“You’re not a boob guy,” I pointed out.
And then squealed when he gripped my ass with his hands in a way that could leave bruises. “Things change.”
“Grab my ass again, and I’m knocking you out.” I pulled away.
Funny, we both knew it was an empty threat as we cleaned up and went upstairs to our rooms.
And like before, when I went into the shower and heard the familiar thunk of his door shutting, I tossed him the body wash and ignored the tension between us.
And when we both went our separate ways, I did something I hadn’t done since he broke my heart.
I left my door open.
And waited.
It was maybe five minutes before I saw him standing in the doorway, and then he was walking over to my bed, and I was pulling the covers back, and he was crawling in next to me.
A tear slid down my cheek as he pulled me against his chest, and like he knew I would be crying, a thumb wiped the tear away as he whispered, “For old times’ sake, but Serena, this can’t happen we can’t—”
“I know,” I snapped. “Just—sleep.”
“I’ve never been able to sleep when you’re in my arms, Serena.”
“So, what did you do the whole time?”
He hesitated and then, “Wait for you to fall asleep and wish that I wasn’t in love with my best friend…”
Chapter Twenty
Junior
I woke up that next morning with my enemy in my arms. How could something so wrong… so forbidden… feel so right? The voices in my head were quiet, the anxious stir in my soul to fight, to bleed, to do something, was gone. All I had was perfection in my arms. I reached out and twirled a piece of her blond hair between my fingers.
With a moan, she turned to face me.
Both our eyes were open.
My chest heaved like I’d just gone for a two-mile sprint then jumped back into bed with her.
Our gazes collided, locked.
“Serena!” Nixon’s voice was loud enough to scare me shitless as he knocked. “You up yet?”
I froze.
Serena gulped. “No, Dad, I’m not dressed, so no barging in.”
He chuckled. “No repeats of when you were sixteen and pulled a gun on me?”
I shot her a questioning smirk only to have her smack me in the chest. I grabbed her hand when she did it and held on tight even though I promised her that this was it for us, that this couldn’t happen again, already I was going back on that, willing to sell my soul just to touch her.
“What do you need, Daddy?” she asked, her eyes not leaving mine.
“The university called,” he said after a few seconds. “And I’m sure you know why they called., Junior wasn’t in his room, but I texted him. I’m calling a meeting right now, and I need you ready.”
My heart thudded against my chest.
“’Kay,” she finally said. “Give me ten minutes.”
“Yup.” Footsteps sounded as he walked away.
“Shit.” I fell back against the mattress and pulled her on top of me in the process. She didn’t protest, just straddled me as her hair fell in a soft curtain over her right shoulder. “He’s either going to kill me or kill me.”
Serena smirked and then dug her nails into my chest and scraped down until she got to my low-slung sweats. “Yup, pretty much.”
“Bitch.” I laughed. “You’re not even going to lie to me, are you?”
“Nope.” She hooked her fingers into my sweats and tugged them down.
I flinched. “What are you doing?”
She shrugged. “Just in case he shoots you in the dick, I’ll at least have this to focus on whenever I’m alone in my room with nothing but two hands…”
I jerked as she grabbed me with her right hand, torn between telling her to stop or to hurry.
“Serena,” I hissed as she bent over my cock. “We shouldn’t—”
I lost all train of thought as her tongue slid over me. “You were saying?”
“Nothing.” I gripped the sheets with my hands as she sucked me dry, her tongue swirling around my head like I was her favorite flavor. “So good, always so good with you, damn your mouth is hot…”
She pulled away. “Back to enemy number one after this, Junior, so you better enjoy It.”
“Doesn’t have to be like that.” But even as I said it, I knew it was a lie, we had no choice, and we had too many sins between us to have anything like a healthy relationship and what would that even look like? One day we’d be fine, the next day we’d draw blood, the day after that we’d get caught and killed.
My hips jerked as she went back to work. Her lips tightened around my dick while she looked up through a hooded gaze. That look was all mine, just like that mouth. She softly grazed her teeth up my length, then earned a smack in the ass from me before I grabbed her head and forced her deeper. My balls tightened almost painfully as I thrust against her tongue.