Chapter 218
LUCA
She walked in with bags.
I quirked a brow. “Shopping spree?”
I was trying hard not to think about spreading her legs and burying my face between them until she forgo the word friends.
Fuck.
Don’t think about that.
New day. That never happened. One-time thing. I kept needing to remind myself of my own rule, like saying it enough times would make my body obey it.
“Yeah.” She smiled. Easy. Bright. Too normal. “I had fun with Blair and Olivia. They helped me pick out
some stuff.”
“That’s nice.”
Don’t think about her breasts.
Don’t think about her ass.
Stop thinking about her in the shower. Against the glass. On the desk with papers on the floor. On her back on the carpet saying my name like it belonged in her mouth.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Was that still her handprint against the window?
I was losing it.
Big time.
“You had a good practice earlier,” she said.
I frowned.
She had not clocked the two times I almost crashed. She always spotted that. She could not have been paying attention. Or she had been paying attention to something else.
“Mhm.” I stuffed food in my mouth. Distraction. I was looking for any distraction I could find that was not her mouth. “Looking forward to qualifying tomorrow.”
I did not think I would do well unless I got her out of my head.
And that was not happening.
I was in for a shitty day. I knew that much. Turn 5 was already waiting for me with her voice in it.
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“Do you have a movie in mind for tonight?”
owned. “Movie?”
“Did you forget? We’re watching a movie tonight.”
I cleared my throat. “Right. Anything you want is fine.”
She frowned. Really frowned, like I had just failed a test I usually aced. “You always insist on picking. We fight about it all the time. What’s wrong with you today?”
Everything.
Last night.
This morning.
The way she had looked at my cock and then locked the bathroom door.
The fact that I could still feel her if I let my mind slip.
“Tonight you choose,” I said after swallowing hard.
I could not fight her. My mind was in the wrong rooms. Wrong places. My body was still craving hers like the night had not ended.
“Okay. I’ll freshen up. We can watch after.”
I watched her go into her room and fell back against the couch.
How was she so normal after last night?
I could not seem to think straight and she was moving about like everything was fine. Like she had already forgotten. And it had been her first fucking time. I was still in shock about that. Her being a virgin. How tight she had been. How fucking thrilled that made me in a way I had no right to feel.
Mine.
The thought touched down too fast.
I shoved it away.
I got the snacks. Dimmed the main light. Same blanket as every other movie night we had survived as friends.
Same two cushion gap I used to pretend I needed.
She took longer than usual.
Usually it would take her fifteen minutes.
Over an hour had already passed. What was she doing so long in there?
I checked the time twice. Then a third time.
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Qualifying was tomorrow. I needed sleep. I needed a clear head. I needed her to come out in sweatpants and something over her face.
The door opened.
I glanced.
Looked back at the TV.
Froze.
No way I had seen that..
It must have been a mistake.
I looked again. To make sure it was a mistake.
My mouth fell open.
Motherfucker.
Charlotte was in a dress.
A short one.
A sexy one.
See-through enough that my brain stopped making the right thoughts.
I could see the shape of her. Her sexy legs. The marks I had left still there on her body, looking so fucking good I wanted to put my mouth back on them and leave more.
And was she wearing makeup?
To watch a movie?
Even her hair was down and it looked like she’d been at a salon earlier.
What the fuck.
Was she trying to kill me?
Why choose to wear that for movie night? Here? Inside? After I had said one night and she had agreed and then gone shopping with women who clearly wanted me in the ground.
I sat up too fast.
The bowl nearly went.
She walked in like this was normal. Like we had not burned a line through this suite last night.
Like my cock had not already decided the film was irrelevant.
“You’re staring,” she said.
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“What is that?”
glanced down. Innocent. Dangerous. “It’s a dress.”
“It’s missing pieces.”
“Blair picked it.”
“Blair is trying to end me,” I mumbled under my breath.
She sat on the couch.
Closer than she usually did.
The already tiny dress rode up.
I looked at the ceiling like it could help me tonight. It could not. The ceiling had seen too much. The window still had her handprint if I let myself look.
“Movie,” I said. My voice sounded hoarse. “You pick.”
She named something.
I did not hear it.
I pressed play anyway.
Images moved.
I did not watch them.
I watched her thigh and hated myself for it.
One night.
I had said it.
She had agreed as well.
Then she had gone shopping and come back dressed to kill, and I was supposed to sit here like a best friend and not put my hands on her.
Qualifying was tomorrow.
I needed sleep.
I needed a clear head.
I needed to not put a car in the wall because I was thinking about the way that dress would come off.
Was she wearing panties? What color would it be?
Fuck.
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I could already see it. That was the problem. I could already feel it. My cock was hard in my sweatpants like last night had never ended.
She reached for popcorn.
Her arm brushed mine.
I did not move away.
That was the first mistake of the evening.
The second was looking.at her mouth.
The third was remembering how it had sounded while she screamed with my cock inside her, spreading her, taking every inch I had sworn I would not give her.
I stared at the screen until my eyes burned and still saw her.
The dress kept riding. Every shift. Every breath. I gripped the bowl like it was a steering wheel. My jaw hurt. My pulse was in the wrong places. I counted corners in my head. Turn 1. Turn 2. It did not help. Turn 5 came with her voice anyway.
“Luca.”
“What.”
“You’re not watching.”
“I am.”
“You’re looking at the wall.”
I dragged my eyes back to the TV. Some couple was talking. I had no idea who they were. I had no idea what the plot was. The only plot in this room was her thigh against the cushion and the fact that I could smell her shampoo and somehow still smell me on her. And I fucking loved it a little too much.
I wanted to drag her into my lap.
I wanted to put my hand under that apology of a dress and find out if she was wet.
I wanted to ask her what the hell she thought she was doing wearing that in front of a man who had just learned the sound she made when she came.
I did none of it.
I sat there and suffered.
Every minute was a fight. Don’t look at her chest. Don’t look at the marks. Don’t remember how her pussy had felt around me, tight enough to ruin a practice session.
Don’t lean in. Don’t break the rule I had been stupid enough to say out loud.
She laughed at something on screen.
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The sound went through me.
Imost groaned.
One night was already a joke.
She had just walked in here wearing almost nothing, closer than friends sat, smelling like trouble, and I had no idea how I was supposed to sit through a film without putting my hands on her again.
I lasted another scene.
Maybe two.
Then her knee touched mine and stayed there.
I shut my eyes.
I was going to fail qualifying.
I was going to fail this couch if I didn’t get up soon and get the fuck out of here.
I was going to fail the only rule that was supposed to keep her safe from me.
Fuck my life.
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Dex Morgan
Dex works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.