“Hmm. Why is that? Because no one else is going to look out for number one? Sure seems like your friends have that covered for you.”
Rob makes a face. “I don’t need my friends to do anything for me.”
“But they sure step up for you.”
“We stick together. That’s all.”
“Because you’re all Grim Reapers.” I hate the bitterness in my tone.
“Yes,” is all he says simply, and I stare at him, wondering about him, what he’s thinking, what he thinks of me.
“Am I just a game to you?” I finally ask.
“If you’re a game, you’re the best game I’ve ever played.”
I snort, and he grins.
“Not many girls would snort in front of me,” he says. “I love how natural you are.”
“Let me guess. A lot of girls put you on a high pedestal, like you’re out of their league so they’ll do anything and everything you ask of them.”
“Some, maybe,” he admits.
“Getting tired of all of that?”
“Maybe,” he says, sounding a lot surer this time.
Slowly, I nod to myself. “Want to come back to my place?”
He blinks a few times. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
He follows my car, and we park side by side. The entire walk into my dorm and up to my room, I hope Lauren isn’t back yet.
She isn’t.
As soon as I realize that, I almost wish she were here because I can feel myself caving.
And I do give in.
We kiss and touch and feel all over each other’s bodies as we undress, but while I’m fine with us fooling around, I draw the line at sex.
Some, like Erika, might say that I wear my heart in my vagina, and maybe that’s true. Maybe not, but I’m not ready for that, not right now. Not yet anyway. My father’s an unknown, and my mom is freaking out abroad, which is making me freak out, and there’s still Rob’s asshole friends.
Hell, Rob can be an asshole himself, but he has been so much better today for whatever reason.
So I give in, stroking his bare cock, stroking him until he comes all over my hand and bare stomach. All the while, his fingers are buried deep inside me, coaxing an orgasm from me as his thumb pressed against my clit. Since I can’t hear my suitemates, I tug Rob into the shower with me, and we clean each other off, and yes, he gets me off again.
It’s wonderful.
Just as good as on the cruise ship.
But it’s not quite enough for me to do more than wish him a goodnight with no promises for tomorrow.
Who the hell knows what tomorrow might bring.
CHAPTER16
I’m stupid.So fucking stupid.