Oh god. The party.
He walks through the crowd like it’s nothing. They part for him—they always do—but now there’s a silence that follows us. It’s eerie. He’s got me in a fireman’s carry, slung over his shoulders like a damsel in distress. His arm is hooked around the back of my knee, gripping my wrist.
My cheeks flame.
We pass the living room, and I catch Riley’s wide-eyed stare. Eli has a hold on her arm, but she doesn’t even notice. And then we’re outside, the cool air hitting my bare skin.
It would appear that I only have the courage to stand up to him in private, because my muscles unlock. I growl, “Put me down.”
He chuckles, and the sound goes straight through me. He leans forward, letting go, and I fall flat on my back in the grass. The hit is shocking. Cold dew seeps into my jeans and the back of my sweater, the grass pricking at my forearms.
He stands over me, seeming to contemplate something, and then offers his hand.
I blink at him.
“Just take it.” He sounds a thousand years old. Impossibly tired.
I do. My hand slides into his like they were made for each other. He pulls me to my feet and points to the car.
“Get in.”
“So freaking bossy,” I mutter, heading for the car. I’m ready for this night to be over. He’s probably tired from his mood swings—I know I am.
“You don’t touch him.” He’s right behind me. His arms slide around my waist, his fingers interlocking over my abdomen. He holds me flush to his back, and his breath hits my neck.
“I wasn’t going to.” Liar. Wasn’t that my plan? To use a boy against him? It would’ve been Liam. Hell, it would’ve been anyone who could stand up to Caleb for a fraction of a second.
His lips touch my ear, eliciting a shiver. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I wouldn’t.”
He bites my earlobe, hard enough that I jump, but his hands keep me in place. We’re just out of reach of the house lights. I let myself fall back on him as his hands explore, and I hate it. I hate that my heart remembers what my mind has tried to forget: that deep down, Caleb and I used to be friends.
He pinches my nipple, and I feel it in my core.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask.
I shouldn’t.
I know I shouldn’t.
This could end.
This could continue.
His fingers inch under my jeans. “Do you want me to stop?”
I can’t even say yes, because my breathing is loud and ragged.
“Are you turned on?”
He pauses, one hand edging under my panties. He hasn’t even really touched me, and I’m wet. I don’t have to be a virgin to know that he’s affecting me in strange ways.
“I’m going to find out one way or another, love,” he whispers. His lips tease the skin just behind my ear, his tongue flicking out and tasting me. “Last chance.”
“Caleb.”
His hand plunges down. I buck against him, but he shifts us so my chest is pressed to his car. He kicks my legs wider, assaulting my clit with a dangerous tempo. My heart races. We’re outside.
Just like every other time he’s done this to you.
“Oh my god, Caleb,” I groan. I roll it to the side when his lips find my neck, biting and sucking. I have to brace my hand on his car as something builds up inside me.
“You don’t fucking talk to him,” he growls, biting my shoulder. “You don’t fucking look at another guy, love, because you’re mine.”
His words, his teeth, his finger on my clit. It’s sensory overload. I’m building and building, racing toward an unknown cliff, and I’m putty in his hands. I couldn’t move—I’d do anything to make him stay.
“Okay.”
His teeth ease, his lips and tongue soothing the spot, and his finger slips inside me. I groan.
“One day you’ll be spread out in my kitchen, and I’ll devour you,” he promises. “I’m going to fuck your pussy, and you’ll be screaming my name. But for today…”
His free hand slides up my stomach, and he pinches my nipple, twisting it in his fingers. It’s pain and pleasure, and suddenly a wave crashes over me, knocking me off the cliff. I soar.
Stars burst behind my eyes.
He holds me as my body trembles. When I come back to myself, his nose is in my hair. His lips touch the top of my head.
“Don’t forget what we talked about,” he says, releasing me.
I turn around and look at him. His eyes are dark, appraising me. He smiles at something on my face, but it’s too fleeting.
We get into his car, and he puts his hand on my thigh. I don’t even mind it, because… I think I’m a bit out of my mind.
He’s tormented me for weeks, and now he’s claimed my body. He’s a bully…
He’s my bully.
I hate you, I say in my head, just testing it out. It sounds weak, even to me. It’s a half-hearted plea to my own self. Hate him, damn it!
He stops in front of the Jenkins’ house and glances at me.
I lower the visor and check my face in the mirror, making sure everything is in place. It’s as if nothing ever happened.
I slide out of the car, ready to close it, when he leans toward me.
“You forgot something.”
I raise my eyebrow, and he takes my phone out of his pocket. He tosses it to me.
“Sweet dreams.” He winks.
I shake my head, knowing that I’ll probably dream of him. After that, how can I not?
He watches me walk up the driveway and into the house. It’s only eleven-thirty, and I’m sober as a nun. Just like I wanted.
In the living room, Robert is reading a book with a blanket on his lap. He smiles and gestures for me to come over.
I fold myself into the armchair.
“You’re early,” he says. “Our daughter—”
I bite my lip. They haven’t talked about her, only mentioned her those two times.
He sighs and continues, “She was a rule breaker. If curfew was midnight, she’d walk in the door at twelve-ten without fail. It drove Len crazy. And then our foster was different, but in the same way. She wouldn’t show up at midnight. We’d be lucky if she came home by two.”
I wince. “That isn’t my style.”
“I know, Margo. And we appreciate it.”