Captivated by Him(11)

By: Terri E. Laine


I don’t know if it was pain I felt as his fingers tangled in my hair. I just wanted more as I dug my nails into his biceps.

Our tongues danced in step with one another. The boy knew how to kiss. It wasn’t sloppy, but controlled and dangerous as his attraction for me was evidenced by the growing hardness pressed to my core.

We didn’t stop. Hell, I wrapped my legs around him, lining us up more than perfectly. I could have kissed him for hours—days, even. In fact, I wasn’t sure how long we’d been making out before his hands inched up my ribcage, stopping just underneath my breasts. Only after his thumbs flicked over my covered nipples and I had the urge to get totally naked did my brain cells kick in.

“No, we can’t,” I said, pushing him back.

We panted, but there was a need in him that I was sure would devour me.

“No, not here,” he agreed.

I should have protested and clarified what I meant, though I wanted to give in. Something told me he would do things to me I’d only imagined. But I also knew I would fall hard, like flat on my ass, if I had sex with him. And the good girl in me was winning this round.

When the door was open, music filled the space that had seemed relatively quiet with only the two of us.

I’d only had to see a flash of my hair in the mirror to tell it was mussed. Gavin’s friend was leaning against a wall nearby. With my hand in Gavin’s, he dragged me over with him.

I had no idea what was on his mind, but I needed to explain to him this wasn’t happening between us. Though I wouldn’t embarrass him in front of his friend.

“Do you mind walking—” Gavin stopped talking when Reagan appeared. He pointed at her. “—her back to her dorm?”

My bestie was not amused. “I’m fine. I can get myself back to the dorm. I don’t need a babysitter.”

She stormed off and I followed after her.

“Reagan, wait,” I said as we made it outside.

She spun around to face me, but the fire died from her eyes when she saw it was only me.

“It’s okay if you want to hang out with him. I can find my way home.”

I shook my head. “No way I’m leaving you. I just need to talk to him and tell him we’re leaving together.”

She smiled. “Megan, it’s cool. You need this, though I don’t approve of him as your choice. I trust you know what you’re doing. And I get it. He’s hot. Just don’t go getting your feelings hurt, okay?”

Dumbly, I nodded. “I’m not going to hook up with him, okay.”

She shrugged. “Judgment-free zone. If he’ll get you to move past Derrick, go for it. And then walk away, because guys like him…” She shook her head and didn’t finish. She leaned in for a hug. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Lots of people.” She held up her soda and pointed to the crowd. “Free drinks. Good music. It’s not bad, actually. Go!”

“I’ll be right back.”

She laughed. “No you won’t. Have fun. Text me if you’re not coming home so I know you’re okay.”

I nodded, feeling bad. I walked away trying to believe she was wrong. I wouldn’t be spending the night with Gavin anywhere.





7





gavin





Watching Megan walk away, I had a feeling my plans for the night were derailed.

“Dude, what is it with that chick?” I chuckled, thinking of her friend. “She’s got a hard-on for you.”

“I think it’s just the opposite.” Tade wasn’t at all amused and he hadn’t spoken loudly. Good that I could read lips.

“Does that mean you’re giving up?” I asked.

Before he answered, Megan was back.

“I have to go,” she all but yelled, eyes full of regret.

I stared at Tade in a way he would understand. It was a do me a solid glare. “Bro, walk her friend home.”

I had to almost shout to be heard over the music.

“Fine.” He headed off and I turned to face Megan.

She got on her toes and cupped a hand around my ear. “He didn’t have to do that. I should go. Reagan is not going to want him to walk her back.”

That puzzled me. Tade didn’t hurt for girls—just the opposite.

“Why?”

She gave me a pained smile. “Let’s just say she has a no-boys rule.”

Then it hit me. “She’s into girls. That’s cool.”

She shook her head furiously. “No, I don’t think so. I think she’s been hurt before. I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

I sighed and wondered for the millionth time why girls ran in packs and couldn’t do anything alone. I followed her outside and a smile twitched on my face.