The Score (Off-Campus #3)(11)
He looks even more amused. “Oh, relax. It was just sex.” He makes no move to pull the sheet over his lower body. Instead, he stretches both arms high over his head, drawing my attention to his flexing muscles. And his wrists. He has red marks around his wrists…
Because I tied him to the bed last night.
Sweet mother of Moses.
When he catches where my gaze has gone, the corners of his mouth quirk up. “Granted, it was a lot kinkier than I thought it would be,” he continues with a wink. “But I ain’t complaining.”
Kill me. Just kill me.
As another rush of humiliation crashes over me, I grab the nearest item of clothing I can find—a black V-neck T-shirt—and throw it over my head. A familiar smell clouds my senses. Something spicy and masculine. It’s the same scent I breathed in last night when my lips were traveling over Dean’s bare chest. When my face was buried in his neck as I sucked on his skin like it was candy. And yep, there’s another hickey on his throat. I really went to town on this guy.
“We are not talking about it,” I say through clenched teeth. “It happened, it was fine, and it will never be mentioned again.”
“It was fine?” Smirking, Dean drags a hand down his chest, his long fingers resting right above the head of his thick erection. “It was more than fine and you know it.”
“Would you please, please get dressed?” I beg.
“Can’t. You’re wearing my shirt.” He arches a brow. “Why don’t you take it off and toss it this way?”
Fat chance. This guy is never laying eyes on my naked body again.
Since I refuse to give up the shirt, I do the next best thing and turn my back to him to go through my phone. I ignore Sean’s texts and skip to the ones from my friends. One from Hannah checking how my night was, and one from Megan asking me to brunch.
I quickly text Meg back with a resounding YES and ask her to pick me up from Garrett’s. Just as the gray bubble that indicates she’s typing a response appears, the phone is snatched from my hand.
“Hey!” I’m startled to find Dean behind me. Jeez. The guy moves like a ninja.
“I’m in charge of this, remember?” He’s mocking me again, keeping the phone out of my reach. “As your sponsor, I must advise you to ignore—” he glances at the screen “these nine text messages from your ex. No good will come out of reading them.”
He’s right about that. But after what happened between us last night, there’s no way Dean is going to be my relationship sponsor.
“It’s fine,” I mumble. “I don’t need your help.”
He echoes his earlier taunt. “Not what you said last night. Your phone stays with me this weekend, Allie-Cat. No arguments.”
Allie-Cat? Oh help me Rhonda. He’s given me a pet name.
“I’m meeting a friend,” I say tightly. “So I need my phone, okay? Besides, your sponsor duties are officially done. I’m going back to the dorms after brunch.”
He frowns. “No, you’re staying the weekend.”
“Not anymore.”
I attempt to grab my phone from him. He moves it aside again. “Is this because we fucked last night?”
My cheeks are scorching. “What part of never mention it again didn’t you understand?”
“This is bullshit. You can’t leave just because you and I got wasted and screwed around a couple times. You’re totally overreacting.”
I take a deep breath. “Can we please not talk about it?”
“Babe, do you think I enjoy talking about this stuff? I’d rather roll around in broken glass than deal with this whole morning after shit. If you were any other girl, I’d say forget it, but you’re Wellsy’s best friend, so that means we’ve gotta talk about it.” He curses suddenly. “Oh shit. Wellsy is going to kill me.”
Oh shit is right. I’ll definitely be on the receiving end of a stern lecture from Hannah if she finds out I slept with Dean. Maybe in a few days, or a week—or a decade—I’ll be able to tell her what happened last night, but right now, I want to forget all about it. Which means keeping my best friend in the dark for as long as I can.
“She’s not going to kill you, because we’re not going to tell her,” I say firmly. “Seriously, this has to stay between us.”
“Agreed.”
“And you’re not allowed to bring it up ever again. As far as I’m concerned, it didn’t happen.”
He gives me a cocky grin. “Don’t kid yourself, baby doll. You won’t be able to stop thinking about me now that you’ve had a taste of this.” To punctuate that, he grips his semi-hard dick and gives it a slow stroke.
A jolt of heat spirals down to my core.
Argh. Stupid Dean and his stupid awesome dick.
“I’ve already forgotten all about it,” I lie. But in my head, more memories crop up, making me want to scream in frustration.
“I like you like this…”
“Ha. So you admit it—you do like me,” he drawls.
I smile at his immobilized wrists. “I said I like you like this.” My mouth slowly descends on his erect cock. “Completely at my mercy…”
Sweet lord. My cheeks are on fire again. Sean wasn’t always on board with my adventurous nature when it came to sex. I was the one who had to coax and plead with him to try whatever kinky new idea sparked my interest.