Chapter 31

Bianca

“You seem off today?” Oakley notes.

Probably because I still haven’t ended my engagement with Stone.

One—because he’s so busy there hasn’t been any time.

And two—how do you look someone you care about in the eyes and tell them you want to downgrade them from your fiancé to your boyfriend?

Ugh, my life is one giant clusterfuck.

“I’m fine,” I grit through my teeth.

He eyes me with amusement. “If you say so.”

Agitated, I get off my bed and start pacing around my dorm room. “But even if I wasn’t, it’s not like I could talk to you about it.”

It’s clear I’ve insulted him because he crosses his arms over his chest. I instantly avert my gaze because the ropey muscles and thick veins running along his forearms are distracting as hell.

“You can tell me anything.”

Not this.

I quicken my pacing. “No, I can’t.” I pause. “You know why.”

I’m really hoping he fills in the blanks, so I don’t have to say it aloud.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t. “No, I don’t. Because you won’t fucking tell me.”

“That’s because I can’t,” I argue.

“Why?”

“Because I shouldn’t be talking about any of this with you since we used to be…you know, friends with benefits.” I wave a hand. “Fuck buddies who didn’t actually fuck…whatever you want to call it.”

Therefore, hearing me talk about my relationship problems with another man might make things…awkward.

Suddenly, he stands.

Before I can blink, he stalks toward me and doesn’t stop until my back is pressed against the wall and he’s bracing his arms on either side of my head.

“Let’s get one thing straight, baby girl. You were never my fuck buddy.”

I can’t tell if he’s trying to insult me…or compliment me. “I don’t know what that’s supposed to mea—”

Words die in my throat when his thumb ghosts over my cheekbone. “You were more than that.”

His statement—along with the intense look he’s aiming my way—punches the breath out of me. “I wish I could remember.”

With a solemn expression, his hand cups the back of my neck. “Me too.”

I tilt my face up. Our lips are so close we’re exchanging the same air. “I need to know what hap—”

A loud knock on the door makes me jump.

“Campus police,” someone who definitely sounds like my brother Cole barks.

“Ass,” Jace mutters through laughter. “Open up. We brought you some dinner.”

Shit on a thousand sticks.

Sheer panic surges through me and I start ushering Oakley toward my closet.

‘Get in there,’ I mouth.

He gives me a look that says, ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’

But I’m not.

My closet is so tiny and he’s so tall I feel bad cramming him in there, but it’s the only option I have. He can’t hide under my bed because they might see him, and he can’t crawl out of my window because I’m on the sixth floor.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

I’m about to close the door, but he halts me. “Hold up.”

“What’s wrong?”

He gives me an impish grin. “Save me some food.”

Good Lord. This guy and his obsession with food is unmatched.

I can’t help but laugh as I close the closet door and walk across my dorm room so I can let my brothers in.

“What took you so long?” Jace questions the moment I see him.

“I aged fifty years,” Cole gripes.

They try to walk in, but I start coughing up a lung. “Sorry. I’m actually really sick.”

Concern washes over their faces.

“What’s wrong? Do you need us to take you to a doctor?”

“No.” I wave a hand. “It’s just a cold. I haven’t been sleeping much lately.”

They exchange a serious glance before Cole says, “Maybe we should let you get some sleep then.”

Jace gives me a wary look. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”

“Positive,” I assure them. “I’m just gonna take some cold medicine and turn in for the night. I’ll be better tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Jace concedes, but it’s clear he’s still worried. “Is there anything we can get you?”

“Nope. I’m good.”

“I’ll call you later,” Jace says before they start walking away.

“Wait,” I call out.

When they stop, I quickly snatch the bag out of Cole’s hand “Have a good night. Thanks for the food.”

I ignore the perplexed expressions on their faces as I sprint back inside.

Past…

Every nerve in my body fires with white-hot pleasure as Oakley continues doing sinful things to me with his talented tongue.

Somehow, he’s managed to not only discover all my hot spots…but find new ones I wasn’t even aware of.

And today is no exception.

After I sucked him off like a good girl, he made it his mission to tease me relentlessly by bringing me to the brink…but always stopping just short of me orgasming.

“Please,” I beg as he flicks my clit.

I’m so close I can taste it.

He groans low and deep, lapping at my slickness with more fervor—like he’s eating my pussy for his pleasure instead of mine.

And fuck if that doesn’t drive me even crazier.

“Oh, God.”

My core tightens and my thighs clench around his head with my impending release...however, right before it happens, he grips my hips and flips me over.

Slowly, he drags his thumb down my spine, stopping when he reaches the crack of my ass.

“Ever had anyone play with you here before?”

I instinctively arch my back, hoping my answer won’t be a game changer. “No.”

Palms cupping my cheeks, he spreads me wide. “Fuck.”

My heart kicks up and if I was the kind of girl who blushed, I’d be ten different shades of red because I’ve never been so exposed before.

“What else haven’t you done?” he murmurs, his stubble scraping the curve of my ass.

I’m not sure what he means.

“Like…in general? Lots of stuff. I’ve never been to India. Never went skydiving. Never been on a date—”

A gruff laugh cuts me off. “I meant sexually, baby girl.”

Right.

Feeling like an idiot, I utter, “Well, seeing as I’ve never had sex since someone still refuses to fuck me, not mu—”

Words die in my throat when he plunges two fingers inside my pussy and drags his tongue against my puckered hole.

Holy shit.

The action is so naughty…so filthy…so forbidden. My breath hitches and my body hums.

He sinks his teeth into my ass as he curls his fingers inside me. “Such a tight little pussy.” He circles the illicit hole with his tongue again, meticulously siphoning every ounce of my pleasure. “And a sweet little ass.”