Fake It 'Til You Break It

She opens her mouth, but when a small shriek follows, my eyes narrow only to widen in the same second.

Demi tugs her back, stepping in front of me. “I always thought you were sweet. A little loose, but sweet.”

Sandra’s jaw drops and people begin looking this way.

“I realize now you’re just another girl who thinks she can have whatever she wants because you’re pretty and say please, but that’s not going to work here. You can screw whatever guy you want, Sandra, with the exclusion of mine.”

Sandra blushes, her bloodshot eyes filling with moisture. She peeks around before stepping toward Demi.

Macy and Carley move closer, but when Sandra only reaches out to grab D’s hand, they pause.

“I didn’t realize—”

“Yeah, you did.” Demi gently pulls herself free. “If acting shitty embarrasses you into lying, then don’t be shitty. It’s really not hard.”

Demi locks her fingers into mine and leads me to my truck.

There’s commotion behind us, but she doesn’t spare another glance, instantly releasing me when we’re back to our area, and busies herself pouring a cup of coffee.

She’s jerky with her movements, so when she drops the stack of lids for the third time, I snatch them before she can, pull one off and hand it to her.

She cuts me a quick look before walking over to Trent’s front seat where she pulls out one of the root beer bottles full of Kahlua and pours some into the cup.

She takes a small sip, attaches the lid, and takes another.

She’s frustrated, pissy as hell, and it’s got everything to do with what just happened.

My groin heats, and I can’t hold it in. “Thought you said she wasn’t hurting you and you were gonna be nice?”

Her head snaps my way, nothing but sass to be seen. “When did I say that?”

“When she was gettin’ at Alex in the library.”

She glares. “Alex wasn’t mine. She could do with him as she pleased, you are.” She looks back to her cup, blowing into the little opening. “She doesn’t get to touch you.”

Fuck me, there it is.

The claim, the absolute sense of possession, the fire in her gut she lets ride, no longer having a reason to hide it.

Demi tries to spin away, but I catch her, swiftly take her drink and set it down, and then sneak her between our trucks, pinning her in with my hips.

Her eyes grow heavy and she lets her shoulders fall.

“For the record.” I run my hands up her ribs. “I’d already told her no and was walking away.”

She’s pissed but not at me.

Demi reaches up over her head, gripping the roll bar inside my open window. She holds on, lifting her legs off the ground and wrapping them around me, her arms slipping over my neck once her body is hooked just right.

She pulls her mouth to mine, nipping at my lips with hers.

“Would you tell me no, Neek?” She pauses a second. “If I asked you to put me on my back in your truck, right now... would you deny me, too?”

I groan, pushing into her and her harsh exhale lights a fire under my skin, sending a shiver down my body.

Her eyes darken before me, a heavy need taking over.

Damn.

“Here, where all these people would see? Yes. Anywhere else?” I skim my lips over hers and she leans in, fighting for more. “Never.”

“Then move your feet,” she whispers, gripping me tighter.

My chest rumbles against hers, and a slow smirk spreads across her face.

“You better be careful, D.”

“And you better start walking, Neek. Take me to this... anywhere else. Somewhere where you won’t tell me no,” she says coyly, closing her lips over mine.

Her hands slide across my shoulders and down my chest as much as our closeness will allow.

I’m hard already, aching, and the want in her eyes only makes it worse.

I squeeze her ass cheeks and her lips part.

She’s not asking, but commanding I take her somewhere, play with this body.

I run my hands across the back of her thighs, hesitating, but knowing damn well I won’t deny her even if I should for my own fucking sanity.

A little of her would never be enough.

A taste would only leave me starved.

I’m what she wants, and what my baby wants, she gets.

I drop her to her feet and damn near drag her ass across the field, through the campus and into the only open door I can find.

She laughs at my eager steps as we rush down the silent, dark halls until we’re walking into the open theater, and sneaking up the stairs that lead to her safe place – the attic above it.

I give her no time to think, I’m on her in an instant.

She shudders in my arms, a small gasp leaving her as my mouth lands on hers, the anticipation alone lighting her up.