Disobeying Him

by M. K. Hale

  She opened the door and bit her lip. Her sexy, swollen, and pink lip. “Nate, fancy seeing you here.”

  She had sex eyes. Eyes shining, “Fuck me and fuck me hard.” What the hell was she doing showing me her sex eyes at a time like this? She did not know I could not sleep with her for four more days, but jeez, she could have at least made it a little easier on me. She wore a thin red camisole—knowing it was my favorite color on her—with no bra—knowing it was my favorite clothing choice for her.

  The tips of her breasts strained through the fabric.

  “Come in?” she purred, opening her door wider. She may as well have opened her legs and said, “Come inside me, baby.” Or my horniness was causing new levels of delusion. Either way, I needed to get control of myself. If she were shorter, the tent in my pants might have poked her eye out. For her safety, I needed to tamper down my arousal. And possibly tape it down, too. Whatever worked.

  “Um, we can talk in the hallway.” Remain. Strong. But she wrapped her hands around my forearm and tugged me inside her room. “Or not.”

  I rubbed the back of my neck as it heated just from being in an enclosed space with her. Allie. My girlfriend. My girlfriend whom I yearned to pleasure but could not while my twelve-year-old sister stayed in my room for four more days. Four. Fuck. Four was such an annoying number. Way more annoying than two. A little less annoying than five.

  “You look tired, Nate,” Allie whispered, still clutching one of my arms. The warmth from her delicate hand seeped through my shirt, skin, and right to my bones. “Want to rest a bit?” She shoved me so hard, she wrenched a surprised noise from me as my body collapsed back onto her mattress.

  Creaks sprung from the bed as it absorbed my weight. “Allie, what the—”

  She pulled her camisole down until her breasts fell out, swinging and aching for my touch. She crawled up my body on her bed, pausing when her nipples were level with my mouth. “I’ve been a good girl, Nate. Where’s my reward?”

  My thoughts were a chant of, “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I could not look away if I tried, and I did not try, because what would be the point?

  “Allie,” I breathed her name. In and out. Her breasts swayed above me back and forth like a hypnotic pendant my eyes could not escape.

  “Don’t you think I deserve a reward, Nate?” She kissed up my neck, her lips no doubt able to tell the fast beating of my heart. “I think you deserve a reward too.”

  “W-What kind of reward?” No. Fight it. Four more days. Blue would return from the bathroom any minute and be back in my room, able to hear any noise above a whisper through Allie’s wall.

  “That’s up to you, Mr. Dominant. How do you want me? My hands, my mouth, my—”

  “Okay.” I raised my hands to lightly push her away, but she shifted at the same time. My palms met the bare flesh of her chest and squeezed the swells on instinct. I groaned, pressing my lips together as tight as possible. Do not play with her nipples. Whatever you do, do not—My fingers flicked them, and I watched them harden before caressing the tips in fast circles.

  She rocked her hips down on me, rubbing against my throbbing erection hard enough for me to see not just stars but a whole constellation. All I had to do was rip off those tiny jean shorts of hers and slide my hand into her panties to feel her wetness. To prove she was as turned on as me. As lost in me as I was in her.

  “I-I can’t do this right now,” I said, even as I continued to buck up between her legs to rock myself against her inner heat and massage her breasts.

  “Why not?”

  Because my little sister will hear us. Because your moans don’t have a quiet setting, nor do I want them to. “I have work to do.”

  “Do me instead,” she offered with a smile dipped in as much lust as humor.

  “I can’t.”

  She frowned, annoyance flashing in her green eyes and distracting me. “Why can’t you?”

  Great, now she was mad at me. “I told you I have work to do.”

  She sat up, removing her breasts from my hands, and paused her grinding. She crossed her arms under her heavenly cleavage, framing it. “What is more important than this?”

  Nothing. Wait, no. My sister. Right. That was the correct answer. But she could not know Blue was here without finding out I had also lied to her about telling my boss about us. “School?”

  “You would rather do homework than grope and be groped by your super hot girlfriend?” she asked, disbelief in her expression.

  “Um.” You made your bed, now sleep in it. Alone. “Yes?”

  She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes on me. Analyzing me the way she knew I hated. “Is this a game?”

  “Huh?”

  “Is this some kind of Dom game where I keep touching you until you give in or something?”

  “How is that a game?”

  “I don’t know.” She lifted her arms, making her breasts jiggle lewdly in my face. “You’re the kinky one.”

  I leaned up and yanked the neckline of her tank top back over her bare chest, so it covered the biggest distraction as to why I could not sleep with her. “I just think we should…wait.” For four days. Then go at it like animals. With the same amount of biting.

  “Wait? Why? We did more before we were even an actual couple.” True. She shifted off of me on the bed. “I know you want me because that is not a phone in your pocket.” She pointed down at my erection, and I frowned. “Why do you always pull back and stop?”

  “I didn’t know you wanted sex so much.” Lies. Blame. I wanted sex just as much as her, if not more. I was dying from not touching her or hearing her moans in my ear. But I had to wait until Blue was gone. “We’ve only been going out for a few days.”

  “I’m not some sex maniac,” she said, and I wanted to bang my head for making her think I saw her that way. “I just thought you would want to, so why don’t you want to?”

  “Allie.” She thought I did not want her? “Of course, I want to. I just—I haven’t been in a relationship in a while and neither have you. You said before that you have one-night stands because you’re uncomfortable being intimate.”

  Great, Nate, put the blame on her some more. The only reason my tongue was not circling her clit at this very moment was because my little sister might hear Allie screaming my name and be scarred forevermore. This sucked. I did not want her thinking she was the reason I kept stopping us from going forward.

  “It’s not like I can’t wait for some action,” she said. “I just want you to act like you want it too.”

  It was not possible for me to want her more than I did. Think up some explanation. Put the blame on me. “I’ve done a lot of things with girls, and I’ve never gotten into the emotional side of things. It was just sex.” Great, just what every girlfriend wanted to hear. “I wanted to go slower with you. You’re special to me.”

  “And what about handcuffs?”

  My body twitched on her bed at the image of her cuffed. “Allie…”

  “Do you want to try stuff like that with me?”

  “I don’t like talking about this.”

  “Just tell me how you feel and where you stand, and I won’t bother you about this again.” She wanted to know I wanted her.

  “Really?” My voice came out rough. “You want to know all the things I want to do to you?”

  She clapped, and I rolled my eyes at her childish excitement. “Please,” she exclaimed.

  I leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I want to tie you to my bed and lick every inch of your body.” Her breath caught at my sentence. “Every moment I’m with you, I have to fight an internal battle with myself because I don’t want to treat you like other girls, but I also want to pull you to me and kiss you until you think I’ll never stop. I want to fuck you against the wall, on my desk, in my bed. I want you all the time, but I stop before we go farther because what I need from you is more important than what I want. And also because I know the longer we wait, the more everything will build up until ne
ither of us can take it anymore. And some things, Allie, are worth the wait.”

  But I was not.

  Because I still lied to her. And I had no plans to stop.

  Then the door to my room slammed shut.

  Chapter 24

  Allie:

  * * *

  “What was that?” I asked after the sound of Nate’s door closed while he laid on my bed as I sat next to him. Was someone else staying in the dorm during the holiday break? Were they breaking into his room? Why did he not appear more concerned? There was a robber, a thief strutting around—

  He knew who was in his room. Another girl? I would kill her. He was cheating on me? I would kill him. We had been together for just a few days, and he could not keep it in his pants long enough for a one-week anniversary? I wanted him to take it out of his pants. For me.

  So he would not sleep with me because he wanted to wait, but he would sleep with other women?

  I growled, my body tensing more and more with each second ticking by. My DNA transformed into that of a tigress as I stared down at him.

  He opened his mouth and inhaled. “It’s not what you think.”

  I leaped off the bed and sprinted out of my room.

  “Stop!” he yelled, running after me and grabbing my waist.

  From our opposing forces coming together, we spun and fell into the wall of the hallway. I escaped his warm hands and ran to Nate’s door. My palm hovered, about to connect with his doorknob, when he tackled me to the tiled floor, turning us midair so his body absorbed most of the blow.

  “You’re cheating on me?” I shrieked, tears coming faster than my thoughts could. I should not feel so broken up. All men were monsters. Except for Gavin. “You’re no better than Logan.”

  Nate froze beside me on the ground. His arms snapped away from me, uncaging me as he sat up on his knees. “What the fuck did you just say?”

  I clenched my teeth but spoke through them. “I said you’re no better than Logan.”

  It was his turn to growl. “Never compare me to him ever again.”

  “He cheated on me too.”

  “I didn’t—” Nate dropped his head and let out a frustrated sound. “That’s it. I’m never lying again.” He stood up and offered me his hand. “Come on.”

  I slapped his palm away and got up by myself. “How dare you?” I pounded a finger into the hard muscles of his chest with each word.

  “Shut up,” he said. “I’d never cheat on you. Don’t be stupid.”

  Red clouded my vision. “You think I’m stupid?”

  “If you think I could even look at another girl after you’ve fucking blinded me, then yeah, I think you’re stupid.”

  The bubbles of rage pooling in my stomach lightened into butterflies so fast I almost became nauseous. “What?”

  “Just come on.” He pulled me to his room, knocked on the door, and walked me inside.

  On Nate’s chair, at his desk, sat a young girl with the same shade of dark brown hair as Nate. This was the sister Nate had mentioned? He was not cheating on me. His sister was here. And by the look of the two stuffed suitcases, she had been staying here for days.

  And I was just now meeting her?

  I whacked Nate’s ass hard enough to make him jump, yelp, and make his sister giggle.

  He cradled his stinging cheeks. “Why did you do that?”

  “That was for not introducing me to your sister and for making me think you cheated.” I stepped closer to the girl. “I’m Allie.” I waited for recognition to light up her bright eyes, for her say to Nate, “So this is the girl you’ve told me so much about.” But she did not react to my name.

  Instead, she reached out a hand to shake like the middle-aged professional she was not and said, “Nice to meet you. My name is Bluebell—uh, Blue—Reddington.” Of course, the sister of Nate would not just say, “I’m Blue.” She needed some fun just as much as he did. “Are you one of Nate’s residents?”

  “Yes.” I glanced at Nate, who speared nervous fingers through his hair.

  He had not told her about me at all? She was the person closest to him; what did it say about us that he had never mentioned me? At all? A bit of rage came back, but hurt was what leaked into my stomach and burned the inner lining.

  “Allie is…” Nate trailed off. “She’s, um…”

  “Need some help?” I asked, lifting my eyebrows as he dug his own grave.

  “We’re um, well, we’re together,” he spat out.

  Blue’s mouth dropped open. “You have a girlfriend?”

  “And a gorgeous one,” I added. “Shocking, I know.”

  “Wow, Nate hasn’t had a girlfriend since—”

  “Okay,” he said. “That’s enough. Allie, Blue. Blue, Allie. Blue is not supposed to be here, so we have to keep her secret until the end of break.” Why was she staying here instead of at their home? Also, awww, Nate let her stay with him.

  No wonder he did not want us to have sex. It was because Blue was here. Not because he wanted to wait. The heat in his eyes was unmistakable. Oh my God, he had lied to me.

  Why? I did not care about the lie, but I was curious as to his reasoning behind it. He knew I could keep a secret. Well, I could attempt to keep a secret. Okay, yeah, I was a bad secret keeper. Still, why had he not told his girlfriend about his sister staying next door?

  A light bulb went off in my head. “She is why you come over with stupid questions every other hour?”

  “I needed to use the restroom.” Blue’s cheeks went pink as she gestured to her abnormally tall water bottle. “I drink a lot of water.”

  My heart inflated two sizes bigger at the cuteness of Bluebell Reddington. “You are so adorable.” I cupped her warming face in my hands and squeezed her cheeks like an overexcited grandmother. “I’m adopting you.”

  A strange noise came from Nate as he stumbled into his dresser.

  “What?” I asked him.

  “N-Nothing,” he answered.

  “Nate plans to adopt me once he graduates and has a job,” Blue explained.

  “Well, I will adopt you first if I can. Nate would make for a boring parent. You need some excitement.”

  “Excuse me?” Nate scoffed. “You were the one who said I wasn’t boring.”

  “You’re too sexy to be boring.”

  He appeared confused.

  “Don’t question me,” I told him and turned back to Blue. “Let’s have a makeover. I have every color—”

  “I don’t like nail polish.”

  I was falling in love with this girl. My arms wrapped around her as a grin curved my mouth. “I was going to say every color hair dye.”

  Her lips curled up into a wicked smile.

  Nate threw himself between us, pushing Blue behind him as if he needed to defend her from me. “No,” he said.

  I leaned around him so I could meet Blue’s eyes. “How old are you?”

  “Almost thirteen.”

  “Old enough not to let your older brother make your decisions for you,” I commented.

  Nate gave me his classic glare, but I had become immune. “You are not coloring my little sister’s hair.”

  “It’s temporary dye. Only lasts a week. It’s how I do my highlights.” I touched the red strands. Typically, I changed the color every month or so, but Nate loved red so much I had yet to switch to something else. “Oh, blue highlights to match your name. How cute would that be?”

  “So cute,” his sister replied.

  The rest of Thanksgiving break was spent hanging out with Blue. She was a cock-blocker, sure, but she was a cute one. Her professional demeanor had melted once I applied blue highlights to the bottom tips of her hair. I prided myself on her liking me. We teased Nate together, and he turned red every time. Nate was not used to being teased. It was strange, but we almost resembled a family unit.

  Nate and I never got a chance to be alone after I discovered Blue. She filled up our free time. We ate meals together and did random fun activities
together. By the end of our week, she left with new hair and a new at-ease smile. She was set to move in with her aunt for the time being due to his parents being unreliable.

  The second Blue left on the last day, I went to my room and got dressed for a much-needed seduction. Innocent schoolgirl was supposed to be a fantasy every guy had, right? I searched my closet for my black skirt and found a perfect low-cut, lacey white top to go with it.

  When I knocked back on his door, I readied myself for our “study session.” With Blue gone, I did not plan on doing any real studying. Upon seeing my outfit, Nate’s reaction was a grunt, a nod, and a quick kiss. After days of foreplay and not being able to touch each other, all I got was a chaste kiss and a grunt. What the hell?

  I wanted more from him. Making him lose control had become addictive. Time for a seduction. Again.

  “What are you doing?” he asked me several minutes later after we had cracked open our books.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, trailing the end of my pencil up my throat and the eraser along my lips. Step one in seduction: draw attention to your lips. However, a pencil had not been the best idea because some of the eraser had not so erotically rubbed off on my lips, and I had to wipe it off with my hand.

  Nate stared at me like I was crazy, and I shrugged at him.

  Nate pointed at the study sheet for the history class we shared. “Let’s just focus on question five.”

  This was our usual tutoring time where we met in his room to go over whatever we needed help on in class. Nate never seemed to need any help, so instead, he had taken on more of a teacher role in the study time we spent together. Sure, he helped tutor me in psychology but, as the days went by, his interest in teaching grew. Maybe because he enjoyed having authority. I had told Nate he should look into becoming a teacher, but he was dead set on going to law school.

  I pulled my chair closer than normal to his, claiming the textbook font was too small for me to see without the sides of our thighs pressing together. He did not comment on the change, but the way he glanced down at the cleavage my white top put on display gave me confidence. Thank God for push-up bras.