“I think I’d know.”
“I’d think so, too. Want me to show you again? Because that was a f**king hot sight if I’ve ever seen one.”
What the hell is she talking about? My dick was throbbing so hard in my pants from her orgasm, and she hadn’t even known that she had one. Am I missing something?
She sat up and self-consciously covered herself. “Um…no.”
“Hey,” I said, taking her face in my hands, “it’s a compliment. I’d do it all over again to watch you one more time.”
She furiously blushed again. I took her hand in mine and placed it on the front of my pants. She jerked back really quick, but I grabbed it and laid it on my dick again.
“See what you do to me.”
“Grant,” she said softly, removing her hand again, “I don’t…I’ve never felt like this. I’m not this…”
She splayed her hands out before her, but I wasn’t sure what she’d meant. All I heard was that she’d never felt like this. About a guy? The orgasm?
I decided to push my luck. Pretty standard for me. I started climbing on top of the bed, and she scrambled backward. My hands latched on to her waist, and I laid her out flat beneath me.
“You know,” I said into her ear, “I’ve never felt like this either.”
I started grinding my hips against her, and she whimpered. Her hands gripped my forearms, neither pushing me away nor pulling me closer. I wanted nothing more than to loose my dick from my pants, slide it against the wetness I’d created between her legs, and ride her as hard as she’d let me. My body was literally aching to be inside her. I was sure she could feel my need as it put pressure between her thighs.
Aribel groaned and pulled me down until my lips met hers. I indulged her as I slid my hand down her bare thigh. I reached underneath her to grab her ass, and she jumped slightly. My c**k twitched as she thrust upward against me.
“Please,” I groaned. “Please, Ari.”
She shook her head, but her eyes were filled with the same desire consuming my body. I wanted so desperately to ignore her. I wanted to take what was lying beneath me, take what was mine.
Aribel Graham is mine.
Chapter 18: Aribel
Ever since Grant had left my apartment without a word three days ago, I’d been sleeping like shit. I knew that I shouldn’t agonize over what had possibly gone wrong, but I couldn’t figure out what had happened. The only thing that stuck out was the fact that I hadn’t slept with him. That must be it. He must have thought that after just one date, I’d give it up, and when I hadn’t, he’d moved on. I couldn’t think of another explanation.
And I was amazed, quite shocked actually, that I was physically and emotionally beating myself up about it. For a minute, I’d wanted to rush over to his house and offer myself. The logical side of my brain told me that wouldn’t keep him around any more than me denying him had, but it was difficult to keep myself in check.
Deep down I’d known it was happening. When I had agreed to go on a date with Grant—maybe even before then when I had called him to help with my car—I’d known that I was falling for him. But I’d thought that one date would prove that he was everything I’d thought he was—an arrogant, conceited, manipulative, ass**le, playboy rocker who cared for nothing but which bed he was landing in. While that image hadn’t wavered because he was absolutely every one of those things, I’d managed to find that there was more to Grant McDermott…and that had been my downfall.
I’d really thought we had some kind of moment, a connection even, but it all came back to sex. How could I ever think I would hold someone like Grant McDermott’s interest? What did I have to offer that he couldn’t easily get somewhere else? Just thinking about it was irritating me all over again.
And look, I hadn’t even been paying attention to my chemistry professor, so I had missed the entire slide with the homework assignment on it.
I caught up to Kristin as she exited the classroom. “Hey!”
Kristin stopped and waited for me. “What’s up?”
“I forgot to write down the homework assignment. Do you think I could get it from you?”
“You? What?”
Yeah. Great. Just point out the fact that I’m not myself. “So, do you think I could see it?” I asked.
“Um…sure, hold on.”
She pulled out her paper, and I started scribbling down the pages and pages of work I needed to read and all the problems I had to finish before lab on Thursday.
“So, not to be nosy or anything, but after Grant got your number last weekend, did he, like, actually call you?” Kristin asked.
Ugh! Grant.
She must have seen my grimace because she quickly said, “Never mind. He was probably just trying to get some ass, like always. You shouldn’t feel bad that he didn’t call you.”
Breathe in, breathe out, Aribel. Think before you speak for once in your life. “Don’t feel bad for me. Grant McDermott is as likely to get some ass from me as I am of getting a B on the next test.”
“Wait, you mean he didn’t have sex with you at the League?”
“Who told you we did?” I asked carefully.
“Everyone. I mean, everyone was talking about it. Something about a quickie in the back room.”
I saw red. I didn’t even know what to think or do about the situation, but it felt like in one easy swoop Grant McDermott had ruined my carefully constructed reputation.
“I didn’t have sex with Grant. You can tell that to everyone else who asks you, too.”
Kristin looked at me skeptically. “But you were backstage with him, right?”
“Just because I was backstage doesn’t mean I had sex with him!” I snapped.
A few people glanced our way, and I reminded myself to breathe. I scrawled the last few notes into my notebook and then passed hers back. “We didn’t have sex.”
“Okay…you didn’t have sex.”
I ground my teeth together at the disbelieving inflection in her voice. I didn’t even know what else to say, so I just turned around and walked away. I hadn’t bothered thanking her for her notes.
I snatched my phone and dialed Grant’s number. I couldn’t believe that I was giving in and calling that bastard again.
He picked up on the third ring. “Hey, Princess.”
Cocky, conceited, arrogant prick. I wanted to wipe the smirk right off his face. I wanted to forget ever going on a date with him or kissing him or letting him do more. I wanted to forget the last three days of exhaustion, wondering why he had snuck out of my house and why he hadn’t called me back. I’d never had those thoughts before, and I just wanted him out of my life, so this could all stop.