Letting out a breath, I drop onto my bed and prop my hand behind my head, not bothering to wipe the lipstick off the wall behind my head. Instead, I grab the small tube and flick the lid on and off with my thumb just to give me something to do. I lay in complete darkness, not in the mood to bother with the TV.
Moments pass before light outside my window catches my eye and I turn my head, finding Brielle’s bedroom filled with the dim light shining from her open bathroom door. Her silhouette moves across the room, and she darts into her closet before quickly dressing. The lights go out and her room is flooded with darkness … until it isn’t.
A soft lamp shines through the room, and I watch through the small opening as she walks to the window and double checks that it’s locked before doing the same to her bedroom door. A smug grin ripples across my face knowing she’s doing that solely for my benefit. She has no fucking idea how I got into her room last night, and I don’t plan to share that information with her. Though I’m all too aware that she could be locking that door just to keep Jensen at bay, and that worries me more than it has the right to.
Killjoy settles herself in bed and I turn over in mine, being the creeper I promised myself I wouldn’t be, but I can’t stop looking at her, far too intrigued by this girl who’s not afraid to stand up to me. No girl has ever done that before, and they certainly haven’t captured my attention the way she has. She’s living next door, yet a part of me feels like that’s still so far.
I go to look away just as her hand lifts and my eyes focus on the movement, watching as it skirts down her body, brushing over her tits and down past her ribs, her back arching up off the bed as her head tilts back. Her other hand cups her breast as her knees come up and fall open.
No fucking way.
I sit up straight on my bed, my eyes as wide as saucers as my heart races.
Holy fucking hell, she’s not …
Her hand lowers further down her body and my heart jolts in my chest, my cock stiffening, already in my hand.
Fuck me. I should look away. This isn’t my business, but my eyes are glued through the window, watching as her hand slips under the blanket and she shudders, her fingers clearly brushing over her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, my dick rock fucking hard.
Brielle squirms from her own touch, and I’d do anything to be under that blanket with her hand, tasting her on my tongue and making her scream my name. She’s so fucking gorgeous, and now I sound like a goddamn stalker.
Great. Fucking great. Before I know it, I’ll be stealing her panties out of her dresser and sniffing them during the night. What the fuck is wrong with me? I need to get a grip—Yeah, a fucking tighter grip of my dick, that is.
FUCK!
Look away, bro. Look. Away.
Bri throws her head back as she reaches lower, and I can only imagine the way she pushes her fingers inside her sweet pussy, the way her walls would contract around them, the way they’d contract around me.
My hand moves slowly as I watch her, stroking up and down my thick length, feeling like a fucking perv, but she’s doing the impossible—making me think of something other than Colby Jacobs and what he did to my sister—and for that, I can never thank her enough.
She picks up her speed and I match her pace, more than ready to explode the second she does, and knowing her body and exactly what she needs, she tips herself right over the edge not a moment later, coming hard and muffling her cries so Jensen down the hall doesn’t come looking.
Unbelievable pleasure rocks through me, and I come with her, spurting hot cum into my hand like a fucking tween coming for the first time. I’m hot and heady, panting and desperate, and without even knowing it, she’s got me right where she wants me.
I’m fucked, but one thing is for sure—I will be visiting her room again tonight, and this time, I’m taking things to a whole new level.
Chapter 12
BRIELLE
That fucking asshole. I’m going to kill him. I’m really going to kill him, and damn it, I’m going to enjoy it. I’ve never hated anybody like the way I hate Tanner Morgan.
Humiliation sweeps through me as I stare at the mirror across my bedroom, taking in the words written in black eyeliner as my cheeks flame. Waking up yesterday to realize he’d been in my room is one thing, but now this … fuck.