Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“What?!” I try to step back, but I bump into the dresser. Panic starts to rise in my chest. This room is too damn small. The door flies open.
“Forgot my…” Renee trails off. Her eyes narrow on Nathan and me. She doesn’t look like a girl that shares. “What’s going on?” She puts her hands on her hips.
“I, ah. I’m leaving.” I grab my bag, shoving my clothes inside of it.
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” She glares at me. Of course, she thinks I’m the one doing something wrong here. She should be glaring at her boyfriend; he’s the creeper. She steps back to let me by. I practically run to the Sigma Theta house. My chest is tight with anxiety.
There is a party going on, but it looks to be a small one. A few people linger outside on the porch. None of the guys bother me as I hurry up the stairs into the house. I make my way straight up to Noble’s room. I go to enter the code to his door but stop when I hear a groan come from inside. What the hell?
My heart sinks. That is until I hear my name following it. I pull my hand away from the keypad and knock instead.
“Leave me the fuck alone,” he shouts.
“If you say so,” I shout back but don’t move. Two seconds later, the door swings open to a bare-chested Noble, who is only in a pair of sweatpants. I don’t miss the outline of his erection.
“What’s wrong?” He pulls me into his room, shutting the door behind me.
“Nothing. My roommate's boyfriend is staying the night, and I didn’t feel comfortable staying there too.”
“You’re not staying there.”
“That’s what I kinda just said.” I laugh, the anxiety in my chest melting away. Noble is my cure. He could also be my downfall.
CHAPTER 11
NOBLE
I point her toward the sofa. “Be right back,” I say and escape into the bathroom. Right now is a bad time for Autumn to show up at my door. I’m trying to cope with my lust, which is building like an unsteady mountain of blocks piled one upon the other, ready to crash down at any moment. I’ve spent a week being a perfect gentleman, and I am not cut out for it. Every moment I’m with her makes me want her more.
I’ve jerked off more this past week than I did all of my teen years. It’s to the point where I don’t even enjoy a little self-pleasuring because the pleasure isn’t there. If I can’t have the real thing, I don’t want it. The real thing is just outside this door, sitting on my sofa with her knees pressed together and her wary eyes scanning my space. I blow out a long breath and throw open the door.
Her head jerks around in surprise.
I scowl because her hand is on the doorknob, and she looks like she’s about to flee.
“I thought you came here because your roommate’s boyfriend was being a dick.”
“I did, but I thought maybe you had something going on.”
“I don’t, so get your tush over to the sofa before I put you there myself.” My patience is at an all-time low, so the words come out short and sharp.
She moves fast as if she was waiting for my order.
I lean against the desk because I don’t trust myself to get any closer to her. “What’s the deal with the boyfriend anyway?”
“He just makes me uncomfortable.”
“Because of PDA or what?”
She scrunches her nose. “Not really. I mean, I don’t love that, but I could deal with it. It’s just that sometimes he makes suggestive comments or stares at me too long. I’m probably imagining things.”
I straighten up. “The hell you are.”
“Where are you going?” she asks, hopping to her feet.
I look over my shoulder. “To go beat this guy’s ass.”
“No. Please, don’t. First, you could get kicked out, and second, like I said, I’m reading too much into things.”
“I doubt it, but I can beat his ass later, I guess.” I let go of the doorknob. My eyes fall to the bag she brought with her. “You wanted to change?” I toe the satchel.
“I was going to get ready for bed, but I can’t really do that here. I don’t want to walk back across campus in my sleep shorts and shirt.”
“You’ll sleep here.” I pick up the bag and toss it into the bathroom. “Go and change.”
Autumn immediately moves toward me and then stops, almost as if she was surprised by her own actions. Testing out a theory that pops into my head, I say, “In the bathroom. Now.”
She scurries inside and slams the door closed behind her. I contemplate the closed door and review my facts. When we get food, she likes me to order for her. When I tell her to sit down or get to her feet, she obeys without question. For the last week, I haven’t pressed her to do anything because I wanted to make her comfortable, but maybe it came off as if I wasn’t fully interested. At least when it comes to us, she seems to enjoy being ordered around, not having to make decisions. Quickly, I pull a chair into position. After dousing the lights, I seat myself on the sofa, throw my arms across the back, and wait for her to come out.