An unamused laugh falls from her lips. “You’re not serious, you don’t actually want to do this?”
No, I really fucking don’t, but like hell am I letting her know that.
“I need the extra credit for this if I’m ever going to graduate.” Lie. “If you walk out right now and I have to tell Wilson that you refused my help, then you’ll probably screw me over twice in as many years. So how about you do as you’re fucking told and sit your pretty little ass down and get to work.”
Her lips part to respond and she gazes at the door longingly but when she finally takes a step, it’s toward me.
“Good little kitten.”
“Fuck you, Kyle.”
“Ah I do love having nice polite students, it makes it that much more of a pleasurable experience.”
“Trust me, there is nothing pleasurable about this.”
“Huh, maybe we need to add in some extracurricular activities then. I already know you’re wet for me.”
6
Harley
He pulls my bag toward him and drags out my textbooks as if those words didn’t just fall from his lips. My mouth opens to respond but I soon close them again when I discover that I have no words.
My head is spinning, my brain is misfiring, and my body is still trembling from how close he was to me earlier.
I want to say his touch disgusted me. I want to say that the reason I didn’t fight him off right away was shock, but it wasn’t.
My face heats as I think about the sparks that shot around my body the second he laid a hand on me. Just like that night.
There’s no doubt in my mind where that night would have gone if things didn’t turn out the way they did. If I had any clue that my drink was being spiked, if I had any idea that someone else other than Kyle was getting ideas about where our night was going to go then I’d have run as fast and as far as I could.
“Did you know?” I blurt out, needing an answer to at least one of my questions from that night.
“Did I know what?” he asks, keeping his eyes on the book he’s flicking through.
“Did you know he was spiking my drink?”
He pauses and sucks in a breath before dragging his light blue eyes up to mine. Only, they’re not the color I was always used to, they’re almost silver with his anger, his hatred of me.
“What do you think, Kitten?” he asks, throwing it back on me.
“If I knew the answer to that question then I wouldn’t have fucking asked, would I?” I snap, getting beyond frustrated at this situation. I didn’t want to meet anyone for a tutoring session as it was, I really, really didn’t want this.
I look to the door once more, wondering if he’d actually allow me to escape should I try.
“Go on,” he taunts, clearly able to read my mind. “Try it and see how far you get.”
“I hate you,” I seethe.
“Oh, Kitten. Trust me, how you feel about me has nothing on what I feel for you.”
“So let me go, you don’t have to look at me then.”
“And what would be the fun in that?”
I study him as he scans the page he’s selected before him. He’s got his backward cap on like he has had every time I’ve seen him this week with his dirty blond hair poking out the sides, his jaw is covered in a light layer of scruff and his eyes are free from the glasses I teased him about earlier. It’s been years since he wore them but I know how much he hated them as a kid.
There’s a scar above his right eyebrow that I’m sure wasn’t there before and his nose is slightly crooked. It might be my imagination, I’m not sure I’ve ever really spent any time looking at his nose before but I’m sure that’s new. It makes me wonder what his life has actually been like the past year.
He shifts in his seat, telling me that he’s aware of my attention although he doesn’t look up or do anything about it.
“So, algebra?” he says, making my stomach drop. As if being stuck here with him isn’t bad enough, we have to do math too.
I watch as he slides a mask over his face and focuses on what we’re supposed to be doing.
“So Mr. Wilson said to start here as it’s one of your main weaknesses.” My stomach twists at those words. I hate that people think I’m weak because I struggle to add up a few numbers.
“Great,” I mutter, reaching for my notepad and a pen.
He slides his chair closer to me as he talks through a technique that I’ve never been shown before but as much as I try to focus, the heat of his arm burning into mine is too distracting and I find myself zoning out despite the fact this is making much more sense to me than it usually does.
“Harley?” he snaps a few minutes later, dragging me from my own head.
“Yeah.”
“I asked you a question.”
“Um…” My cheeks burn as his eyes narrow at me. “I… I agree.”
“You agree.” He chuckles, but there’s no humor there, just irritation. “Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t a yes or no answer.”
“Um…” I hesitate again, my heart racing.
“T-ten?”
“Fucking hell, Harley,” he snaps, pushing his chair out behind him and stalking to the other side of the room. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Kitten.”
“You think I don’t know that?” I shout back, standing from the chair and turning to watch him pace. “All of this… it’s a fucking mess.”
“This… mess,” he says, stopping and pinning me with a look. “Is my life,” he bellows. “Fucking hell, Harley.” He drops his head into his hands and for a second, I actually feel sorry for him. I see the boy from the past, the vulnerable one who just wanted something better for his life. But then that image morphs with my hazy memories from that night and it vanishes almost as fast as it appeared.
“You need to get the hell out of my house.” His voice is so low that I think I misheard him.
“W-what?”
“Get out. Just get the fuck out,” he bellows before a door down the hallway opens and Kane steps toward me.
He’s shirtless and my breathing falters when my eyes first land on him because… whoa, but when Kyle growls and I remember where I am and that I’m supposed to be leaving.
“With pleasure. This was a mistake anyway.”
“Don’t think that because you’re about to walk away that this is over.”
“It should be.”
“Well, it’s not,” he warns as I stuff my books into my bag and head for the door.
“Wait,” I say, spinning on the balls of my feet and staring right at him. “Cell?” I demand, holding my hand out. There’s no way I’m leaving here without that.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. He looks at the screen for a second before a smirk appears on his lips.
“Kyle,” Kane warns, clearly sensing where his head is at.
I’m rooted to the spot as he marches toward me. He doesn’t stop until his front crashes against mine and I stumble back until I hit the door.
“Kyle?” I breathe. It’s hard to think with his heat burning into my skin and his angry eyes boring down into mine.
“Kyle,” Kane growls again, but he completely ignores him, his focus solely on me.
“This. Isn’t. Over,” he says so low that only I can hear the warning.
“I-I’m s-sorry,” I stutter, needing to say anything to get me away from him right now before I do something I’ll regret. I’ve already got enough of those to keep me up at night.
A smile pulls at the corners of his lips but it’s pure evil.
“It’s a bit late for that now, don’t you think, Kitten?” His hand slips around my body and he slides my cell into my back pocket where it was when he first found it.
He leans into my ear and my eyes close as his breath caresses my sensitive skin.
“I’ll be in touch for our next session soon. I hope that one might be a little more…” I gasp as his hand slips under my hoodie and wraps around my ribs. “Satisfying.”
Before I know what’s happening, his burning touch is gone and he’s opened the door at my back. With a squeal, I go stumbling back until I land on my ass.
“Whoops,” Kyle says with a shrug, his eyes locked on my sprawled legs.
“Fucking hell, bro,” Kane snaps, stepping forward to help me up.
I take his hand when he offers it to me and he pulls me up.
“T-thank you,” I whisper when I’m on my feet again, but I’m unable to look into his eyes with him this close to me. Just his presence makes me nervous let alone being up close and personal to his bare chest.
“Just give him time. He’ll come around.”
I look around Kane to his little brother who’s still fuming behind him. His chest heaves, his lips are pressed into a thin line, his jaw tics with frustration and his eyes are that dark grey once more.
His eyes widen a little in shock when he notices my attention but he soon schools his features so he’s scowling once more.
“Yeah, we’ll see.” I turn away from both of them, hike my bag over my shoulder and try to walk away with as much dignity as I can muster.
I’m halfway down their driveway when Kyle’s deep voice makes me pause.
“Make sure you wear those little red panties next time, Kitten.”
Lifting my hand, I flip him off over my shoulder and keep walking without looking back at him.
Asshole.
The second I’m in my car, I lock the doors, rest my head back and close my eyes.
My heart continues to race and my palms sweat as I replay our time inside his house.
I knew the first time we got close would be a disaster but I didn’t think it would be quite like that.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter to myself.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I’m reminded that it was going off before Kyle stole it.
Lifting my ass from the seat, I pull it out and stare down at the screen. There’s one message in our group chat but all the others are from Nathan.
A knot twists in my stomach knowing that Kyle saw he was messaging me. I feel ridiculous for even thinking about it. I have every right to have a boyfriend and for him to message me. Kyle has never been anything to me. Just because my inner pre-teen crushed on him for years and we had one night that could have turned into something before his life changed forever, it means nothing.
I open his messages.
Nathan: Have you had a good day? I’ve got so much homework to do tonight.
Nathan: I can’t wait to see you this weekend.
Nathan: I hate dorms. The music is so loud I can barely think. What are you doing right now?
“Jesus.”
I close his messages and open the group chat to find Ruby demanding we all get ready at her place Saturday afternoon for Justin’s party.
My thumb hovers over the screen, trying to decide how I’m going to get out of going but I don’t bother because I know there’s nothing I can say that will achieve what I want. Especially if Nathan is going to be there.
I go back to my conversation with him.
Harley: Sorry… was doing homework with a friend. What’s the plan for this weekend? You want to do something Saturday night?
He starts typing instantly but his reply is exactly what I didn’t want.
Nathan: Me and you have plans Friday night. Saturday is Justin’s party. It’s for you guys so you gotta be there.
I groan. The party being for the squad is just an excuse for a party, not that anyone really needs one. No one will give a crap if I’m there or not.
Harley: I’d rather just spend time with you.
A little hope washes through me that he’ll happily swerve the party at the promise of something happening.
Nathan: We’ll have plenty of time just the two of us.
I roll my eyes. I’m really not going to get out of this, am I?
Throwing my cell into the console, I start my engine and pull away from the sidewalk, more than ready to get away from Kyle and the memories of what happened inside that house this afternoon.
If only it was that easy.
7
Kyle
“How the fuck is that staying away from her?” Kane barks, turning his murderous eyes on me.
Shaking my head at him, I spin around and head for my room.
“Don’t turn your back on me,” he booms, making me stop in the doorway. “I’ve done all of this for you. Fucking all of it. The least you can do is what you’re told.”
“Fuck off, Kane. What do you think I’m going to do to her?”
He closes the space between us. His shoulders tense and his fists curled in frustration.
“You’re pissed at her, I get it. But you need to leave her alone.”
“And why is that?” I ask, taunting him. “Because you don’t want to have to see Letty ever again.”
His lips twist and I know I’m touching a sore spot.
“This has nothing to do with her.”
“Does it not? Why the hell would you care about what I did with Harley otherwise. She’s nothing to you.”
“No, she’s not. None of them are.” He’s lying, I can see it in his eyes. “You’re pissed at her. You want to hurt her for what she did to you, I get it. Hell, I want to as well. But you need to move on unless you want to end up back where you just came from.”
I scoff. “You think I’m going to hurt her. Don’t you fucking know me at all?”
Turning away from him, I pop the button on my jeans and drop them down my legs in favor of my sweats.
“All I know is that you want revenge, but let me tell you, little brother. It won’t make you feel any better.”
“Careful, bro. Or you’ll get close to admitting what happened with her that night.”
“This isn’t about me,” he bellows, his face turning beet red.
“It’s always about you, Kane,” I fume, shoving my feet into my sneakers and storming past him.
“No, Kyle. This right now, all of it is about you and making sure you have a future ahead of you. Why the fuck do you think I searched out Jada fucking Hunter to help me with this shit when I want nothing to do with them. It was for you, asshole.”
“Oh so now you admit who you went to for help.”
“I didn’t think you’d have taken it too well to begin with. It was bad enough we were coming here.”
“Whatever, bro.”
I push through the front door and take off running.
I need something to expel the energy running around my body after having her beneath my hands.
I blink away the image of her dark eyes staring up at me like a scared little mouse.
“Fuck,” I scream as I take the path between a couple of the houses and pick up speed. I need to do something that doesn’t involve finding out where she lives and finishing what we started.
My fists clench as I remember the way she trembled as I ran my fingertips up her thighs, how I know my words to her at the table were true. If I were to go higher, I know I’d have found those little red lace panties soaking wet for me.
Desire floods my veins and my cock threatens to swell despite the speed I’m going.
I really need to get fucking laid.
I think of those girls I woke up with the other morning. There’s no way anything happened with them. I’d have felt a little relief if it had, but as it is, I’m as pent up as I have been since getting locked up and having nothing but my hand to take the edge off.
That cheerleader from the diner pops into my head. She could sure come in useful, but even as I think about it as a possibility, I lose all interest.
I run until my muscles ache and my skin is covered in sweat. I have no idea where I end up and it’s only by chance that I manage to find my way back to our street.
Unsurprisingly, Kane’s car is gone as I slow to a walk up our driveway. Thankfully, though, he left the front door unlocked. The last thing I need is to spend the night on the porch because the fucker lo
cked me out.
As I make my way through the house toward the bathroom, something on the dining table catches my eye.
I pick up the small baggie of weed and stare down at the note.
Chill out a bit, yeah?
Shaking my head, I leave it where it was and continue forward.
I stand under the warm spray and allow the water to wash the day off me but as I stand there, all I can think about is her. I knew inviting her over was a bad idea but it was the only place I could see our first meeting happening, away from prying eyes.
My cock throbs as I think about how soft her body was, as I remember the little whimper that rumbled up her throat as I touched her. Then I’m back at that party over a year ago as she danced straddled across my lap in her little dress. She was wearing red panties that night too.
My fingers wrap around my shaft as I remember hooking them to one side and running my fingers through her wetness.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my other hand resting on the tiles before me as I work myself to release with images of her in my head. Her fucking banging body, her bronzed skin, her dark captivating eyes and her full lips.
“Fuck.” My grunt fills the small bathroom as I come into the shower tray.
I tip my head toward the torrent of water but no sooner has my heartbeat returned to normal do I realize that my run and that release have done shit all for me.
Irritated with myself and my need for her, I turn the shower off and step out.
After drying off and dragging on some clean clothes, I grab the baggie of weed and head out to the swing seat on the porch in the hope of doing as Kane suggested and chilling the fuck out.
“My place tonight. Got the house to ourselves,” Zayn announces after our conditioning session after school on Friday.
A smile pulls at my lips at his words. I might have only been here a few days but I am more than ready to discover where he—and Harley—live.
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