Allie:
“What was that?” I asked after the sound of Nate’s door closed while he laid on my bed as I sat next to him. Was someone else staying in the dorm during the holiday break? Were they breaking into his room? Why did he not appear more concerned? There was a robber, a thief strutting around—
He knew who was in his room. Another girl? I would kill her. He was cheating on me? I would kill him. We had been together for just a few days, and he could not keep it in his pants long enough for a one-week anniversary? I wanted him to take it out of his pants. For me.
So he would not sleep with me because he wanted to wait, but he would sleep with other women?
I growled, my body tensing more and more with each second ticking by. My DNA transformed into that of a tigress as I stared down at him.
He opened his mouth and inhaled. “It’s not what you think.”
I leaped off the bed and sprinted out of my room.
“Stop!” he yelled, running after me and grabbing my waist.
From our opposing forces coming together, we spun and fell into the wall of the hallway. I escaped his warm hands and ran to Nate’s door. My palm hovered, about to connect with his doorknob, when he tackled me to the tiled floor, turning us midair so his body absorbed most of the blow.
“You’re cheating on me?” I shrieked, tears coming faster than my thoughts could. I should not feel so broken up. All men were monsters. Except for Gavin. “You’re no better than Logan.”
Nate froze beside me on the ground. His arms snapped away from me, uncaging me as he sat up on his knees. “What the fuck did you just say?”
I clenched my teeth but spoke through them. “I said you’re no better than Logan.”
It was his turn to growl. “Never compare me to him ever again.”
“He cheated on me too.”
“I didn’t—” Nate dropped his head and let out a frustrated sound. “That’s it. I’m never lying again.” He stood up and offered me his hand. “Come on.”
I slapped his palm away and got up by myself. “How dare you?” I pounded a finger into the hard muscles of his chest with each word.
“Shut up,” he said. “I’d never cheat on you. Don’t be stupid.”
Red clouded my vision. “You think I’m stupid?”
“If you think I could even look at another girl after you’ve fucking blinded me, then yeah, I think you’re stupid.”
The bubbles of rage pooling in my stomach lightened into butterflies so fast I almost became nauseous. “What?”
“Just come on.” He pulled me to his room, knocked on the door, and walked me inside.
On Nate’s chair, at his desk, sat a young girl with the same shade of dark brown hair as Nate. This was the sister Nate had mentioned? He was not cheating on me. His sister was here. And by the look of the two stuffed suitcases, she had been staying here for days.
And I was just now meeting her?
I whacked Nate’s ass hard enough to make him jump, yelp, and make his sister giggle.
He cradled his stinging cheeks. “Why did you do that?”
“That was for not introducing me to your sister and for making me think you cheated.” I stepped closer to the girl. “I’m Allie.” I waited for recognition to light up her bright eyes, for her say to Nate, “So this is the girl you’ve told me so much about.” But she did not react to my name.
Instead, she reached out a hand to shake like the middle-aged professional she was not and said, “Nice to meet you. My name is Bluebell—uh, Blue—Reddington.” Of course, the sister of Nate would not just say, “I’m Blue.” She needed some fun just as much as he did. “Are you one of Nate’s residents?”
“Yes.” I glanced at Nate, who speared nervous fingers through his hair.
He had not told her about me at all? She was the person closest to him; what did it say about us that he had never mentioned me? At all? A bit of rage came back, but hurt was what leaked into my stomach and burned the inner lining.
“Allie is…” Nate trailed off. “She’s, um…”
“Need some help?” I asked, lifting my eyebrows as he dug his own grave.
“We’re um, well, we’re together,” he spat out.
Blue’s mouth dropped open. “You have a girlfriend?”
“And a gorgeous one,” I added. “Shocking, I know.”
“Wow, Nate hasn’t had a girlfriend since—”
“Okay,” he said. “That’s enough. Allie, Blue. Blue, Allie. Blue is not supposed to be here, so we have to keep her secret until the end of break.” Why was she staying here instead of at their home? Also, awww, Nate let her stay with him.
No wonder he did not want us to have sex. It was because Blue was here. Not because he wanted to wait. The heat in his eyes was unmistakable. Oh my God, he had lied to me.
Why? I did not care about the lie, but I was curious as to his reasoning behind it. He knew I could keep a secret. Well, I could attempt to keep a secret. Okay, yeah, I was a bad secret keeper. Still, why had he not told his girlfriend about his sister staying next door?
A light bulb went off in my head. “She is why you come over with stupid questions every other hour?”
“I needed to use the restroom.” Blue’s cheeks went pink as she gestured to her abnormally tall water bottle. “I drink a lot of water.”
My heart inflated two sizes bigger at the cuteness of Bluebell Reddington. “You are so adorable.” I cupped her warming face in my hands and squeezed her cheeks like an overexcited grandmother. “I’m adopting you.”
A strange noise came from Nate as he stumbled into his dresser.
“What?” I asked him.
“N-Nothing,” he answered.
“Nate plans to adopt me once he graduates and has a job,” Blue explained.
“Well, I will adopt you first if I can. Nate would make for a boring parent. You need some excitement.”
“Excuse me?” Nate scoffed. “You were the one who said I wasn’t boring.”
“You’re too sexy to be boring.”
He appeared confused.
“Don’t question me,” I told him and turned back to Blue. “Let’s have a makeover. I have every color—”
“I don’t like nail polish.”
I was falling in love with this girl. My arms wrapped around her as a grin curved my mouth. “I was going to say every color hair dye.”
Her lips curled up into a wicked smile.
Nate threw himself between us, pushing Blue behind him as if he needed to defend her from me. “No,” he said.
I leaned around him so I could meet Blue’s eyes. “How old are you?”
“Almost thirteen.”
“Old enough not to let your older brother make your decisions for you,” I commented.
Nate gave me his classic glare, but I had become immune. “You are not coloring my little sister’s hair.”
“It’s temporary dye. Only lasts a week. It’s how I do my highlights.” I touched the red strands. Typically, I changed the color every month or so, but Nate loved red so much I had yet to switch to something else. “Oh, blue highlights to match your name. How cute would that be?”
“So cute,” his sister replied.
The rest of Thanksgiving break was spent hanging out with Blue. She was a cock-blocker, sure, but she was a cute one. Her professional demeanor had melted once I applied blue highlights to the bottom tips of her hair. I prided myself on her liking me. We teased Nate together, and he turned red every time. Nate was not used to being teased. It was strange, but we almost resembled a family unit.
Nate and I never got a chance to be alone after I discovered Blue. She filled up our free time. We ate meals together and did random fun activities together. By the end of our week, she left with new hair and a new at-ease smile. She was set to move in with her aunt for the time being due to his parents being unreliable.
The second Blue left on the last day, I went to my room and got dressed for a much-needed seduction. Innocent schoolgirl was supposed to be a fantasy every guy had, right? I searched my closet for my black skirt and found a perfect low-cut, lacey white top to go with it.
When I knocked back on his door, I readied myself for our “study session.” With Blue gone, I did not plan on doing any real studying. Upon seeing my outfit, Nate’s reaction was a grunt, a nod, and a quick kiss. After days of foreplay and not being able to touch each other, all I got was a chaste kiss and a grunt. What the hell?
I wanted more from him. Making him lose control had become addictive. Time for a seduction. Again.
“What are you doing?” he asked me several minutes later after we had cracked open our books.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, trailing the end of my pencil up my throat and the eraser along my lips. Step one in seduction: draw attention to your lips. However, a pencil had not been the best idea because some of the eraser had not so erotically rubbed off on my lips, and I had to wipe it off with my hand.
Nate stared at me like I was crazy, and I shrugged at him.
Nate pointed at the study sheet for the history class we shared. “Let’s just focus on question five.”
This was our usual tutoring time where we met in his room to go over whatever we needed help on in class. Nate never seemed to need any help, so instead, he had taken on more of a teacher role in the study time we spent together. Sure, he helped tutor me in psychology but, as the days went by, his interest in teaching grew. Maybe because he enjoyed having authority. I had told Nate he should look into becoming a teacher, but he was dead set on going to law school.
I pulled my chair closer than normal to his, claiming the textbook font was too small for me to see without the sides of our thighs pressing together. He did not comment on the change, but the way he glanced down at the cleavage my white top put on display gave me confidence. Thank God for push-up bras.
Now, however, he was back to his professional tutor façade. I needed to break down the no-touching trend established between us while Blue was there. I needed to seduce the living daylights out of him. What would an out-of-a-fantasy school girl say in this situation to get his attention?
“Oh, wow.” I pushed my chest against his arm and masked my smile at the way his body tensed. “This question is so hard.”
“Seriously, what are you doing?” Nate inquired, appearing unaffected. Damn, maybe seduction was not one of my skill sets.
“What should I be doing?” I batted my eyelashes. “Sir?”
Still unaffected. “Allie?”
I slapped him on the arm. “Well, what the hell? I thought you were into the whole dom-submissive thing? Isn’t naughty school girl supposed to turn you on?”
“I’m fascinated by how your brain works. Where do you get these ideas of yours?”
“Why are we not having sex right now? Blue is gone. I thought we would jump each other as soon as she left, but it has now been two hours of nothing.”
That shocked him. “What?”
“I know you were lying about wanting to wait so I wouldn’t find out about Blue. So let’s get to it.” I clapped my hands together as if the action of palm against palm was a universal symbol for sex.
“Get to it?” Nate quoted me in a disbelieving voice. “How romantic, Allie.”
“I don’t need romance.” I was horny. I needed touching. I needed him.
“But you deserve romance.”
“People deserve to eat and yet eight hundred million people go hungry each year.”
He blinked. “How do you know the number?”
“Rough estimate,” I said and stood up from his desk. He thought he could control himself around me? Fine. Didn’t mean I couldn’t tease him. “You know what, maybe I’ll just find another man to satisfy me.” I checked my nails, acting nonchalant, but it was as bluffy as a bluff could be. “I wonder if Ryan is available…”
Nate’s back stiffened from his seat at his desk. His head whipped over so he met my gaze. His eyes bored into mine, flaring.
The room’s atmosphere shifted to cold. Chilly. Frozen. I would have thought the air-conditioning kicked on, but we were approaching winter and the dorms only had heat.
“What the fuck—” he gritted out each word. “—did you just say?”
My heart stuttered, but the nervous excitement swirling in my lower abdomen forced me to push him harder. To make him snap. “I said maybe I should find someone else—”
He shot up from the desk, taking two long strides, before tossing me onto his bed. I fell back with a gasp of surprise before his body crawled over mine, looming above me. His expression was tight, angry, and threatening. Yet I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t afraid of him.
My chest lightened with the feeling of freedom from my anxieties left over from being with Logan. Nate would never hurt me.
He bit out, “You want to repeat what you said?”
“Um, no?”
“You need to be fucked so bad, you’d go to someone else?” His left hand inched down the side of my white top and black pencil skirt. His fingers clasped the hem of the skirt but made no other move.
“I was teasing,” I explained, the back of my neck slickening with fresh sweat.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re like a little kitten?” he asked. “Teasing and scratching and destroying things if you get bored.”
“Kittens are adorable, so I take that as a compliment,” I muttered under my breath as his expression darkened, and he lowered his head to the side of my face.
He drew in a deep breath of me before his lips dragged down my cheek, down, down, and he nipped at my jaw. “My little Alley Kitten.”
I snorted at his new Allie nickname for me. “Never heard that one before.”
“What do I have to do to get my kitten to focus on studying?” he whispered onto my neck. My heart thundered in my chest as I awaited his next move. “Do I need to make her purr?”
Fuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk. “Yes,” I pleaded. “Some petting. She likes petting.”
“I bet she does.” His free hand skimmed down the back of my thighs. His fingers trailed up and down the tender skin. “But where to pet you?”
My teeth sank into my bottom lip.
“But where to pet my. Pretty. Little. Pussy,” he punctuated each word with a nip, lick, and suck to my lips.
My body shook under his on the bed. “Nate,” I cried out as his hand granted me mercy and sank between my legs, rising to touch my panties. “Yes.”
His fingers dug into the fabric covering me and yanked it to the side until he could run the pads of his fingertips up and down my slit. Up and down. Up. Down. Just barely grazing over my throbbing bundle of nerves, where I ached for him. He teased me.
He dipped his head for a kiss as I whimpered onto his lips.
He gave a dark chuckle. “You needed a good little petting, didn’t you?”
“More. Please.” One of my hands fell to lock my fingers around his wrist, pressing his hand harder to me. He evaded my grip and continued teasing me so softly. So slowly. “Please.”
“You think you can go to another man?”
“No, I was joking,” I swore, breathless. “It was a joke.”
“You were pushing me,” he said, watching me shiver and fall apart with a small wicked smile. “I do not like to be pushed, Kitten.”
His long, thick middle finger buried itself inside me, and a broken yell escaped my throat. I babbled incoherently as he sank the finger as deep as it would go and withdrew it. Then breached me once again. Again and again. Pulling out and ramming back inside.
In. Out.
“Nate,” I chanted through broken breaths.
“My little Alley Cat goes docile when I pet her like this,” he said in a low, pleased voice. “The next time you misbehave, maybe I’ll just have to finger fuck you like this again. The next time you break a rule or push me, I’ll have to take it out on this pretty, wet, hot as fuck, pussy.” He thrust his finger harder, adding a second one. “How about that?”
“I love—” My breath caught in my throat, and his eyes widened. I added, quickly, “—your plan.”
He shifted his hand, using his thumb to swipe over my clit back and forth, thrumming me like a freaking guitar. Music melted my ears.
He said, “I wanted to wait because you told me you have a hard time thinking of sex as intimacy instead of an act. I don’t want you to separate your feelings for me with what we do together.”
“I won’t,” I promised, mindless and—if I was honest—not listening as he fingered me in fast, expert strokes.
“But you had to push me and dress like some naughty school girl.”
“Mmhm, mmmmmm.”
His fingers moved faster still. “You’re always trying to make me lose control.”
“More—oh—more fun that way.” My toes were curling, my fists bunching his sheets. “Nate.”
“Beg me for it, Kitten.”
“Please.” I wouldn’t be surprised if tears were falling down my face. I needed it so badly. I needed him to take me there. A familiar tightening occurred in my lower stomach, my muscles contracting, winding up.
“Will this satisfy you for a day or just an hour?” he asked huskily. “How often will I need to pet this perfect pussy for you to obey me?”
“Always,” I shrieked.
“Come for me,” he demanded. “Right. Now.” He burrowed his fingers inside me, curling them to hit my special spot.
My eyes rolled back, and my body gave a violent shudder as he held me down. My cry of pleasure also required him to peel his hand from my panties and clamp it over my mouth so no one heard us. I could smell myself on his fingers.
As the climax faded, my body returning to normal, a deep sigh climbed out of me. “Wow.”
His pained grin twitched as he shifted on the bed. A stiff bulge pressed from behind the crotch of his pants. I reached for his erection, but he grabbed my wrists. “No,” he reminded me. “Like I said, I want to wait.”
“For what?” I whined, drunk on my orgasm and wanting to give him the same.
“For you to know this is real for me too. I want it to be special, not at three o’clock on a random day of the week.”
“Do you require candles and roses as well?”
“Allie.”
I blew out a breath, pouting. “Fine. We’ll wait a bit longer. But, Nate?”
“Yeah?”
My lips inched up and gave him a hard, sensual kiss. “You feel free to call me when you want your kitten to lap up some cream.”
He snorted. “Gross.”
“You loved it.”