Page 43 of Created in Chaos
“Always? How about never.”
“Give me a little credit, lamb. I haven’t moved you into a secret bunker in the middle of nowhere.”
I unlock the door and pull it open quickly. Lucian ends up lying at my feet, half in the bathroom and half out. I peer down at his admittedly gorgeous face. “Please tell me you haven’t really entertained that idea?”
“It would be a lie.” He stays on the ground, and I examine him. He looks tired, and if I’m honest, a little defeated. I lower myself, the blanket still wrapped around me near his head. He doesn’t waste any time scooting back so his head is cradled in my lap.
My fingers delve into his dark hair, and I let out a weighty sigh. “You could have just asked me, not acted like I was scheming with the enemy.”
“I never thought you were scheming with him. I think he wanted what’s mine, and it pissed me off.” His words are clipped with irritation again.
“He didn’t,” I deny.
“He did. A man doesn’t give up free pussy unless he has more lined up.”
I yank his hair, but not enough to hurt him. His lids lower to a lazy gaze that can’t be called anything but sexy. “That’s gross.”
“That’s a fact.” He turns and bites my inner thigh through the blanket. “There’s a reason he was no longer interested in Bridget, and that reason was you.”
“Wait, Bridget was his girlfriend?” I’m skeptical, but once the thought takes root, it’s not that surprising. She was so prim and proper, with a hefty side of uptight attitude.
“You know her?” He’s watching me again, but his gaze has shifted to shrewd.
“Not really, we only talked a few times. She came to my room to get me for dinner once or twice, that kind of stuff. I tried talking to her, asked her about the college, and she shut me down really quickly. That was pretty much it.”
“She probably didn’t like you because her man did.”
“He didn’t,” I deadpan. “Alden treated me like an…inconvenience. I tried being his friend, and he made it clear he was there to work and that was all. Bridget probably got mad at him when he didn’t have as much time to be around. They wanted him to babysit me all the time.”
“Maybe he’s the one who wanted to babysit you,” Lucian offers.
“Nah, he wasn’t even friendly really. You saw how he treated me,” I point out, reminding him of the time in the cafeteria.
“You think I could pay attention to him when you were there? He barely registered.”
“Now you’re just trying to be slick,” I accuse, feeling flattered anyway.
Lucian lets out a soft groan and buries his head farther between my legs. “Did you really have to say slick when I’m supposed to be good? Now all I can think about is how long it would take for me to make you all slick and ready for me.”
“You’re not going to get out of this conversation by trying to use sex to distract me.”
“You started it.” He uses his nose to try to push the blanket away from me.
“Because I said slick?” I’m incredulous.
“Yes, and the way you smell is driving me insane.”
“We’ve established you’re already there. You didn’t need my help, and I don’t smell.” I try to close my legs a little, but it’s impossible with him there.
“Yes, you do. You smell sweet and warm. ??????´???.”
“And that means?” I sound a little breathy, but it’s not my fault. He got most of the blanket moved, and he’s inching closer to my center.
“Delicious. I could taste you over and over.” He slides his tongue up my now exposed slit, as if to prove the point, and I forget why this isn’t a good idea.
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“How am I going to catch up with the work?”