Addiction (The Hunted Series Book 2)

by Ivy Smoak

  "I thought you didn't like to dance like this?" he yelled over the music.

  "That's before I knew that I wanted you."

  Tyler pushed my hair to one side and kissed the back of my neck. I felt chills sweep down my spine. I did want him. I had never stopped thinking about him either.

  "You never guessed what I am," I said to him.

  Tyler spun me around. "Sexy as hell."

  I laughed. "I meant my costume."

  "Hmmm...a plant?"

  "Tyler! You really don't know?"

  Tyler laughed. "Of course I know. You're the sexiest Poison Ivy I've ever seen."

  I finished the rest of my beer. I grabbed his hand and pulled him off the dance floor and toward the stairs.

  "Where are we going?" Tyler asked.

  "I still haven't seen your room." With every step I was more and more sure of what I was doing.

  "And why do you want to see my room? That's rather forward of you."

  He was teasing me about the first time I had ever come here. I smiled at him. "Actually I just want to talk to you."

  He looked slightly disappointed. "Okay." He squeezed my hand and led me up the stairs, around the corner, and up the other set of stairs. This time there wasn't a tie on his doorknob. He opened it, let me in, and locked it behind him.

  I looked around his room. There were posters of half naked women on the walls and there were several bottles of vodka on his bureau. I picked one up. "What, do you bring girls up here and get them drunk?" I opened it up and took a sip.

  "Just you apparently." He sat down on the edge of his bed.

  "I'm not drunk." Maybe I was a little drunk. The way he was looking at me made me nervous. I took another sip and put the cap back on. "Oh my God, is this you?" I picked up a picture frame that was next to the bottles. It was a young boy with bright blue eyes and blonde hair next to an older woman that looked a lot like him. It must be his mother. "You were so cute."

  Tyler stood up, took the frame out of my hands, and set it back down on the bureau. "What, you don't think I'm cute anymore?" He pretended to look hurt.

  "No," I laughed. "You sir," I poked him in the middle of the chest, "are a stud."

  Tyler's Adam's apple rose and then fell.

  Does he want the same thing that I do?

  "What did you want to talk about?" he said softly.

  "So is this what you like?" I gestured to the posters on his walls.

  "No. I like you. Actually, that reminds me. I have a present for you, Penny."

  He turned away from me but I grabbed his arm. His biceps were so muscular. I swallowed hard. I wanted him. I wanted to forget about Professor Hunter and the pain. I wanted to be with someone who wanted me back.

  "There's only one thing I want for my birthday that I haven't gotten yet," I said.

  "And what is that?"

  I untied his mask and let it fall to the ground. He was staring at me so intensely that it made my knees weak. Tyler was the birthday gift I wanted. And I couldn't wait to unwrap him. "You."

  "I was hoping you'd say that." He grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me hard.

  I put my hands in his hair and kissed him deeper. His hands fell from my face and found the zipper to my costume. There was no hesitation, just desire. He continued to kiss me as he pulled the straps on the dress off my shoulders. I pushed it the rest of the way off. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and pushed it off his arms, feeling his biceps as I removed the fabric. I pulled his belt from the loops of his pants. His sword clattered to the ground. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He took a step back from me. He was my Tyler again. Just in his boxers. He stood there examining me.

  My heart was beating so fast. Why had he stopped touching me? "Tyler?"

  "I'm sorry." He traced his fingers along my clavicle, down past my bra to my stomach. "It just suddenly feels a lot more like it's my birthday than yours." His fingers ran down the front of my thighs, overtop of the ivy encircling my legs, and then back up my inner thighs.

  My body trembled in anticipation. Part of me had always wanted Tyler. Professor Hunter had successfully distracted me from that for awhile, but the want was still there. My thoughts quickly turned back to Tyler as he pushed my thong to the side and sunk his finger inside of me.

  "Tyler," I moaned.

  "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say my name like that." He pushed his finger even deeper inside of me as his lips met mine again. I gasped when his finger curved, hitting my G-spot.

  "Tyler," I moaned again.

  He slid his finger out of me and took a step back, pulling me to my knees. "I want your lips around my cock."

  He pushed his boxers to the ground, letting his erection free. I didn't hesitate to oblige. I wanted this as much as he did. I wrapped my lips around his tip. I could already taste his salty pre cum. I was getting wet with just the thought of his thick cock inside of me. My lips slid down his shaft.

  "Penny," he said breathlessly.

  I tightened my lips and moved up and down his length. He groaned in response. I liked seeing him this way. I took his cock as deep as I could and heard him groan again. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him deep inside of me. I pulled back and looked up into his eyes.

  "Tyler."

  He opened up a drawer in his bureau and pulled out a condom. I stood up, unhinged my bra, and slid my thong down my thighs. Tyler walked over to me. I had never seen him completely naked before. He was so sexy. His abs, his happy trail, the way he was looking at me. He had never seen me naked before either. The only thing I was wearing were my green high heels and the ivy that was wrapped around my arms and legs.

  "You're even sexier than in my dreams," he said as he pulled on the condom.

  "You've dreamt of this?"

  "I always dream of you." He grabbed my breasts, my waist, my ass. He lightly pushed me onto his bed. The sheets smelled like him. Tyler spread my thighs and leaned down over top of me. His biceps were on either side of my face.

  "I've dreamt of you too," I whispered. The image of him fucking me against the chalkboard flittered into my head. The whole class watching us. Just the thought of it made me want him even more.

  "This will be better than our dreams." He thrust his cock inside of me.

  "Tyler!" I gasped.

  He gyrated his hips, hitting all my walls.

  Oh my God. I grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips to mine. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to remember every second of this.

  He began to move slowly in and out of me. I wanted more. I wanted every inch of him. I let my hands wander down the muscles in his back. I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper.

  "Fuck, Penny," he moaned.

  He began to thrust faster and harder than before, stretching me, possessing me.

  "Harder!" I groaned.

  "You're not as innocent as you look." He grabbed my hands and held them down on either side of my face. His hips moved faster and faster. The feeling of him sliding in and out of me was taking me to the edge.

  He pulled me to his chest and rolled over so that I was on top of him. He was staring up at me, waiting to see what I would do to him. I moved my hips. He kept his blue eyes locked on me as I slowly slid up and down his shaft.

  "God you're sexy," he said. He grabbed my hips and began to guide me, faster and faster. He stared at my tits as they bounced up and down with every thrust.

  I leaned down and grabbed his shoulders to steady myself. He felt so good inside of me. I never wanted it to end.

  His hands slid to my breasts. He squeezed them hard. "Every inch of you is perfect," he whispered. He pulled me to his chest again and rolled over so that he was on top of me. He put his hands on either side of my face again and dove deeper still.

  "Yes!" I watched his biceps tense as he moved faster and faster.

  "Come for me, Penny."

  It felt so good. I seemed to have lost control of my body. My orgasm washed over me. "Oh, Ja
mes," I mumbled. James? What the fuck. "Tyler," I panted. "Tyler."

  I felt his cock pulse inside of me. Had he not noticed?

  "Penny," he groaned when he finished. He rolled onto his side, pulling me with him. "Penny, Penny, Penny. What am I going to do with you?" He pushed my bangs out of my face.

  "Tyler, that was amazing." I tried to catch my breath.

  He studied my face for a moment. "You're not over him, are you?" He looked hurt. Had he heard me say James? What is wrong with me? Maybe he was just worried that I hadn't had long enough to get over James.

  "I am over him." I wanted to be. I needed to be. I suddenly felt like I wanted to cry.

  Tyler stood up and began to get dressed. He looked back at me as he buttoned up his pants. Being with Tyler was wonderful, but was he right? Tyler walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. He hadn't put his shirt back on yet and his abs were rather distracting.

  "I want you to be happy," he said. He had told me that before. I knew that he meant it. His sincerity made me feel guilty.

  "You make me happy, Tyler."

  Tyler smiled at me. "I hope so."

  "Tyler." I sat up and straddled him. "I'm so happy right now." I ran my hands down his pecks and abs. "I wish we had done that the first night I came here. It would have changed everything."

  "But we didn't."

  "Tyler..."

  "Penny, I want you to be my girlfriend. You know that. It's what I've always wanted. And I'm pretty sure I've made that clear. But I want you to be all in. I don't want to have to worry about you running off with Professor Hunter."

  "I am all in." Professor Hunter wanted nothing to do with me. There was no chance I'd run off with him.

  "You fucking said his name when you came." He pushed me off of him and stood up. He quickly grabbed his shirt off the ground.

  Shit, he did hear. He looked mad.

  "I want to be your girlfriend."

  "What?"

  "You heard me. Tyler, I'm all in."

  Tyler stared at me.

  "I'm all in."

  "Penny." He pulled his shirt on.

  "What?"

  "You two only just broke up. You're not over him"

  "I am." I'm not. But I wanted to be. There was nothing left between Professor Hunter and me. He had made that clear. He was over me. I needed to be over him too. Tyler could help me do that.

  He leaned down and kissed me. "I want to believe you, I do."

  "If you didn't think I was over him then why did you have sex with me?"

  "Because you asked me to for your birthday. And I was in no place to argue with you. You don't know how badly I've wanted this."

  I suddenly felt cheap. Like I had begged him for sex. "Oh." I quickly grabbed my costume and started to get dressed. I finished zippering up my dress and turned to him.

  "Why are you mad?" he asked.

  "Because you don't want to be with me. You just wanted to fuck me."

  "That's not true, Penny. I just told you I wanted you to be my girlfriend."

  "And when I said yes you told me I wasn't ready."

  "Because you're not. You haven't even told me what happened between you and Professor Hunter. I don't...I don't trust you."

  Trust. It was the same reason why Professor Hunter had left me. My mind was fuzzy and my stomach churned at the memory. "You don't trust me?" Because I've lied to him too. He shouldn't trust me. Him saying the same words that Professor Hunter had said to me stung, though. When had I become so untrustworthy? I felt like I couldn't breathe.

  "No, I don't trust you. We almost did this before and you went back to him. Do you have any idea how that made me feel?"

  "Bad."

  "Yeah. Bad." He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

  "Well that's why he broke up with me. Since you wanted to know."

  "Because we almost had sex?"

  "No, because he didn't trust me either." I didn't realize how much I had jeopardized my character. I had slept with my professor. I had almost slept with Tyler. I had slept with my professor some more. I had kissed a mere stranger in the afternoon. And then I had fucked Tyler at night. I had lied to everyone, including my best friend, to hide all the terrible things I had done. What is wrong with me?

  I felt so numb. I thought sleeping with Tyler would make me feel better, but I only felt worse. I felt sleazy.

  "I'm sorry," Tyler said. "I didn't know that's why you guys broke up."

  "Yeah, well." I shrugged. "Apparently I'm not very trustworthy. So, if you'll excuse me."

  "That's not what I meant."

  "Then what did you mean?!"

  "Damn it, Penny, I don't want to get hurt again."

  That was it. That was why Professor Hunter wasn't talking to me. I had hurt him. I had hurt him and I had hurt Tyler. "I don't want to hurt you."

  "I know. But you have. Over and over again."

  "I'm sorry." I had hurt so many people. I was horrible.

  Tyler took a step toward me. He put his hands on my shoulders. "Penny, tonight was amazing. You're worth waiting for. And I'll be waiting when you're ready." He grabbed his mask off the floor and put it back on. "Let's go back to the party." He intertwined his fingers with mine.

  "Tyler?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Do you think it's possible to be in love with two people at the same time?"

  "I don't know. All I know is that I don't want to be one of two. Put yourself in my shoes. How would that make you feel?"

  My mind flashed to Professor Hunter's wife. "It sucks."

  "What do you mean?"

  "It would suck is what I meant."

  "Penny?"

  "Really. I just meant it would suck."

  "Okay. Sorry, I thought you were saying that that asshole was cheating on you. If that was true I'd..."

  "Tyler." I touched his chest. "I don't want to talk about him. It's you. I want to be with you. And I'll prove it to you. I don't know how long it will take, but I'll earn your trust back. Thank you for my birthday gift."

  Tyler leaned down and kissed me. It was soft and gentle. It felt a lot more like a goodbye kiss than a we-just-had-sex kiss.

  "Come on, let's get back," he said. "There's a cake somewhere with your name on it."

  Chapter 5

  Friday

  Melissa and I blew out the candles on our cake. The house was full of people. I barely knew any of them but they all cheered for us.

  "Best. Birthday. Ever!" Melissa yelled as she cut us each a slice of cake.

  "Yeah." I smiled over at Tyler.

  He was leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He still had sex hair. A few buttons at the top of his shirt had been left undone. He looked sexy and he was staring back at me. He nodded his head to the side, gesturing for me to come over. I grabbed two slices of cake and wound my way through the other people. I handed him a plate.

  "Thanks for all this," I said.

  "Josh and Melissa planned most of it. And of course, there was Melissa's dad, James." He laughed as he took a bite of cake.

  My lies had spilled over so quickly about Professor Hunter. "I told you that I was sorry." I lightly nudged his shoulder.

  "I know, I'm just messing with you."

  "Oh, I almost forgot. I really do have a present for you. Let me go get it."

  I grabbed the back of his neck, stood up on my tiptoes, and kissed him. It was tempting to go with him back to his room. "Are you sure you don't want me to come up and try to convince you again that I want to be your girlfriend?" I whispered in his ear.

  Tyler laughed. "Your offer is very tempting. I need a few minutes to recover, though. I'll be right back." He kissed my cheek and disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor. I leaned back against the wall. I spotted Melissa and Josh dancing. She looked happy. She had been right, as usual. This party had been a lot of fun. And getting under someone else had helped too. I cringed at myself for thinking it.

  "Have a great life?"

  My blo
od turned cold. Oh God. I'd know his voice anywhere. I turned and saw Professor Hunter leaning casually on the wall beside me. He was dressed in a plaid button up shirt with a white t-shirt peeping out from underneath. He was wearing slightly baggy jeans, pushed into dirty brown boots. His sleeves were rolled up and he was wearing a knit hat. It looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days. He was carrying an axe. Fake. Hopefully. My heart was beating out of my chest. God he looked good as a lumberjack. And young. He blended in perfectly with college students even though he wasn't wearing a mask.

  It seemed like I was imagining him. He hadn't looked at me, let alone talk to me, in weeks. I closed my eyes for a second and opened them again. He was still standing there, staring at me intently. It took me a second to register his words. Have a great life. I had said that to him in the text from my birthday. I took a deep breath. All the happiness I had felt tonight seemed to get sucked out of me. I thought whenever he decided to talk to me again I'd be happy. But I wasn't. I had been so sad for so long that I hadn't realized how angry I was with him. I had never been so angry with someone in my life. How dare he just show up here? "Yeah. Have a great life." I turned my attention back to the dance floor. I wanted him to walk away. I wanted him to let me have this one good night after so many bad ones. But he remained where he was.

  "Are you done?" His voice sounded cold.

  I looked back at him. I wanted to slap his stupid, beautiful face. "Done what?"

  "Done here? Let's go."

  He reached out and brushed his fingers along my wrist. His touch still gave me that warm tingly feeling. I hated that it gave me that feeling. I took a step back from him. "No, I'm not done. This is my birthday party. I'm not leaving. And I'm definitely not leaving with you."

  "You're drunk."

  "I'm not drunk!" Shit. I always had a hard time controlling my temper. It was probably even worse since I had been drinking. But I wasn't drunk. I took a deep breath.

  "Penny, we need to talk. And I don't want to do it here."

  "You've had weeks to talk to me. You don't just get to show up tonight and ruin my birthday party. Why tonight of all nights?"

  "I thought you'd be happy to see me."

  The way he said it made my throat catch. He sounded like he genuinely thought that was true. As if this surprise appearance suddenly erased all the pain. "I'm not. Please just go."