Page 5 of Cruel Promise
She pulls away from me and I curl my hands into fists to keep myself from grabbing for her again.
“I never said there was anything wrong with it.” I like sex just as much as the next guy and I just so happen to like it with Kasey Henderson a little more.
“Then what is your issue? I thought we had a deal?” Her nostrils flare.
I’ve pissed her off, but she isn’t thinking rationally about this right now and I’m trying real fucking hard not to be the selfish asshole here.
“You just suggested we move this to your place.”
“And?” She stomps across the room, retrieving her clothes from the other day and I watch with regret as she angrily tugs them on, shoving her legs into her jeans and throwing her shirt on without bothering to put her bra on first. Instead, she fists the material in her hands and folds her arms over her chest once more but she doesn’t move to leave.
It’s almost like she’s daring me to object. Maybe even to ask her to stay. But I’m not the kind of guy to beg anyone to stick around. If she wants to storm out of here in a huff, I won’t stop her. And I sure as shit won’t chase after her.
“You didn’t want me at the Kappa Mu house before,” I remind her.
Hell, whenever I came around, she made it her mission to chase me away and I get it. I may not have liked it. But I understood her reasons.
Kasey doesn’t like unwanted attention, and being the quarterback for Suncrest U comes with my fair share of it. Which is why her little suggestion won’t work. What is she even thinking? That we can somehow keep fucking and her sorority sisters won’t say anything to anyone about it if we get caught? All it takes is one slip up. One mistake And what we’re doing will get to Aaron and the rest of our friend group. It’s a bad idea.
“I wasn’t having sex with you before,” she snaps.
“And as soon as you were, we almost got caught.”
Tears spring to her eyes. Shit. This conversation isn’t going the way I expected.
“Are you just done?” There’s an emotion in her voice I can’t name, but it sounds oddly … vulnerable. I don’t like the way that question sounds coming from her lips. And I sure as hell don’t like the way she’s attempting to mask her face, wiping her expression clean as though she can hide from me. Fuck that.
If not for the shine in her eyes, I wouldn’t know how upsetting the idea of stopping is to her.
But before I can say anything, she continues not slowing down to so much as take a breath.
“If you’re over it, then fine. But have the balls to say it. Don’t make excuses about Aaron coming home. You slept with me before he left, too, in case you forgot. But it’s fine. You’re ready to move on. Message received.”
No. It is not fucking fine. And what message? I’m not giving her any sort of fucking message. I’m trying to have a goddamn conversation.
Moving closer, I work to eliminate the distance between us, but Kasey retreats, taking one step after the other away from me. I’m tempted to growl at her—growl, like a goddamn animal. Why is she running from me? Her back meets the wall, leaving her nowhere to go and I give her a hard look.
Crowding her against my bedroom wall, I brace my arms on either side of her, caging her in. “Kasey—” She refuses to look at me.
Gaze averted, her low lip trembles before she bites it, stilling the motion. Ice fills my veins. Is she going to cry?Hell no.I cannot deal with waterworks right now.
Pressing my thumb beneath her chin, I force her face up and wait until she gives in and lifts her eyes to mine.
“I never said I was done,” I tell her, dipping my voice low.
Some of the tension falls from her shoulders but not all of it.
“Then what are you saying, Dom?”
Hell if I know. There is no easy answer here. We should not be fucking. That much is obvious. But that doesn’t mean I want to stop fucking. Christ. Why does this have to be so complicated? “I’m not saying anything, but—“
“Aaron can’t find out,” she finishes for me and I nod, grateful that at least when it comes to her brother, we’re on the same page. “Fine. We’ll make sure he doesn’t find out.”
She makes it sound easy, like sleeping together behind his back is some walk in the fucking park, but keeping this secret is already one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. And I don’t relish the idea of continuing to do it.
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KASEY
