Unwritten: A High School Bully Romance: The Longlake Duet, Book 1

by Hattie Jude

  “Look at me,” he says again.

  I force my eyes open and he curses.

  “You feel like heaven and hell all at once. Something this beautiful could only be sin.” His voice is like a caress and I nearly come again with his words.

  He groans and pulls out one more time before slamming back into me. From then on, every plunge into me is hard and fast, deeper, until he reaches the deepest part of me. Our breaths are labored and I scratch my nails down his back, unable to take it for much longer.

  It’s too raw.

  Too real.

  Too perfect.

  “Come with me,” he chokes out. “Come with me so I can get back inside of you and do this all over again.”

  My insides clench around him tightly and he groans into my mouth. When I feel him harden right before he comes, I fall over the edge again, and it’s the most spectacular feeling I’ve ever experienced. It lasts forever and we both ride the wave for as long as we can.

  His face ends up in my neck and there’s a brief awkward moment when he leans back and stares at me again before pulling out. He climbs off of me and walks to the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later and crawling into bed.

  We don’t look at one another as we catch our breath. But he reaches out and takes my hand and loops his fingers through mine. Just that little bit of contact makes me feel better.

  It’s not even five minutes later when he puts my hand on his already hard cock and says, “Come over here.”

  I don’t argue. There are some battles I’m willing to fight, and tonight, this is not one of them. I’ll deal with the aftermath in the morning.

  Chapter Seventeen

  I wake up to the sun shining right in my eyes. There’s a tiny opening through the curtains. The other side of the bed is empty. I ignore the twinge in my chest that feels similar to disappointment.

  No, I won’t allow it.

  I glance at my phone and see that I’ve missed several texts from Ashton and one from Luci. I slept later than I expected to—it’s almost nine. I text them both, letting them know I’m okay and I call the hospital and they put me through to my mom’s room.

  When my mom answers, she sounds groggy.

  “I hope I didn’t wake you up. I wanted to talk to the nurse, but they just put me through to you.”

  “It was a long night. Hard to get any sleep in a hospital.”

  “Do you think you’ll get to come home today still?”

  “As far as I know. How are things going over there?”

  I picture Raf leaning over me, his eyes memorizing my body as he fucked me from kingdom come and I flush. “It’s going well. I haven’t gotten up yet, still being lazy, but I wanted to see when I should pick you up.”

  “Listen, Stefen just walked in. I better go. I’ll talk to you soon.”

  “Oh. What—”

  But she’s already hung up.

  I get up and take a shower and when I step out, Raf is leaning against the bathroom door.

  “Who is Luke?”

  I frown.

  “Who is he?” His face is harsh lines and his eyes slash through me, the memory of last night already distant.

  “Good morning to you too. I guess we weren’t lying when we said things would go back to normal today.”

  “Goddamn right. You fuck me one minute and then cry out Luke’s name not even half an hour later? You can fucking tell me who he is.”

  “I would’ve thought you’d know by now. Seems like you’ve made it a point to know everything else about me. Or did your investigator father not fill you in on that too?”

  He stalks toward me and when I try to tuck the top of the towel so it’ll stay together, he yanks it away and it falls to the floor.

  “I want one more time with you.”

  “No.” I shake my head, turning from him and facing the mirror. I rinse my face with cold water and dry it off and when I set the towel down, his chest is against my back. His fingers trail down my back and when he reaches my backside, he squeezes before giving it a sound slap. I jolt and glare at him in the mirror.

  “Tell me who he is.”

  “He’s no one.”

  He gives my ass another slap. “Not the correct answer.”

  “He’s from my past.”

  “Do you love him?”

  I scoff, the resentment too deep to even acknowledge his stupidity and he tugs my hair back, forcing me to look in the mirror.

  “Did you really think you could give me your body and things could return to normal?”

  “Yes. And it seems they have. You’re being the same idiot you always are.”

  “Answer my question.”

  “No, I do not love him.”

  His hand loosens in my hair and he runs his fingers down my breast, tugging my nipple. “Do you love Ashton?”

  “Ashton is my friend. I love him very much.”

  His eyes darken but he doesn’t stop his movements across my chest. “Have you had sex with Ashton?”

  “None of your business.”

  He pulls my hair back again and nips my neck with his teeth. “Not an answer.”

  “You don’t call all the shots, Raf.”

  “I do where you’re concerned.” He buries his nose into my neck but not before I see the smirk he tries to hide. “Bend over.”

  “No.”

  “If I put my fingers in your pussy and you’re not wet, I will let you go, no more questions. If you’re dripping, I will sink into you so deep, you’ll forget your name.”

  My mouth falls open and when he drags his fingers down to my drenched center, I groan loud, my eyes fluttering back. He bends me over the counter and slides a condom on, plunging into me the next second.

  We both moan when he’s inside all the way.

  “Why do you have to fit me so perfectly?” He wraps my hair around his fist and tugs up, so I will look in the mirror. He pulls out and brings his cock up, tapping it over my clit. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t look away.

  When he thrusts into me again, my boobs bounce with each movement and he looks like a god behind me, fiery and capable of inflicting eternal damnation. I fall apart when his fingers circle my clit and go weak against him.

  “Let it out, baby,” he whispers. “Let me hear you sing.”

  I squeeze him so tight, coming so hard, he groans and collapses against my back, convulsing inside me.

  When we slow down and I think he’s about to pull out, he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. I look up at him in the mirror and am stunned by the vulnerability in his face. He leans down and kisses my shoulder and I shiver, turning my head toward him. I meet his eyes then and he leans his forehead against mine. It’s a brief moment, but it feels like something shifted in that tiny span of time.

  He pulls out and throws the condom in the trash, washing his hands afterward. He turns on the shower and holds out his hand.

  “Want another since I dirtied you up so thoroughly?”

  I step in the shower behind him and watch as he runs his hands through my hair, getting it wet again.

  “I love your hair,” he whispers.

  I swallow hard and put my fingers on his lips and down his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing underneath me.

  “What if we didn’t hate everything about each other? Would that be so bad?”

  “It’s impossible to hate your tits,” he whispers. “And your ass is the thing dreams are made of.”

  I laugh, my face flushing with embarrassment. But his words are life. “So basically my looks do it for you but nothing else.”

  He smirks and I feel his cock bounce up between us. I take the soap and slide the suds over his chest and back, his legs. And when I get on my knees and soap up his cock, I make sure to get it fully clean before I dirty him up myself.

  I swallow every drop and know that I have a big problem.

  I won’t be able to give him up. Ever. Not willingly.

  “Your mouth is also exce
llent…when you’re not speaking,” he whispers in my ear before we get out of the shower.

  “Good thing I can’t keep my mouth shut.”

  I walk out to the bedroom with the towel wrapped around me and my clothes are lying on the bed, clean and folded.

  “Thank you,” I say when he comes out of the bathroom still naked. I admire his body in the light of day.

  God, he’s gorgeous. I turn away, already feeling the heaviness of this coming to an end. Whatever this has been.

  “I was lying. I know who Luke is. And I know where he is…all the more reason for you to get out of here and leave Longlake.”

  I tilt my head, speechless. “What do you mean? Where is he?”

  He shakes his head. “I can’t tell you that.”

  “Why not?” I snap, stepping chest to chest with him.

  “He’s working with my father.”

  I fall back, my legs hitting the bed, as the wind is knocked out of me.

  “And if you even breathe a word of this to anyone, specifically your mother, it will all be over for both of you. Do I make myself clear?”

  I stare up at him and gulp, the tears threatening to surface again unless I can get a grip fast. I stand up, turning my back to him while I put on my clothes.

  “I hate you, Raf Barron.”

  “Good. I hate you too, Gabriela Sinclair.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  When Raf goes to his room to get dressed, I go out the back door and am almost to my car when I feel a sharp chill go down my spine. I turn to look over my shoulder and am hit in the back of the head, my vision going black.

  When I wake up, I’m in the car and we’re speeding through the roads near my house. I turn to see who’s driving and groan at the movement but am glad to see that it’s Raf.

  “You’re awake. Stay still. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

  I hold my head. “My head hurts, but I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the hospital.”

  “We need to get you checked out. Did you see who did this?”

  “No. You didn’t?”

  “He ran when he heard me coming. I saw the back of a guy with a ski mask on. Did he say anything?”

  “No,” I whisper.

  He turns to glare at me and I lean my head against the back of the seat.

  “Stop looking at me that way.”

  “Why were you trying to leave?”

  “I wanted to see my mom…and I needed space.”

  “God, Gabi. You could’ve been killed. What were you thinking?”

  I watch the houses flash by as we drive past. A few more turns and we’re pulling into the hospital parking lot.

  “Why would your dad be working for Luke?”

  “He’s not working for him,” he snaps. “You’ve got it backwards. Forget I said anything. It’s best you stay out of it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I hoped it’d be—just forget it.”

  “How can I forget something like that?”

  “My dad said your mom will be discharged soon.” His voice is gruff, but it sounds almost like a peace offering.

  I’m having trouble getting past the images of the way he looked at me last night versus the coldness he’s putting out today.

  It’s the loneliest feeling in the world.

  When he parks, he doesn’t move right away. He turns off the ignition and turns to face me. “About last night…”

  I hold up my hand and he pauses. “You don’t need to say anything about it. We can just pretend it never happened.”

  His face flushes and his jaw ticks a few beats. “Right. Okay. I’m glad we’re…clear on that.” He leans down when he sees the sign near where we’re parked. “I think we’ll be okay here until we can get you checked. Come on, I told my dad we’ll be here and can bring your mom home while he goes and checks out your place…if everything is okay with your head.”

  “It’s a waste of time for me to be seen. I’ve got a lump on my head. No big deal.”

  He ignores me and steps out of the car, coming around to open my door. I huff inside, knowing I’m not getting out of this and annoyed by everything Raf-related right now. I can’t even have the morning walk of shame in peace.

  I’m checked in and an hour later, a nurse calls my name.

  “Can you go check on my mom while I’m in here?” I ask Raf.

  “I’m coming with you,” he says, smiling at the nurse.

  “No, you’re not.”

  He slides his arms around my waist and nuzzles my neck. I’m stunned into silence. “I have to make sure you’re okay, baby. You would do the same for me.”

  I stare up at him and when he kisses the tip of my nose, it takes everything in me not to kick him in the balls. It would give me warm fuzzies if I thought he meant any of it, but it’s all about him having control and I’m sick of it. I don’t want to cause a scene with the nurse, so I exhale and follow her. She’s swooning over Raf’s sweetness and wouldn’t notice if I keeled over dead.

  A few minutes later, a doctor comes in the tiny room. He tests my eyes and feels around for any weird bumps. He wants to do a CT-scan, but I tell him it’s not necessary.

  “I didn’t want to come. I feel okay. My head is already getting better.”

  “I’d feel better if we do a scan.”

  “She definitely needs the scan,” Raf speaks up. I roll my eyes and he acts like he doesn’t notice.

  “It won’t take long. Have you had any strange symptoms? Blurred vision, nausea, confusion, dizziness…excessive fatigue?”

  “No, but everything went black when I was first hit. I don’t know how long.”

  “Not good,” the doctor says.

  “It couldn’t have been more than a minute or two, but I’m still worried about her,” Raf says.

  The doctor nods and writes a few things on his chart. “I’ll see how soon we can get you back. Jessica will be back to take you,” he says and then leaves the room.

  Jessica comes in and says the technician is backed up and offers me a drink. I shake my head and she turns to Raf, offering him a drink. Her eyes say that if she could, she would strip him down and swallow him whole. I groan and turn to my side so I don’t have to watch her eye-fucking him any longer. I don’t blame her. He is so beautiful and now that I know what he feels like…my face flames and I feel my eyes welling with tears. I’m suddenly exhausted. How am I going to survive living next door to Raf now that I’ve slept with him? It was the best night of my life. I’ve fallen for the unattainable once again, the worst possible option for me.

  Except he makes my feelings for Luke look child’s play.

  I wipe my tears away quickly, silently cursing myself for getting emotional. It’s just too much. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but everything is falling apart.

  Jessica leaves the room and Raf is quiet for a moment. He puts his hand on my shoulder and I keep facing the wall. I can’t look at him.

  “Gabi? Are you okay?”

  I know if I answer, I’ll give away that I’ve been crying, so I lie still and pretend that I’m falling asleep. He jostles my shoulder.

  “Hey, I don’t think you’re supposed to fall asleep.”

  When I still don’t respond, he crawls into bed behind me, spooning me, and there’s no way I could sleep with how awake his body makes me.

  He puts his lips to the shell of my ear and when he speaks, liquid rushes between my legs.

  “It’s going to be okay. We’ll find whoever did this.” His lips brush across my skin and hair and he holds me tight, making me feel safer than I should.

  My breathing levels out and when they come to take me for the scan later, I’m calm and ready for whatever is next. I don’t know how I became dependent on my enemy, but it seems I have. In more ways than one.

  The results of the scan show no visible signs of a concussion, but to be on the safe side, I’m given pain medication and told to come back if I show any signs of the long list of symptoms Jessica reads off. Nearly thr
ee hours after we arrived, I’m released.

  We walk upstairs to my mom’s room and she’s waiting for us, discharge papers in her hand. When the nurse comes back around, she wheels Mom out and Raf runs to pull the car around so she won’t have to walk far.

  When he pulls up, he rushes around to help her into the car even though I’m there to help her.

  “Thank you, Raf,” she says.

  I turn so she can’t see me flush and I get in the backseat. He’s right there, helping me like I’m an invalid too. I try to convey with my glare that I don’t want my mom knowing I’ve been in the hospital too, but either he doesn’t get the message or he chooses to ignore me.

  The first thing he says when he gets in the car is, “Gabriela was assaulted in your driveway.”

  “What? Gabi? Why didn’t you tell me? Are you okay?”

  “I didn’t tell you because I’m fine. If Raf would’ve waited two seconds, I could’ve gotten around to it.” I glare at him in the rearview mirror.

  His eyes narrow and I shake my head at him, angry that he’s butting in.

  “Did you see who it was?” she whispers, turning all the way around to try to read me.

  My skin is hot and my head is still hurting. I lean my head against the window. “No, I didn’t. And I’m fine. No cuts or breaks or concussions…”

  “We have to watch her to be sure about the concussion,” Raf says.

  “Where were you hurt?”

  I point to the back of my head and her cheek sucks in on one side, eyes flashing.

  “Is that why your dad left in such a hurry and you’re the one taking us home?”

  “Yes.” Raf doesn’t elaborate the point and we’re quiet the rest of the way. When he pulls up to our houses, he pulls into his driveway instead of ours and I lean up against the backseat to protest.

  “Gabi, I’ve already talked to Stefen about this. We’ll stay with them for a few days, at least until it feels safe to go back to our house.”

  I fall back, too exhausted to fight it. I don’t know how to deal with Raf after our night together if I’m in his space non-stop. This is a disaster waiting to happen. And what about our parents? They’re going to take one look at my face and know what we did. I just know it.