As I touch myself, my dream fills my head.
I lick my lips and circle my fingers faster on my clit, seeking the satisfaction of release that Lucas hasn’t given me.
My hips rock up and I pant.
I wanted that kiss in the locker room to go further. I wanted more.
“Ah—”
I bite my lip hard and turn my face into my pillow to muffle my cry as my orgasm ripples through my body, the tingling pulses erupting from deep in my core. My limbs flop against the bed.
Blinking at the ceiling, I exhale. I can’t believe I dreamed about Lucas. I can’t believe I masturbated while thinking about him!
I cover my face with my arm.
I shouldn’t want him at all. He’s a monster.
But…I do want him.
Even if I know it’s wrong.
This feels like I’m playing with fire. It'll give me a bad burn if I’m not careful.
Sixteen
Lucas
Having Gemma in my web unlocks something inside me. I’m no longer fine with watching her from afar.
When I see her heading into the lunch room, I bump my fist against Carter’s shoulder and dart ahead to catch her.
She’s walking with Davis, talking animatedly, her hands moving. It makes it easy to get what I want.
I grab Gemma, tugging her against my body.
A breath knocks out of her and she tips her head back to look at me upside down.
“Lucas.” My name is a stubborn sigh.
“Sweetheart.” I grin. “Come sit with me.”
Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t complain when I slide my arms around her.
“I don’t think so.”
“Yes. I say so.”
Without waiting for an answer, I lift her from the ground and carry her toward our usual table.
“Lucas!”
Gemma’s body wriggles and I have to tamp down on the spike of desire spiraling to my dick.
Wolf whistles chorus around the lunch room. I plop down and settle Gemma in my lap. Her face is pinched in a frown.
“What’s wrong?”
“This is obviously out of the question.” She maneuvers in an attempt to slide away. “Can you at least let me off your lap? Jesus.”