Page 29 of Hell House
“Another Disney movie reference.”
“Nah, I think I’ll cap it at those two. Don’t need you knowing how big of a nerd I am. It’d hurt my reputation.”
“Well, we can’t have that.”
I turn facing the brick wall, my back to Pierce. It feels significantly warmer now that I’m tucked in against Pierce. I push away the fact that he’s still shirtless and now snuggled in next to me. In my bed. Shit.
“Goodnight witch.”
I let out an exasperated sigh, “Sweet nightmares, Ledger.”
It doesn’t take long for me to fall asleep as I’m nestled up to the one person that irritates me the most.
My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton. I try moving my body but am unable to. My eyes fly open as I realize I’m still in bed with Pierce, and he’s holding me flush against him. My every curve lining up with him. Not only that, but I feel a slight rocking against my clit by his very erect cock. I let out a moan, not meaning to but holy fucking shit. He rocks again and it sends a shot of warmth up my spine.
All thoughts of why this is such a horrible idea empty from my head when I feel Pierce’s fingers slide down my front and grab a handful of my breast, flicking my nipple. I have no idea why I’m allowing this other than it feels so good. I arch myself back against him and hear a grunt escape his lips.
“Fuck, Salem.” He says grinding his full length down my wet slit. My underwear is completely drenched but it seems to be the only scrap of fabric separating us from having him thrust inside of me.
My breaths are coming in fast as I feel his lips on my neck. The sensation of his lips on my skin snaps whatever this fever dream I’m locked in and I shrug out of his embrace, clutching my heart and running my fingers through my messy hair.
“I said ONE rule, Pierce!”
“You seemed to be enjoying it though.” He says, reaching for me, but I shove his hand away before he can pull me back in. He runs his hand up and down his erection that has freed itself from his pajama pants and fuck me it’s huge. I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from it and find myself licking my lips.
“That’s it baby, I can see how much you want this.”
My eyes snap up to his, “Never in a million years.” I spit out.
He lets out a groan, still working himself over, “Never?” He cocks a smile at me, and goddamn him I don’t know if I want to slap him or kiss him. I feel a surge of anger over the confusion he’s making me feel. I shove him, this time off the bed. He lets out a yelp and stands up with a menacing stare. I meet him with an equally fierce glare, one that hopefully says, “Take your enormous cock out of here and fuck right off.”
“You wanna play like that baby girl?” He says hooking a hand around my ankle as he yanks me forward, I’m lined up against him before I even know what’s hit me. He slams his lips against mine, and for some reason, I open for him. I stroke my tongue over his as he grinds his hips down into me. The friction of our bodies sends a delicious heady warmth down into my clit. My body is screaming at me to have him and have him right the fuck now. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer, even though my head whispers at me to push him away- my clit has other plans. All of which include getting an orgasm from Pierce. He leans back suddenly and slaps my inner thigh.
“What the fuck?” I seethe embarrassed by how needy he’s made me and missing his body against mine. He lets out a dark chuckle as he looks down at me with satisfaction.
He stands up and tucks his cock back into his pants, grinning at me. “Never, huh?”
“Get out, asshole!” I feel my face burn with anger, lust, and disappointment. Feelings I don’t want to explore further because I’m too busy launching myself onto my feet to shove Pierce out of my room.
“I’m keeping your blanket by the way.” A look of surprise crosses his face before I’m slamming the door.
Fuck Pierce Ledger.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Skye
Icould barely sleep last night. Lukas may be hot as hell, but he snored like a lawn mower that was running all night and I was pretty sure I’d heard him jerking off at some point, although that could have just been my imagination, but damn did I feel all kinds of turned on laying mere feet from him.
I was feeling extra grumpy this morning from my lack of sleep for the second night in a row. Dark circles replaced my usually bright skin, making them look puffy with exhaustion. No amount of concealer was working on those babies this morning.
The air in the house felt crisp this morning, and I pulled on an extra pair of knee socks as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t disturb Lukas who’s engine-like snore was still revving away. Lucky jackass. I slightly envied his ability to sleep that deeply.
I wish the school’s dress code wasn’t so archaic and would allow girls to wear pants if they wanted. It seemed that no matter how many steps we’d made as women, there were people determined to keep us rooted in the past. I fix my plaid skirt in place and button up my wrinkled white shirt. I originally planned to get dressed in the bathroom, but it was full of guys this morning. I’d have to work out what schedule everyone kept to avoid accidentally stepping in on a hoard of nude dudes. I sweep my hair up into my space-buns and finish applying my makeup in a handheld mirror. I skip doing a cat eye since I can’t really see well in the dim lit room and tiny mirror.
I make my way down the stairs avoiding the gaze of the creepy cherubs that stare at me from the railing. The closer I get to the kitchen, the stronger the smell of bacon gets. My mouth is already salivating by the time I reach the bottom stair.
The guy cooking, who I think is named Graham, is dancing around the kitchen singing into the spatula. I stand back watching the performance with a smile. I’m rapt by his easy movements and sheer joy he has as he moves around the kitchen wielding his spatula. He does an air guitar movement in his big finish, and I let out a clap, practically bouncing on my toes with enthusiasm.
