Empire High Betrayal(19)

Was that the end of the story? I felt his love. And with it, there shouldn’t have been any room for hate. But God I hated Isabella.

“You’re better than her.” He dropped his forehead to mine. “Your heart is too good to ever be like her.”

I wanted to believe him. I’m good. I’m not like Isabella. And even though I trusted my dad, I’d never trust Isabella. “Please don’t make me go back there.” I felt lighter since stepping foot in Matt’s house. Despite his dad hating me, I felt safe here. I felt like I’d shaken some kind of darkness off my shoulders. Maybe it was just because I was breathing in Matt’s exhales. The familiar scent of cinnamon was calming and exhilarating at the same time.

I didn’t want to be evil. I didn’t want to kill anyone. That was crazy. I wasn’t crazy. I lifted my leg, straddling Matt on his bed. It was like the closer I got to him, the more I felt like myself.

His hands settled on my waist. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said against my lips.

I’d rather him be the crazy one than me. I pressed my lips against his and savored the groan I got from him. His fingers tightened on my waist as I deepened the kiss. I knew I should have been telling him about awkwardly showering with James. Or how I’d been spending most of my nights in Miller’s bed. But I needed this. I needed him. And I could feel him beneath me. He needed me too.

For just a few minutes we were a happy couple. No ups and downs. No good or bad moments. Just us. I left a trail of kisses down his neck and got another delicious groan from him.

His hands splayed against the top of my thighs, his thumbs dangerously close to touching me where I’d dreamt about.

Normally we’d stay like this. He was patient with me. Always waiting.

But I’d told him my darkest fear and he’d washed it away. He knew me. He loved me. And I wanted to do for him what his brother so casually mentioned. What I’d literally seen Rachel do to James. Wasn’t that what he needed from me?

I tried to move off his lap to get down on my knees.

“What are you doing?” he said, his fingers digging into my skin, not letting me move.

“I want to do that…thing.”

“What thing?”

I ran my index finger along the waist of his jeans.

His lips brushed against my ear. “Say it.”

“I want to show you how much I love you.”

“How am I supposed to know that you’re ready if you won’t say it?” he whispered in my ear.

I swallowed hard. “I want to lick you.”

“Where, baby?” The scruff of his 5 o’clock shadow was rough against my jaw.

“Here.” I pressed my palm against his hardness and he groaned again. God, he was big. I wasn’t experienced like Rachel. I had no idea what I was doing. But I wanted to do it for him. He’d been waiting for me. I didn’t want to make him wait any longer.

“Say it,” he groaned as he kissed me behind my ear.

I whimpered instead of responding.

“I want to hear you say the words.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted me to say. Everything that came to mind sounded very sex education class instead of sexy.

He kissed behind my ear again. “Say it, baby. Tell me you want my cock in your pretty little mouth.”

Fuck. His words were dirtier than I expected them to be. But it was exactly what I wanted. “Yes. That.”

“Say the words. And I’ll give you whatever you want.”

It felt like my heart was beating in my throat. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

“God I love you.” In one second flat, he’d spun us around and slammed my back against his plush mattress. His lips on mine were more frantic than before. “Let me taste you first.” He kissed down my neck and collarbone as he pulled my tank top down. He lifted his head and locked eyes with me as he pulled it down the rest of the way, exposing my bra. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

I had no idea what he was planning on doing to me. But I didn’t want him to stop. I shifted beneath him instead of responding.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He pulled down my bra cup and took one of my nipples in his mouth.

Oh God. “Please,” I moaned. I wasn’t even sure what I was begging him for. I just wanted more of…that. Why had I ever worn a shirt around him? Shirts were no longer necessary. I reached down to try to remove his too.

He laughed against my breast, but his laughter was mixed with someone else’s. My eyes flew to the now opened door.

Mason laughed. “Having fun?”

What the hell? How long had Mason been standing in the doorway? I grabbed the front of my tank top.

Matt leaned forward and pulled my strap back in place before turning to his brother. “What the hell, man? Can’t you knock?”

Mason shrugged. “Dad wants to talk to you guys,” he said as he leaned against the doorjamb. “Should I tell him you two need a minute?”

“No.” My voice came out squeaky and high-pitched. “We’re ready now.”

Mason laughed. “At least Matt didn’t pull a Rachel and try to bite your nipple off when I walked in. Come on, it seems like Dad’s in a significantly better mood now that Mom told him to be.” He pushed himself off the doorjamb but didn’t move.