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“I don’t even remember falling asleep,” she says as a shiver sends a tremble through her body. Her wet hair clings to her face and her blue eye are glowing with happiness. I brush the wet strands of hair from her face and lean over the console to taste her lips once more. Out here away from the world we make sense. We fit. I’m not ready to give her up yet.

Her mouth opens to me and our tongues connect like old friends reuniting. I keep telling myself she’s nothing special, but I feel her in my bones. Liri is a force I’m not ready for. Kissing her is dangerous. It makes me crave things I know I will never have. Things I could never give her, but I’m selfish and kiss her deeper and harder.

My fingers dig into her shoulder, grasping the thin strap of her one-piece ensemble. I push it down and see she’s not wearing a bra. A growl escapes me as her sweet breath fans over my lips.

Liri is panting and her eyes are dancing wild as she stares at me. We share a smile, and I kiss her again.

Chapter 11

Liri

Killian pulls away from me and grips the steering wheel. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You make me crazy; you know that?” He says it more as a statement than a question, so I don’t reply. “It’s late.” He puts the car in gear, and we fishtail as he pulls out a little too quickly. I slip my shoes back on and lay my head against the window. I’m exhausted and not in the mood for him to pull his crap on me. The ride back to campus he is back to being broody and mean. He hasn’t spoken one word to me and when he pulls up at the dorms, he doesn’t bother to tell me bye. I drop his jacket in the seat and close the door after grabbing my bag. My phone is dead when I pull it out of my bag along with my keys. My clothes are sticking to me, and I want to fall into my bed and sleep for a week. Col

lege and socializing is exhausting. When I get to my floor, I find Woodrow sleeping outside of my door. What the hell?

The jingling of my keys rattling startles him.

He jumps up when he sees me. “Finally. I’ve been looking for you all night.”

“I’m sorry. My phone died. I needed to clear my head.”

“Hayley explained to me about your father and his accident. I’m sorry, Liri, I didn’t know.”

“You couldn’t have.” I shrug. “I’m sorry if I freaked you or worried you. I’m just really tired. Can we talk tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Okay.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Raincheck on dinner? I’ll drive my truck.”

“Sure.” I offer him a weak smile, unlock the door, and close it behind me. What is with these boys? I shake my head as thoughts of Killian and kissing him float around me. I blink a few times and lay my bag on my desk then kick off my shoes. Hayley and Liam are asleep in her bed, so I try to be quiet when I go into the bathroom and wait until I close the door before I turn the light on. I splash some water on my face and brush my teeth. I don’t even bother trying to comb through my wet tangled hair. I’m starving but too tired and lazy to grab a yogurt from the mini-fridge. I flip off the bathroom light and crawl into my bed and fall into a deep sleep with visions of crashed motorcycles, dark eyes, and raindrops in my head.

**

“Fuck,” I hear Liam rasp, and I blink my eyes. “I’m never drinking again.”

“Until tonight” Hayley laughs.

“Stop talking so loud. My head is splitting apart,” he moans and groans.

“Shh, you’ll wake Liri.”

“Liri’s already awake,” I grumble and stretch. I roll away from the wall and see them staring at me. “What?”

“Nothing,” they both mutter and look away quickly.

“You’re being weird.” I scoot off the bed and go to the closet. “Do you guys need the bathroom before I jump in the shower.”

“I gotta.” Liam gets up adjusting his junk and makes use of the bathroom.

“Where did you disappear to last night? Woodrow bugged the shit out of me all night. I thought Liam was going to punch him, so he’d leave.”

“I was with Killian.” I start moving my fingers through the hangers in the closet looking for something athletic to wear. I have dance today.

“You were with Killian. The same Killian who calls you a nerd?”

“We’re friends. Kind of.”

Hayley smirks at me and folds her arms over her chest. “No one is just friends with Killian.”


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