Page 40 of Changing Lanes

Vulnerability?

Nah. She hasn’t shown an ounce of that since she showed up to Creekwood. Except for yesterday and whatever it was that made her run out of here like a ghost was chasing her. A ghost of…somebody?

Which reminds me.

“Would you’ve asked that kid Evan the same thing?”

Her eyes flare as bright and obvious as if one were streaking across the midnight sky, signaling a problem.

Here we go.

“Meet me in my room in five.”

She wiggles out of my arms and I reluctantly let go, setting her back on her feet. The space between our bodies immediately grows cold but before I can bring her back to erase what I just said from her thoughts, she takes off up the stairs.

Shit.

I run my fingers through my hair, gripping the ends and pulling them over my forehead.

Why did I say that?

My hands drop to hang at my sides as I rest the back of my head against the same wall Paige’s body just was, not really sure what’s happening. Her expression said a lot without giving anything away. Was she pissed? Or was she just turned on?

If I had to guess, I’d say a little of both.

On one hand, if I go up to her room, I’m not exactly sure where it will lead. Paige is impulsive. She made out with a random dude just to piss me off. Or make a statement. I don’t even know because the red veil of rage clouded my vision and I missed her point entirely.

On the other hand, I like her brand of crazy. There’s a method to her madness that only she knows. It’s like what Coty said before, instead of trying to crush a woman’s spirit, you embrace the beauty in her reckless ways. I’m not interested in making Paige something she’s not but I can’t deny the fact that I want to taunt the fuck out of the fierce creature she is.

I check the time on my phone. Two minutes. Fuck it, that’s all I’m giving her.

Nerves firing on all cylinders, I stalk through the dark apartment, fully expecting Paige to have a leather whip or some other kinky shit. I roll my shoulders, cracking my neck, ready to tackle whatever I’m in for.

What am I in for?

Except, my hand gripping the handle to her bedroom feels more like an opening to something else, something I don’t know the first thing about.

And so, I falter. I freeze. I completely choke like a virgin on prom night. Whatever this is, it could ruin everything.

Feeling reckless myself, I decide to take that chance by turning the knob. Unfortunately, that shit doesn’t so much as shift.

I glance around the dark hallway, finding nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, it’s dead silent until…

Hearing a soft moan, I press my ear to her door. The husky hum grows louder, mixing with a moan, and I shoot my eyes to Marc’s door down the hall. Is he in there right now? Nobody else was here and there’s no way someone slipped past me downstairs. Is this the set-up?

His door is closed but it always is. I consider checking to see if it’s locked but then a buzzing sound kicks up and my feet stay rooted.

My ear flat against her door, I listen as Paige works herself over with a motherfucking vibrator. Like everything else with this girl, it both pisses me off and excites me. She runs her own show and I’m left to watch from the sidelines, exactly how she wants. Something about her keeps my eyes trained on the production though, not willing to walk away like I normally would.

Her moans are uninhibited now, quickly building up to an orgasm and after absolutely zero deliberation, I drop my hand to my dick. The buzzing gets muffled with every thrust and I stroke myself under my soft shorts in time with Paige, imagining her sweat-slicked body naked, stretched across her mattress, similar to the night I put her to bed. Lights on so every detail is on full display. Hair, untamed like her, splayed out around her flushed face while she pleasures herself.

My hips thrust forward picturing Paige readying her pussy. For me.

Sweat beads at my hairline, threatening to fall, so I push the hair back, wishing I had a hat on instead.

Fuck. I flip the bottom of my shirt up, giving my abs some air as they constrict with my movements.

A gasp filters through the door and the way it wraps around my shoulders, tight and needy, I know she’s almost there. I’m following close behind with my own long, quick strokes. So fucking close.