“Here,” I croak, just as breathless as he is. “Oh God,” I whimper.
And then I come. My ass bobs underneath him with the power of the orgasm. I’m dry humping the vibrator and my bed, and I guess him from the back. It’s completely embarrassing and infinitely hot.
Bo pants at my neck, grinding into me, grinding me into the bed and vibrator. When I finally finish, he somehow manages to twist his hand enough to turn the vibrator off, but instead of removing it, he nuzzles it around, bringing on another aftershock of clenching and releasing.
He nips my ear. “Now you know the consequences,” he murmurs. “Anything else you want to hit me with?”
Another aftershock.
“Get off me!” I complain, and I’m surprised when he instantly complies. In fact, he gets all the way off the bed and backs up to the wall, holding his hands up like he’s under arrest.
His usual cocky expression is gone, replaced by something almost sheepish. “Sorry,” he says. “No, sorry, not sorry.” His lips twist into a grin. “That was too fucking hot for me to be sorry.”
I pick up the vibrator and hurl it at him.
He catches it easily and gives me a roguish grin. “Does that mean you want another round?”
Chapter 5
Bo
I do feel bad if Sloane believes I forced something on her. I mean, I know she got off. I scented her arousal before I even got started.
And it literally was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I nearly jizzed in my pants.
But if she feels anything other than satisfied by it, then I’m a dick.
“Is that mac ‘n cheese?” I ask, to try to bring things back to normalcy.
She scowls at me. “Yeah. I hope it’s cold by now.”
“Aw, you brought me food, Legs? That was awful sweet of you.” I walk across the room to pick up the plate, and she brushes past me on her way to the bathroom.
“Hey.” I catch her elbow—softly. No squeeze, no pressure. She stops, and our gazes tangle. Hers is unsure. Embarrassed. The pad of my thumb brushes lightly over her skin. “You okay?”
I just need to know I didn’t leave her feeling violated.
Her lips part, but for once, no quick answer flies out of them.
She’s still uncertain.
“Was that rapey? I swear to fate, I would’ve stopped if you fought me.”
“Just shut up, Bo.”
I smirk. She’s okay. “I’ll let you use it on me now.”
“Ew.” She shoves me away but she’s laughing. “You wish.”
I nod. “I definitely do wish.” I look down at the still-present bulge in my jeans.
She looks, too, and this time she smirks. “Good luck with those blue balls.”
I chuckle as she sashays into the bathroom and shuts the door. And now that mac ‘n cheese is calling my name.
When she emerges a minute later, I set down the empty plate. Yeah, there’s definitely a reason humans call it “wolfing down” food. We definitely wolf. Lots of food.
“How long are you staying?” Sloane demands.
“All night, princess. And I’m going to school with you tomorrow. I’m sure your teachers will be fine with your “out-of-town boyfriend” sitting in on classes, right?” I arch a brow.
She puts her hands on her hips. “If you think you’re sleeping in my bed, you are sorely mistaken.”
I smirk. “Oh, I’m sleeping on the bed. If you’re afraid to sleep near this”— I sweep my hands down my body in a ridiculous beauty queen manner— “then you can take the floor, by all means.”
I’m just giving her shit. I will definitely take the floor. I don’t know why I like to see how far I can push her. Her mixture of bravado and bluff is full-on entertainment, I guess. Especially when wrapped in that hot package.
She chooses to ignore me and instead flounces to her backpack, pulls out a notebook and throws herself on the bed.
I grab my homework, too, and position myself right beside her on the bed.
She gives me a long, pointed look.
I do fake innocence back at her.
She rolls her eyes and directs her focus to her notebook.
We stay that way for over an hour—both of us legit having homework, I guess.
Not that I’m going to school tomorrow. But I can at least do myself the favor of not getting behind.
After a while, I sense her staring at me.
I smirk. “May I help you?”
“Are you seriously staying here all night?”
I nod. “Yep.”
She huffs. “Bo, why? You can’t possibly believe Winslow will show up in the middle of the night to see me.”
“He might text you. Make contact to meet you to get his share of the money.”
“I don’t have his money—he was selling the car, remember?”
“Well, to jack another one, then. I’m sticking to you. White on rice.”
“You said glue.”
I grin. I fucking love giving her shit. And when she gives it back. I love the alpha in her, and honestly, I think if she really didn’t want me here, this conversation would be totally different. She’d figure out how to get me out of her house. Or she’d be way more pissed off and tense than she is.