“No need to run. We both know you want me. Why are you fighting it?”
“Because you’re a terrible person.”
“Am I?”
I lean my forehead against the door and shiver when he moves my hair to the side and peppers my neck with soft, open-mouthed kisses.
“I don’t understand why you’re so mean and then kiss me like this. It doesn’t make sense. I gave you my insurance information. Just collect the money already, let’s be done with this nonsense.”
“You think kissing me is nonsense?”
He turns me around and his tongue traces down the path between my breasts. He shifts from side to side and I gasp when his fingers reach up to tweak my nipples.
“Tell me you don’t love every second of this torture, Gabi.”
“I—” I moan when his palm covers my breast and he squeezes. He grinds into me and I cry out. And then he’s on his knees and lifting my dress before I even know what’s happening. “What—”
“If I touch you and you’re not dripping wet, you can leave and I won’t bother you again. Deal?”
I groan again, knowing what he’ll find. He pushes my panties to the side and leisurely swipes his finger over my slick center.
“You’re drenched,” he whispers. “Just admit you’re mine.” He plunges a finger in me, in and out, in and out, and then two fingers, swirling my wetness around before thrusting back in. When he leans in and sucks my clit, I let out a long moan.
“Raf,” I gasp.
I’ve been fucked by a porn star before, but it was nowhere near as hot as this. Luke was always checking his angles. His room had mirrors everywhere, and he was so concerned about how he looked all the time, his attention always felt divided. At work, he spent most of his time on the foreplay, so when it came to the two of us in his bedroom, he was all about getting a quick fix. It took time before I realized he was all about his big finish and saved his partner’s satisfaction for screentime.
Raf doesn’t come up for air until I’m slamming my hands against the wall and chanting his name over and over again. I splinter apart into a thousand pieces and he takes his time, pulsing his fingers in as far as they’ll go while my walls squeeze him impossibly tight.
He stands up and wipes his mouth and his chin and thrusts into me. “The next time I touch you, it’ll be with my cock.”
I shiver, the words feeling like both a threat and a promise. He pulls away and opens the door. The sliver of brightness from the other room casts light on his face. He smirks at me and I already know I’m going to hate what he says next.
“Go home, Gabi. Show’s over.”
Chapter Nine
I take my shame home, skirting past the couples making out in Raf’s living room. No one pays much attention to me, which is a good thing. I’m sure I look even worse than I feel. Toby Matthison comes in as I’m leaving and he lifts his head in acknowledgment. I don’t know why the guy makes me nervous, but he does.
I make it to my house and collapse against the door, feeling the weight of a thousand angsty nights. How do I manage to pick the worst guys to like? I wish I knew what Raf wants from me. He’s given me two orgasms and I still haven’t even touched him. It doesn’t add up. Nothing about him does. I had one conversation with him, one day when he was kind to me. He opened up about his music, he took care of me. Where is that guy?
I think about the lilies that were outside the door this morning. I’ve been trying to put them out of my mind all day, but now that I’m home and it’s dark and my mom still isn’t home, I’m thinking about it a lot. I hope Luke isn’t trying to enter the picture again. My dad will kill him if he finds out. Literally.
I take a long bath and try to read but fall asleep instead, startling when my mom walks into the room.
“Josephine?”
“What? What’s wrong?” I sit up, panicked.
I glance at the clock and it’s only ten thirty. It feels like midnight.
“There’s been an accident with one of the students at Longlake. Do you know a guy named Toby Mathison at all?”
I rub my eyes and try to get my heart rate to return to normal. “You scared me to death. Not well, but yeah, I’ve met him. Why?” My stomach clenches and I lean against my headboard, thinking about the weirdness at Raf’s house with Toby. “Is he okay?”
Her lips tighten and she backs into the hall. “It’s not looking good. How well do you know—nevermind, we can talk later. I’m sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep.”
I nod and she turns off the light. I lie in the dark staring at the ceiling for hours.
My mom is gone when I get up and I’m running so late I don’t even have time for a shower. There’s a text from Ashton asking if I need a ride and I tell him I’ll drive myself.
I don’t want to see Raf or Ashton today. I’ve had enough of the male species right now.
I wonder about Toby as I brush my teeth and wish I’d seen my mom again to find out if she knows anything else about what happened. I don’t know much about him or his family.
There are police cars in the parking lot and everyone keeps their distance as they walk past the cars. There are two officers inside and I watch as they walk side by side to the office.
Raf, Henry, and Ashton are at their lockers when I reach mine and they’re preoccupied. I make it to my locker
