Shattered by You (Tear Asunder 3)

The entire table stared at him and I looked back at my plate and grabbed a fry.

“Hey, baby.” Crisis bent over me, snatched the fry I nearly had in my mouth, took a bite then put the other half to my mouth.

I opened and his finger grazed my upper lip as he slowly fed me. I locked eyes with him and expected a smirk, a smile, a grin, but instead, I got that smoldering hot sexy look that had me wanting to say screw it and jump him.

Jump him. I hadn’t wanted to jump a guy in my life. I quickly looked back at my plate, but he wasn’t done yet and his hands came to rest on my upper arms. I stiffened when he slowly caressed up and down. Casual sex. Could I do casual sex? But there would be nothing casual about it. It would be heated and intense and . . . I sucked in air as his mouth came right next to my ear.

“I was hoping it was sloppy joe day. I’d love to see the juices around your mouth. I’d lick you clean this time, baby.” And he had to go say shit like that. He knew. He had to know what I was feeling right now and was teasing me. “You mind shifting over, buddy?”

I glanced over at Lac who frowned but slid over anyway. Crisis stepped over the bench and sat beside me. “Introduce me to your friends, Ice.”

“What are you doing here?” I whispered.

“I texted you to meet me outside. You didn’t respond. I hate being ignored . . . you know that.”

Yeah, I did and I still had my phone sitting in my back pocket. “How did you know I was here?”

“Your schedule has been posted in the library for weeks, babe.” And he’d obviously read it. And he was obviously enjoying my discomfort because he made sure his thigh was against mine.

Becky piped up from across the table, her flirty smile full-blown. “I’m Rebecca.”

Everyone introduced themselves, but it was Lac who Crisis paid attention to as he shook his hand. “You interested in dating Haven?”

Oh, my God. “Crisis.”

But Lac didn’t balk at Crisis’ question; instead, he grinned. “Yeah. Haven is pretty special.”

Dana interjected. “Crisis thinks so, too.”

Lac didn’t say anything.

Crisis stole another fry from my plate and ate it. “Yep. And she likes me . . . a lot.”

I did. God, I did. I liked him a lot and he’d noticed. Excitement thrummed through me because I was thinking that casual sex was going to have to come into play here. And despite it being a bad idea, it was also a good idea because sex was something I’d never wanted. Now I did and I wanted to experience it with Crisis.

There were a few chuckles from everyone except Kevin, who got up and left. Maybe he was still pissed about his phone.

Rebecca leaned forward, her breasts accentuated as she pushed her chest out. “So, do you want to come out with us tonight?”

“What’s tonight?” Crisis asked. He shifted his legs under the table, stretching them out and I felt the slow movement rub down the length of my thigh.

Rebecca started to tell him when Dana quickly interrupted and told him about karaoke. “Haven is coming if you want to join us. Maybe Kite, too? You guys can show us how it’s done.”

Crisis chuckled and Tanya and Rebecca sighed, their eyes having never left him. It was annoying and I had an odd tightening in my chest.

“He’s busy,” I said and went back to eating, although I could no longer taste the food.

“You going?” Crisis turned to Lac.

“Yeah, of course.”

“I’m going,” Becky chimed up.

“Me too,” Tanya said and batted her eyelashes.

Dana snorted. “Don’t be obvious at all. God, guys like a little challenge, not pussy thrown in their faces.”

“Debatable,” Dillon said laughing. “If it was Angelina—”

“Oh, shut up. You’re a pig and don’t count,” Dana retorted.

Dillon laughed and kissed Dana on the cheek.

“Sure. Why not? Music. I’m in.” Crisis cupped the back of my neck and leaned into me whispering in a low gravelled voice, “I can’t wait to hear you sing, Ice.”

What the hell was going on? Crisis was purposely trying to turn me on. He was flirting with me, not subtly like he did sometimes. This was bold, in-your-face flirting, and I liked it. No, I loved it and despite my hard limits to stay clear of attention—and Crisis was attention—I was faltering and I think Crisis was, too.

“I won’t be singing.” I’d never get up and sing. Not because I was scared of what others thought, because I didn’t care; I just hated being watched.

Dillon asked about the band and what they were working on and the conversation stirred around Tear Asunder. Any personal questions, Crisis deflected but he was casual about it and easily handled the attention. He also never let go of the casual hold on my neck.

“Babe, I gotta go. Kite’s waiting for me in the car.”

“All this time?”

He shrugged, smiling. “He was talking to some chick and her friends. He’s fine.” Crisis climbed out of the bench seat. He nodded to everyone and I noticed his eyes avoided Becky and Tanya, who had yet to take their eyes off him. And that made the tightening in my chest disappear. It was hard not turning to watch Crisis walk away, because no matter what we were, he had a sexy-as-hell ass that deserved to be looked at as often as possible.

“See you tonight, Haven.” Lac got up from the table. “Guys, we have practice in a half-hour.”

As soon as he was out of earshot, Dana said, “Lac likes you. Like really likes you and Dillon said he talks about you all the time.”

“He doesn’t know me.” I glanced over my shoulder at Lac and the boys as they left the cafeteria. Lac was tall, lean, and his arms were cut. Lac was a good guy and I liked him, but I couldn’t imagine kissing him. I couldn’t imagine kissing any guy except Crisis.