The Hidden (The Hidden Trilogy) (48 page)

“
Shiiiit
.” I fisted the hair at the nape of her neck, guiding her head as I fucked her mouth. My cock hit the back of her throat, her hand pumping what couldn’t fit.

The scent of her arousal wafted up to me, and I wanted to be balls deep in it. I popped myself out of her mouth, my cock shiny and wet, and said, “Stand up.”

She did, and I flipped her around so she faced the mirror, her wide eyes meeting mine in its reflection. Brushing her blond hair to the side, I bent down and placed open-mouthed kisses on her neck. Her eyes slid closed as her mouth parted, my hips and hard-on grinding against her backside.

I reached up and slid my hand inside her white button-up blouse, into the cup of her bra, and palmed her breast. She moaned and dropped her head back, my fingers teasing her hardened nipple as my teeth nipped her neck. I released her and she opened her eyes. They were wild, hooded, as they met mine in the mirror.

My hands skimmed over her gray wool skirt, over the curve of her ass. I lifted it up, revealing tan, taut thighs and a shapely ass that was on display courtesy of a tiny pink g-string. She had such supple skin. I bet it tasted divine.

“Bend forward. Put your hands on the sink.”

She did as I commanded, and I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs before cupping her ass. Bringing my hand back, I gave it a light smack. She gasped and I met her eyes in the mirror.

I liked how well she took direction. And I liked how quiet she was.

Hitching my fingers under the pink elastic string, I pulled them down to her knees, exposing a pretty pink pussy, wet with arousal. I groaned at the sight.

My fingers went to her sex, gliding up and down her slit. Her breathing hitched as I circled her clit, spreading around her slickness. I slipped my thumb inside her, watching it disappear into her pink folds. She was hot, wet, and
so
ready for me.

I grabbed my cock, about to work it in, when she turned around. “Wait– Are you clean? ’Cause I don’t have a condom. I’m on the pill, though.”

You probably should’ve asked me that
before
you had my cock in your mouth…

I gave her my most charming smile. “I’m good, baby. You don’t have anything to worry about.” It was true. I couldn’t give her anything, because I couldn’t catch anything. Nor could I get her pregnant.

She faced the mirror again, gripping the sink as she bent down, her heart racing. I ran the tip of my cock along her slick folds, wetting it, before my head nudged her pink lips apart and I slid inside her, to the hilt. We both groaned.

Gripping her hips, I pulled myself out almost all the way, watching her rosy swollen lips hug my glossy shaft before I slammed back into her. Her walls clamped down on me as I moved within her, her internal ridges hitting the head of my cock with each thrust.

Oh, shit… So good…

Our skin slapped together as I fucked her from behind, her breasts swinging back and forth as she gripped the sink. Her eyes screwed shut as she ground her hips against me, working in tandem with my thrusts.

“
Oh my–
” She clenched around me and dropped her head, arching her back to let me go deeper.

I snaked my fingers through the hair at her scalp, gently pulling her head up. “
Look at me
,” I growled, watching her eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Look at me when you come.” I wanted her to watch me fuck her, to see
who
made her feel this good.

She cried out and tensed, her walls gripping my cock as she came.
Jesus fucking–
My balls tightened as pleasure shot through me, making my fingers dig into her hip as I grasped her. I jerked once, twice, then stilled, flooding her walls with my release.

I hunched over her, pressing my forehead to the back of her shirt as my cock throbbed inside her with little aftershocks. Our panting breaths filled the bathroom’s silence, and I slipped myself out of her, tucking my softening, dewy shaft into my boxers.

She reached down to pull up her panties–if they could be called that–but not before I caught a glimpse of her flushed, puffy lips and swollen clit, slick with our combined releases. My cock was instantly hard and ready for round two. Maybe I had a minute or two to spare…

I checked my watch, seeing I was already five minutes late meeting Emily.

Fuck.
I pulled up my pants and redid my fly. “I’ve gotta run. I’m supposed to be meeting someone here.”

She shimmied her pink panties up her thighs and hips, giving me her secret smile. “See you around, then?”

She might. I liked how casual she was. Not clingy at all. I nodded and unlocked the door, pushing it open as I tucked my shirt back into my pants.

Looking up, I saw Emily staring back at me from a tiny booth in the corner.
Shit.
This was
not
gonna win me any points with her. I crossed over to her booth and slid in across from her, running my hands through my just-fucked hair.

“Sorry I’m late. I was…otherwise engaged.” The corner of my mouth lifted into a lopsided grin before I heard the handicapped bathroom’s door swing open behind me.

Fuuuck… Don’t come this way, don’t come this way–

Hearing the click of her heels approach, I tried not to cringe. Emily’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the woman behind me. She sauntered past our table, giving me a sly smile, and I tried not to scowl in response. How did this woman know Emily wasn’t my girlfriend or something? Was she
trying
to get me in trouble?

Leaning forward, I rested my elbows on the table, giving Em my full attention. “So…what’s new with you?”

Chapter Seventy-Two

Tuesday, September 29
th

What’s taking her so long?

I glanced at my watch as I stood under the trees lining the sidewalk, waiting at the entrance to Emily’s building. The first couple days of the semester, I’d trailed her, trying to learn her schedule so I could “bump” into her. I
should’ve
bumped into her ten minutes ago.

Fuck it.

I’d just pulled out my phone to call her, when I caught sight of her up ahead, walking with another girl. The girl was pixie-like in stature, and she waved her arms around as she spoke, wildly gesturing as she laughed. Em nodded and remained quiet while she listened, but she’d smile every now and then.

The girl’s animated story abruptly cut off as she locked eyes with me, stopping in her tracks as she grabbed Emily’s arm. “Whoa,” the girl whispered, as Em swung her head around to meet my amused stare.

I removed my sunglasses and smiled. “Just the person I was looking for.”

The girl stared at me, awe-struck, as Emily watched her friend. She looked mortified at her behavior. I suppressed a grin as Em cleared her throat, trying to get her friend’s attention. It didn’t work.

“Beth, this is Gabriel. Gabriel, this is my roommate, Beth.”

“Ah.” This was the girl I spoke to on the phone a while back, after Em and I met at the coffee shop for the first time. She’d left her lip gloss in my car and I’d called her, only to have this girl–
Beth
–answer and tell me that Emily had left her phone behind. She’d been quite
chatty
. “Nice to finally put a face to the name,” I said, winking at her.

Beth smiled as she stared at me with unabashed attraction. “Yes. You…as well.”

I returned her stare, raking my eyes over her. She was cute, and quite petite. I bet she had a tight little–

“
So
,” Emily said, shifting her bag. “What’s up?”

She was clearly uncomfortable with our silent-but-heated exchange. I didn’t know
why
she cared if I fucked her roommate or not, but she did. So I wouldn’t. I couldn’t afford to have Em upset with me. “Just wanted to see if you were free for coffee.”

“Yeah, sure. Let me drop my bag off upstairs and I’ll be right down.” She turned to Beth. “You coming in?”

She shook her head. “Can’t, I’m meeting Hayley in ten.”

“ ’Kay, well… I’ll be right back.” Emily eyed us suspiciously, her hazel eyes darting back and forth between her roommate and I, before disappearing into her building’s lobby.

“So,” Beth said, rocking back on her heels. “You and Em are going for coffee, huh?”

“Yeah…” She was there when we said it, so…why ask?

“You know she has a boyfriend, right?”

I did
not
know that. And since when? Emily never mentioned anything about any guy–

Son of a bitch, I bet it’s that prick she was telling me about. Thomas, was it?

Beth carefully studied my face for any reaction. I had to play it cool, remain stoic. “We’re just friends, so it doesn’t matter,” I said, shrugging. 

But it did. It mattered a whole helluva lot. And I couldn’t figure out why.

Once we got in the car, I told Emily I was taking her to lunch instead. She objected, but I insisted. Seemed we had some celebrating to do. 

Emily hadn’t said anything about a boyfriend on the drive to the restaurant. She hadn’t said anything once we sat down. I had a feeling she wasn’t
going
to say anything about her boyfriend, which only spurred my belief it was that donkey-headed dickface, Thomas.

I watched Em shift in her chair, uncomfortably looking around us as she toyed with her water glass. She wouldn’t look at me. Not even for a second.

Fucking hell. It
had
to be Thomas.

I leaned forward, deciding to mess with her. Surprise flicked across her face as her eyes met mine. I gave her my best “I want to fuck you” look and brushed my fingers along her hand, up her arm. Her skin felt warm and soft under mine. “You want to go to my place after this?”

Emily’s breath caught and the skin on her arm pricked, though her face flushed a soft pink. She audibly swallowed and retreated her hand to her lap, looking down at her clasped hands.

Just what I thought: it was a no-go.

I scoffed at the thought that she could actually prefer some human over me. Then again, I’d been trying to be her friend this whole time, not trying to get between her legs. If I had, I would’ve succeeded, and then we wouldn’t be in this predicament, now would we?

Her head jerked up and I said, “Relax, Em. I’m fucking with you.” I leaned back in my chair and took the last swig of my scotch, motioning for our dipshit waiter to bring me another one.

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

Anger simmered underneath my surface. How could she not tell me something like this? “Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend?”

Her mouth opened, then closed as she swallowed. “Because it shouldn’t matter. We’re just friends.”

“You didn’t have this
boyfriend
when we met. It’s a fairly recent thing, is it not?”

Her face hardened. “Yeah, so?”

“
So
, isn’t that the type of thing you tell a friend?”

The waiter returned with another scotch. It went down the hatch in one gulp, and I set the glass on the table rather hard. The waiter watched with a startled expression. He turned and quickly left.

Emily nervously glanced around us before returning her attention to me and lowering her voice. “
What is your problem?
”

My hands clenched into fists. “You’re dating him, aren’t you? That asshole you were telling me about.”

She looked down and smoothed the napkin in her lap.

That’s a yes.

“Goddamn it, Em.” I leaned back and shook my head to myself. How could she be so stupid? “What did I say, hmm? What did I tell you was the
one thing
he wanted?”

“It’s not like that. He hasn’t even–” Her mouth snapped shut, forming a tight line under her flared nostrils. She threw her napkin down on her empty plate and pushed her chair out as she stood. “I’m done with this.” 

Instinctually, I grabbed her wrist. “Well, I’m not. So sit.”

If I thought she was pissy before, I was sorely mistaken. She pulled against my hold, grounding out through clenched teeth, “
Get
.
Off
.” 

People started to stare. I got up from the table and stood in front of her, placing my body inches from hers. Releasing her wrist, I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Don’t think for a second that I won’t cause a scene if you try to run. Now
sit
.”

She pulled back, jutting her chin out. “Don’t think for a second that 
I
 won’t cause a scene if you don’t get out of my way. Now 
move
.”

I held her angry stare with my own for several moments, until it became clear she wouldn’t back down. Scowling, I forfeited our stand-off and broke eye-contact, muttering, “Goddamn it.” 

I needed to fix this. I’d royally pissed her off, and I couldn’t have that. Michael would have my balls if I fucked this up, which was dangerously close to happening, but it was more than that. I didn’t
want
her to storm out of here angry with me. “What do I have to do to get you to stay?”

Her arms crossed. “Ask me–
nicely
. Then apologize.”

I tried not to roll my eyes as I said, “I’m sorry I grabbed you, and I’m sorry I yelled at you. I just…” Just
what
? “I don’t want to see you get hurt.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, shocking me with their truth. I
didn’t
want her to get hurt. 

Since when did I start seeing her as a person, and not just a job? 

Calming myself, I continued. “Please, Emily, will you sit down and talk to me?” 

“You’re lucky I actually believe your concern for my well-being is genuine. Even though you went about showing it like an 
ass
.” She moved past me to sit down. 

I sat across from her, assessing the watchful eyes of our neighbors before focusing on Em. “I’m not good with 
this
,” I mumbled, gesturing between us. “I’m still learning how to be your friend, so you’ll have to cut me some slack.”