Page 108 of Undone

That makes her squirm.

I know Lily. I know she likes the idea of me kissing Holden—less specifically another man, because she’s said it before, in her bedroom at sixteen while I talked about fighting and kissing and how close they often were to me. That she’s once confessed a fantasy of me kissing Gavin Winters—a boy from a rival prep school I’d fought with so many times that when he graduated, I started to miss him on the ice.

But I also know that no matter how much Lily is turned on by fantasizing, what she wants most of all is this.

Us.

You and me forever.

“I just—” Lily slides ungracefully off the barstool. “I’m gonna just use the bathroom.” She darts her thumb over her shoulder and takes off.

Giving Holden a quick look, to which I get an easy smile and a wink returned, I follow her, grabbing her in the middle of the darker, more distant hallway. My hand clasps onto the back of her slender neck. A moan pulls from her mouth, her body sinking into me.

“You’re this keyed up?” I ask. “I’ve been here for five minutes, Lil.”

Her eyes close, a divot forming in her brow. “You know how I feel,” she mumbles, embarrassed, but not really. “You remember how—”

“Shh,” I breathe. “Easy, baby. I remember how much you need it.”

Her high fucking sex drive. Mine, too, only for her. We were horny teenagers when we started this; it felt normal. But it’s the same now, an itch I can’t scratch that I can feel beneath my skin like a buzz nonstop. No part of it feels calmed.

“Toren, please, will you—”

I grab for a door, peeking in to see an overtly fancy marble bathroom, before shoving her inside. “So fucking needy.”

Her whine is high-pitched, and I push my hand over her lips, turning her back to the door.

“Please.”

“Polite, too, hmm?” I kiss her, punishingly hard, before nipping at her throat. “What do you want, baby?”

“Can I— I want to see your cock.”

Fuck. I feel dizzy, before I nod and untuck my shirt and undo my belt, letting her eager hands pull my zipper down and snake into my black boxer briefs.

She shoves them down, just slightly over my hips, the material stretching where it stays up on the curve of my ass. The second her hand touches my cock, my entire body thrusts toward her. She strokes slowly, like she’s inspecting it more than trying to jerk me off.

And then she sees it.

“That’s new.” Her voice is shaky in the quiet, as she touches her hand gently to the barbells, eyes tracing the piercing with her eyes. Her grip is steady for a moment—before it turns hard and grasping. “Who saw it? Who is it for?”

There’s a desperate note in her voice I’d thoroughly enjoy if it wasn’t for the death grip she has on me.

“Fuck, Lil,” I grunt, trying to relax so she does. Her eyes are dark as she glares up at me—and as much discomfort as I am in, her fury is like an aphrodisiac.

I nearly moan, smirking a little, which only infuriates her further.

Lily is just as insanely addicted to and possessive of me as I have always been of her.

I duck my head down to her shoulder, bending to whisper, “Do you want to feel it inside you?”

“Please. Please.”

I remove her hand, tucking myself back and zipping my fly before I grasp her chin.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Lil,” I say, low in the heated space between us. “I’m gonna make you come, baby, but not with my cock. What do you want? My fingers or my mouth?”

I’ve played this game with her one too many times. But I can’t resist it. Her body tightens, her head already shaking, eyes welling. “No. Tor—”