Page 118 of Secret Obsession
“Ah, ah,” Miles admonishes, putting his finger to my lips. “It’s this or no panties at all. And then my fresh cum will seep out of you and wet the crotch of your jeans. Would you like everyone to know what we did?”
Pretty sure they already know.
He smirks and grabs his phone.
He stops recording, the light extinguishing.
We stay still in the darkness for a moment, and then his flashlight comes back on. He finds our clothes, tossing mine to me. Bra, shirt, jeans. Shoes. Jacket.
I put it all back on silently, fighting off the urge to run away and finish the job Miles started.
“Does it burn?” he asks me, his eyes hungry. “Tell me what it feels like.”
“It feels like I’m going to explode.”
“But you’re not,” he confirms. “You’re my dirty little whore when I want you to be, but when we’re with our friends, you’re just a good girl with a secret. Isn’t that right?”
I frown.
He reaches out and strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. Those knuckles that can do so much damage are calming on my hot skin. And Iamhot. Burning up, as he said.
He opens his arms, and I step into them.
Automatic response.
What’swrongwith me?
But my arms wrap around him, and his around me, and I can’t help but feel like his words are true. Good girl with a secret. His dirty little whore. Both exist, both are true, and he frees both of those sides of me.
There’s something darker at work here, though. Another bet I haven’t spotted, a game in which the rules are in a foreign language. The other shoe about to drop and crush my heart before I can even give it away.
The longer I stay in his embrace, the more I want to run away.
35
MILES
“Two truths and a lie,” Knox announces.
I groan.
We’re in the living room of the hockey house. Friday night. We’re supposed to be taking it easy, according to Coach, because we face one of our biggest rivals tomorrow. It’s an away game, so we’ll be going by bus, per usual. This trip, however, is going to be a torturous six hours.
Plus, waking up and reporting to the arena for our pickup time at the crack of dawn is going to suck.
And because it’s so far away, there’s no fan bus. No extra bus, at all. If CPU students want to come, then they have to find their own way there.
It’s for that reason that Violet, Willow, and Aspen are staying here. They’re going to have a sleepover at Violet’s house, I guess. I can’t lie and say it doesn’t make me a little apprehensive.
Greyson and Steele must feel the same way, because they’re both holding their girls close tonight. Greyson and Violet are on the couch beside Willow and me. Steele has Aspen on his lap on one of the chairs.
Finch is flying solo tonight on another chair, and Tony and his boyfriend of the week are sitting on the floor near Finch. Knox stands in front of the television and fireplace, his eyes bright and a beer in his hand. No girl for him tonight.
In the wake of his suggestion, it seems like everyone has a different response. Violet and Greyson exchange a glance. Steele nods and smirks, pulling Aspen tighter against him. The other guys are shrugging.
Maybe I’m the only one who doesn’t want to play.
“Or we can play truth or dare,” Knox offers.
