Page 91 of Quiet Obsession
Zara sucks and nibbles, moaning softly, every sound faker than the last. I squeeze her ass harder, making her yelp and hiss.
“How about we take this somewhere private?” she asks, moving her free hand to my chest, her fingers climbing slowly.
“Creed,” Noah warns, eyes boring into mine.
What the fuck does he want?
I’m bowing out, aren’t I? I’m quitting, leaving Millie the hell alone, and he’s acting like I’m making a mistake.
I am. Zara’s the last chick I should grope given how she glues herself to any guy who’ll touch her, but that’s beside the point.
Hyde doesn’t say a word, watching me with hard, narrowed eyes, head tilted to the side like a suspicious dog.
I bet he’s trying to work out what triggered this.
He knows Zara’s not my type. I told him I wasn’t interested in her at least a dozen times, yet here I am, ready to bury my cock down her throat.
Though it might be problematic, given half an hour of her ass wiggling all over hasn’t stirred even a semi hard-on. I’m still soft...
Maybe she can’t rub me the right way after all.
“What do you say?” she purrs in my ear. “You seem tense, Creed. I can help with that.”
“Patience,” I chide.
“I have no gag reflex, you know?” She giggles, grazing her nails down my throat to poke below my Adam’s apple. “You can shove it this deep.”
Will she shut up if I do?
The back of my head hits the couch then bounces right back when the door opens and Dash enters, his arm wrapped around Millie’s shoulder.
Fuck. What’s she doing here?
I can count on the fingers of one hand how many times she’s set foot in the common room.
She’s not in a sweater for a change, but a black and red Gravemont hoodie, the college logo stitched at the front, and there’s a pretty smile on her face as she whispers something meant only for Dash’s ears.
He grabs his heart, faking outrage. “Mini Ward, you wound me!” he declares, glancing around and stopping at our gathering.
His eyes light up at first, but the glow dims when he notices Zara, her lips back in the crook of my neck, sucking like a hoover. I slap her ass, making her whip upright.
“Don’t fucking mark me.”
Her cheeks run red. “Sorry. I just thought—”
“You thinking is not what I want.”
“Jeez, you don’t need to be such an ass about this.”
I know, but an ass is exactly what I am.
She goes back to toying with my hair, and my eyes flick to Millie. She hasn’t noticed me yet and a part of me wants to look away. I don’t know if I’m ready to see her expressionwhen she spots Zara, but a bigger part craves her reaction.
She finally moves away from Dash, just as Zara shifts, straddling me fully, her arms wrapped around my neck. She’s saying something, but I’m not paying attention because Millie turns and her gorgeous eyes land on me.
Even from thirty feet away, I catch how her whole body stiffens when Zara grinds over my limp cock.
In the past thirty seconds, I ran through a kaleidoscope of Millie’s possible reactions. I thought she’d frown or scrunch her nose. I thought her eyes would tear up or she’d leave. I even considered her simply ignoring the scene, but I didn’t account for this quiet acceptance painting her face.
