Her little nose scrunches up, eyeing my sheets with disdain. She has a possessive streak. And it only gets me harder.
“No one’s been in here for a long time,” I say, crawling over her, my palms braced on either side of her head.
“That’s a lie.”
Oh, right. The chick from the night Holden decided to go rogue. I don’t even know her name. All I know is that while I was minding my own fucking business, she snuck into my room. When I told her to get the fuck out, she dropped to her knees, her fingers undoing the button of my jeans in record time. For a brief moment, I considered letting her suck me off. I figured she might be a nice distraction from the little devil underneath me. But she felt all wrong. Her tits were too big. Her hair the wrong color. In short, she wasn’t Shayne. And as it turns out, my dick didn’t want anything to do with her. No sooner had I zipped up my pants and told her to leave than I heard the commotion out in the hall.
“She tried it. I wasn’t interested.”
Shayne narrows her eyes at me, searching for signs of deception. She won’t find any. “If I let you touch me again, are you going to turn cold and leave me right after?”
“Probably,” I answer truthfully. Disappointment and maybe even hurt flash in her eyes and I feel a stab of regret for putting it there. “Unless…”
“Unless what?” she asks, her eyes locked onto my chest, avoiding my gaze. Her little fingers toy with the strings of my hoodie as she waits for my response.
“Unless you want to stay.”
What the fuck am I saying?
Hopeful blue eyes meet mine, and it’s that look right there that tells me what I already know. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s only going to make things more difficult when this thing, whatever it is, inevitably blows up in both our faces. Even if she didn’t know about Grey, her brother is still responsible for the death of mine. That’s something you don’t move on from.
“In here?” she asks, her tone slightly defensive. Guarded. She doesn’t trust me. I don’t trust her. And until that changes, the walls we’ve stacked up high over the past year will stay firmly in place.
I nod silently, dipping my head to kiss her collarbone. She arches her neck in invitation, turning her head to the side. She smells so fucking good, a combination of my shampoo and something uniquely Shayne. I slip my hand between her thighs, feeling her pussy still slick with the evidence of her orgasm. I tease her clit with the tip of my finger, working her up all over again.
“Are you going to sleep in my bed, Shayne?” I ask before catching her earlobe between my teeth, tugging. “Because I think it’s time that I get something out of this.” I throw her earlier words back at her.
Shayne shivers beneath me as she rocks into my hand, but she doesn’t give me the words I want to hear.
“Yes or no?” I ask, slipping a finger inside her. Her hands come up to grip my biceps and squeeze.
“Yes,” she breathes. “But we’re going to talk first.”
I groan, knowing that was coming, but my finger doesn’t stop pumping. “You can talk. I’ll do this.”
“You fixed my tires,” she says, trying to keep her voice normal.
“You helped Holden,” I say by way of explanation.
“You slept with Taylor,” she accuses, the hurt in her voice evident.
I pause my movements, looking down into her pools of blue. I pull my fingers from her, my hand curling around her hip. “I never fucked her. As soon as I saw your face, I made her leave.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, and the relief I see in them does something to me. I knew she thought I fucked Taylor, and I let her think that. I wanted her to. But now…now I feel like a dick.
“My turn. Aiden wants you.”
“I don’t want him.”
“I don’t want anyone else touching you.”
“Same goes for you.”
“Deal.”
“Thayer?”
“Yeah?”