a second before meeting her ravenous lips again. Her hands roamed my chest, moving lower, fingertips lightly grazing my abdomen and the tiny squares residing there. Her hands brought to life the memory of what she did to me at the zoo, and my chest practically rumbled with a growl when I felt those hands leave my body to tear off her own shirt.

  Soon enough we were naked, and she fell backward onto the bed. I went with her, pinning her down again, her soft, tender skin setting mine on fire anywhere she touched. To say that I needed to be inside of her, to say that I had to feel her cunt wrapped around me this very instant, it wouldn’t say enough.

  It was a desperate type of need. An aching carnality I’d never felt before. A yearning deep within my soul, like every part of me, even the intangible parts, craved this girl hard.

  Her fingers weaved through my hair, our breathing in sync as we got lost in each other. It…really was different, when you were with someone you loved. You didn’t need to rush. You could savor each and every sensation while knowing it wouldn’t be your last. You could close your eyes and feel safe, give your all to the other person. I’d never felt like that before. I’d never allowed myself to feel this way.

  Fucking pathetic. I was pathetic in every single way when it came to Ash, and the worst part of it all was: I didn’t give a shit.

  I lifted my head off hers, my eyelids cracking open to view her. Ash’s blonde and pink hair splayed around her head, her eyes half open and her lips puckered and swollen from our kisses. Her chest heaved, her nipples little points as they brushed against my chest with each breath. Not an ounce of the girl who’d built up walls, who’d gotten back at me for the things I said and did. This was a different Ash, and her vulnerability was beautiful.

  I hoped I looked back at her with certainty, with conviction and trust, the way a man looked at the woman he loved more than life itself.

  The pressure my hips placed upon her midsection lessened, allowing her to spread her legs. Ash did so without hesitation, all the while gazing up at me. “Well?” she asked, her voice husky. “What are you waiting for?”

  The answer?

  Her.

  I’d always been waiting for her. Even before I’d met her, it was like fate, if you believed in that shit. The answer was Ash, and now that I had her, I’d be damned if I ever let her go. Fuck my family. Fuck everyone else who’d look down on us. Fuck the whole goddamned world.

  I said nothing, never breaking eye contact with her as I reached down between us, took hold of the base of my shaft, and guided myself to her entrance. Her slit was wet, and I needed no extra lubrication; I pushed myself inside, watching as her expression morphed, changing from impatience to satisfaction.

  I filled every part of her up, and she took me in to the hilt. And, of course, she felt like fucking heaven. Tight, wet, warm in all the ways that heated my own body up. A ragged breath escaped me, and I struggled to get used to the feeling of her pussy. I’d gotten used to my own hand lately; this blew my hand out of the fucking water.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, feeling her back arch below me. “You feel amazing.”

  Ash couldn’t even speak, she was so lost in the feeling of me inside her. Together, we’d ride cloud nine. We’d fuck it out like no one ever fucked things out before.

  I dragged my hips back, almost delirious with pleasure as I felt her inner core fight with my cock, not wanting me to leave it. So tight it was unreal. And then, then I let instincts take over. Then I let my wild side come out. Then I claimed the girl I’d been dying to have since the very beginning of this whole mess at Hillcrest.

  I pumped into her hard, my thrusting fierce and wild. My balls slapped against her ass each time I filled her up, and Ash’s eyes slammed shut as a series of moans escaped her. Lost in the feeling of being fucked, and I was lost in the feeling of fucking.

  Fucking Ash. There really was nothing better than this.

  Her hands found my lower back, nails digging into my flesh. A bit harder than I would’ve liked, but I let it be, focusing on the tight pussy below me. Time itself ceased to matter, as did everything else outside of this room.

  Her core tightened around my length, and I watched as Ash writhed below me, her muscles spasming. Sweat lined her brow, her lips parting as she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her body almost violently. Her nails dug deeper into my back, but I didn’t let the pain from her grip stop me.

  I fucked her to an orgasm, and I would keep fucking her…even though I really just wanted to lose myself in my own pleasure. Edging was hard, and when it was Ash beneath me, holding it in was even harder.

  The bed rocked beneath us, the sheets crumpling with each thrust. Ash turned her head to the side, her nails loosening in my back, and I leaned my chest down on her, a growl escaping me as I grew a bit rougher. Going harder and going faster was always possible; you just had to try. I slammed into her, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing with the need to release.

  Not quite yet.

  Ash’s legs wrapped around me, taking me in. My lower back muscles tensed as I fought the orgasm from arriving, but it would seem that Ash held power over me, for I could no longer keep it at bay. Pleasure exploded from my core, causing me to nearly collapse on top of her. My eyes slammed shut, and I groaned a deep-throated sound, my heart racing a mile a minute as the orgasm swept through me like a storm surge, undeniable and unavoidable.

  My balls released their seed, and I came inside of her, forever making her mine. I knew she was on birth control, but her popping out a mini-Salvatore was the last thing on my mind. The foremost thing? How fucking amazing her pussy felt around me, how I never wanted to pull out. How, even after my orgasm faded, the pleasure remained, every nerve in my body on fire from this girl.

  I breathed out, “Fuck.” And, although I didn’t want to pull out of her, I did. Once my dick was out, I rolled on my side next to her, breathing hard as I watched her do the same. Our eyes locked, and I smirked as I set my head on a hand, propping my head up. “I win.”

  “You what?” Ash spoke with a huff, though her annoyed look didn’t quite stick the landing. “You don’t win.”

  “Sure I do. I fucked you, and really, that’s all I wanted—” Probably not the best thing to joke about, I realized, because in the next moment, Ash was on top of me, pinning me down on the bed now, her eyes furious.

  “Take that back,” she whispered in mock rage. She lowered her head to mine, her hair draping around me and blocking out the rest of the world. One of her hands moved to my neck, and her fingers curled around it. Not hard, but hard enough.

  A habit of Travis’s that had rubbed off on her, if I had to guess. Trav had a very…domineering way about him in the bedroom.

  “What happens if I say no?” I asked, feeling her hand around my throat with every word spoken. Not going to lie, my dick was still rock hard, and the tip of it quivered when I imagined her on top, riding me to another orgasm.

  “I’ll make you regret it.”

  “How? By being on top? Please say yes—”

  Her nose grazed mine, her lips brushing mine just enough to elicit a rapidly-beating heart in my chest. “By leaving you all hot and bothered with nowhere to go.”

  “You are too cruel.”

  The hand around my throat moved to my chest, and her finge
r circled a nipple. A peculiar sensation, but something that made my cock twitch nonetheless. “Maybe, maybe not. I won’t be cruel if you take it back.”

  The smirk on my face faded as I met her eyes. “You want me to lie? Because I did win, and you’re the best prize anyone could ask for.” I reached up, tucking some of her wild hair behind an ear. She sat on me, straddling me, and yet it was like she weighed nothing. “Just because I win doesn’t mean I’m going to run away. Sorry, Ash, but you have this dick for the long haul.”

  Ash grinned, and—I shit you not—I felt it in my chest. No one else’s smiles could affect me the way hers did, no one else’s pouts could tug at my heart like hers. She was…God, she was finally mine.

  “I guess,” she spoke slowly, inching her way down my body, stopping when her ass rubbed against my rock-hard cock, “I’ll have to learn how to deal.” And then, without saying another word, she lifted herself up, my cum dripping out of her cunt, and lowered onto me.

  I swore again. If this was what my life would be like, I could definitely do the same and, in her words, learn how to deal.

  Chapter Twenty-Three – Will

  I tried not to let what was happening in the room next door get to me, but surrounded by Declan and Travis, it was impossible not to. I heard the moans, the bed rocking. I heard more than I wanted to—and that was nothing. I didn’t want Ash with Sawyer. I never wanted them together.

  I supposed, maybe, I simply could’ve told her that, but coming clean, telling her the truth…it just wasn’t in the cards yet.

  Sawyer had laid his filthy hands on Ash, stuck his fucking dick in her like he owned her, and he would pay for it. Ash…I didn’t blame her. How could you blame a moth for being attracted to the flame? If you wanted the moth safe, you had to make sure the moth’s surroundings were flame-free.

  Get rid of Sawyer, get rid of the flame.

  Ash would thank me for it, later on, I knew it without a doubt. Ash would see how right I was, that what I was about to do would save us, save her.

  While Ash and Sawyer were in the bedroom together, it stopped raining. Ash came out, tugging down her shirt and running her hands through her hair. She went straight to the nearest window, peering out. She’d hated being stuck inside all day, though she did have fun at Monopoly. Sawyer wore nothing but shorts, heading into the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge. He came into the living room and plopped himself down on the recliner Ash had sat in during the games. He set his bottle down on the coffee table, toying with the cap.

  He was, of course, way too smug. His cheeks were flushed, and he smirked to himself.

  I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

  “I think it’s stopped raining,” Ash spoke, glancing at us. “Any of you want to go for a walk?”

  Beside me, Declan stood up. “I’ve been going crazy locked in this cabin all day. I’m up for a walk.”

  Travis got to his feet. “I’ll go.” He pointedly looked at Sawyer, who hadn’t said or done a thing, lifting a dark eyebrow, as if wordlessly telling him to come on.

  Sawyer let out a groan. “Ugh, fine. I’ll go, too…since apparently we all have to be one big happy family.” He got to his feet and screwed the cap onto his water. “I’ll need to put some clothes on first, so wait up.”

  “Will?” Ash asked, grey eyes expectant on me.

  I gave her a smile. “Of course.”

  Ash and Declan were the first by the front door, slipping on their tennis shoes. “What happens if we get caught outside in the rain?” Declan asked, causing Ash to laugh.

  “Then I guess it’s a race back to the cabin,” she told him. “Twenty bucks says I win.”

  Sawyer moved to go to his room as the others filed out. I acted like I was right behind them, but then I stopped. I’d told myself the first chance I got to make things right, I would. I wouldn’t keep waiting—if I waited, there might not be another opportunity.

  So instead of following them outside, I tiptoed back to the table, figuring Sawyer would take his bottle before coming along. He did seem very out of breath, having fucked Ash so hard, and for so long. The bottle was half empty, so I doubted he’d offer it to anyone else.

  I was taking a chance, but it was a chance I had to take.

  I reached into my pocket—having prepared myself for a situation like this—and found what I was looking for. A tiny vial, something so small no one would realize anything at all was in my pocket. I’d gotten it from the same contact I bought those pills off of. I had no idea what the regular dose was, but I was going to give him the whole thing. I’d been assured it was tasteless, so…here’s hoping.

  After unscrewing the cap, I quickly poured it in before stuffing the empty vial back into my pocket. Every drip from the vial poured into the water bottle, dissolving as it went. I put the cap on and moved toward the door, slipping on my shoes as quickly as I could. I had the door open, half in, half out, as Sawyer returned.

  And, because I knew him a lot more than I wanted to, he did exactly as I predicted: he went to grab the water bottle before following.

  You know, it was almost too easy.

  Ash and the others were down the steps, standing in the wet dirt, chatting it up. The moment Sawyer and I joined them, Ash said, “All right, where to? There has to be some nature trails around here somewhere.”

  “I think if we go to the lake, the trailheads will be easier to find,” Travis said, and he was right. We walked to the lake, the skies a dark, ominous grey above us. No one else was out, which lent to an eerie atmosphere. The trailhead we found after walking a good way on the lake’s shore said the trail was over two miles long.

  “Do you guys think you can handle a two-mile walk?” Ash asked, grinning.

  “It might be four miles roundtrip,” Declan said, shrugging. “I don’t care. We’ve been cooped up in that cabin all day, I’m just glad to get out.”

  “Same,” Sawyer said—taking a huge swig from his water bottle. “Though I’m sure we can always find more fun things to do in the cabin.” His green gaze landed on Ash, and he smirked.

  I said, “Let’s walk the trail.” Ash nodded in agreement with me, and together we went. All the while I kept an eye on Sawyer, watching as his water dwindled. It shouldn’t be too long now. He’d start to feel dizzy, a little lightheaded, and he’d probably want to go back to the cabin. Since Ash clearly wanted to walk, he’d offer to go back by himself.

  At least, that’s what I thought would happen. When you were silent and watching, you learned how to predict people very well.

  The lake became a distant memory behind us, the path under our feet mixed with mud and rocks. Everything outside smelled of rain, and with the cool breeze, I knew more rain was on its way.

  Not even five minutes into the trail, Sawyer lagged behind. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him hold the side of his head. He tried to carry on, but it wasn’t too much longer before he muttered, “Guys, I’m not feeling so hot. I think I’m going to go back and…take a nap, or something.”

  Everyone else stopped to stare at him, and Travis’s blue gaze moved to Ash. She scoffed, “Hey, I didn’t wear him out that much, okay? So stop looking at me like that.” She lifted a finger towards Sawyer as she added, “If you brought a sickness with you…I will not be a happy camper.”

  “I’m not sick,” Sawyer tried to say, looking a bit pale. “I’m just tired. You guys go on ahead. I know the way back.”

  “You sure?” Declan asked, brows creased in worry.

  Fuck. Somehow Sawyer even had Declan under his thumb—not something I’d allow. Glad I was going to take care of him tonight. After tonight, I wouldn’t have to worry about Sawyer interfering where he didn’t belong.

  “Yeah, yeah.” Sawyer said nothing else as he turned around, waved, and walked back the way we came.

  The group was silent as we picked up our pace again. I knew I couldn’t go after him right away, but I also knew I had to somehow get away before the others. Plan
ting the seed would be the hardest part.

  Luckily, Ash’s mind was on Sawyer, for she broke the group’s silence as she asked, “Should we stop and go back with him? I feel kind of bad. He was fine a little bit ago.”

  I opened my mouth to suggest that they keep going, that I could instead go back and check on him, but Travis beat me to it: “I’m sure Sawyer’s fine. He’d probably be annoyed if we all went back with him. Like we’re babysitting him or something.” His azure stare roamed between Ash and Declan, finally landing on me. “One of us could go back, just to make sure he’s okay, if you’re that worried about him.”

  Waiting a beat, I said, “I guess I can go.” When Ash turned that grey stare to me, I shrugged. “I’m not much of a hiker anyways.” None of us were. Everything we were doing here was only to make her happy.

  “Are you sure?” Ash asked, probably because she knew Sawyer wasn’t my favorite guy.

  I nodded. “I’m sure.” I moved toward her, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. “It’s no problem.” Anyone with ears would believe the lies I told; I was getting better at them, not to toot my own horn.

  The smile I wore did not fade until they were gone, until I was alone. Once I was surrounded by nature, I let myself pick up the pace. I didn’t outright run, just in case someone did see me—because a guy running in the woods by himself seemed kind of fishy; Beacon Hills was not the place you went to for a nightly jog.

  It was a damned good thing I was the one who went back, because at the base of the steps leading up to the cabin, I spotted Sawyer, collapsed on the ground. The water bottle rolled out of his hand, beneath the cabin, under the first step. Maybe he’d passed out while walking up the steps, or maybe he collapsed before he could reach them. Either way, I sure hoped he was alive. Otherwise, my plan wouldn’t be as spectacular.