Disorderly Conduct (The Academy #1)

His fingers tangle in my hair, a sheen of sweat beginning to form on his chest and abs, his flesh elongating and pulsing on my tongue. God, he’s hotter than sin. I can’t handle it. The seam of my shorts is drenched and I want them off, I want him inside me so bad, I’m moaning as he pushes deep into my throat, growling my name from above.

“Ever. Ever. Baby. Cutie. Stopstopstopstopstop.” He draws my mouth away, which makes a popping sound—another weakness of his—and he’s helpless against sinking past my lips with a roll of his hips. His head falls back, chin dropping, thighs trembling, sweat rolling down his chest. “Little more, little more. Fuuuuuuck. Please don’t let me come. It hurts. Lick my cock and taste how bad. Get a good taste of how you make it hurt. Need to fuck. Need to come.”

Those words signal his breaking point. We trust one another not to push past that invisible marker, so I sit back, watching his wet inches strain against his thigh. Charlie scoops me up from beneath my arms, takes a few steps and throws me on the bed, which normally would have made me die laughing, but there’s nothing funny about the way he stalks me. It’s not just lust bathing his expression, either, it’s something heavier, but elusive.

He kneels between my legs, and I only have a split second to appreciate his dewy muscles, the boy-next-door-who-got-in-a-fist-fight beauty, before the shorts are ripped down past my ankles. They remain hooked on one of Charlie’s fingers as he holds them up, his expression the epitome of disapproval. “These are not an appropriate choice when a locksmith is coming over.” He tosses them over his shoulder. “Save the sanity of the male population and start shopping in the big girl section, huh, cutie?”





Chapter 21





Charlie


Yeah. I barely got away with that one.

When a woman kneels and gives a man carte blanche with her mouth, it takes him a few minutes to come down, though, so sue me. Because she’s Ever and she understands I’m not a complete asshole, she only gives me a lazy middle finger and stretches out on the bed like a cat. She throws her arms up over her head and arches her back, giving me the view of the century. Her pussy is barely covered by a peach-colored thong, with a little white bow on the super-low waistline. Those sugar-flavored tits are out. I could drag her under me, shove those pretty panties to one side and fuck her until she starts screaming for divine intervention. God knows my cock is begging for its usual rough, filthy, pounding session.

Whatever this feeling is inside me, though? This full, crowded, choking feeling? It’s asking for something else.

It knows Ever needs more, so there’s no option but to give it to her. Maybe it’s danger that has me strangled right now by her beauty. Not just her body, which, let’s face it, is an eleven. But it’s the way she watches me, as if she’s reading my thoughts and doesn’t find fault with a single one. She knows not only me . . . but she knows us. She knows us together. That’s the danger. I’ve found someone who could be my other half. I’m going to make love to her. And I have no idea what comes afterward anymore.

Ever pushes up on one elbow, blonde hair draping across one shoulder. “Charlie,” she breathes, her eyes feverish. “I need you.”

“Fuck, I need you, too,” I say, all pretenses dropped. There’s no place for them between Ever and me. Not here in the dark when we’re in a bed together for the first time and my heart is tapping out Morse code at warp speed. I hook a finger in her thong and slide it down, down, licking my lips at the sight of her naked pussy, all slick and ready. Ready to take her man. There’s a little freckle on her stomach I never noticed before and following instinct, I lean down to kiss it now, sliding my tongue into the hoop of her belly button ring for good measure. Tugging just a little. Listening to her gasp, while I roll the condom down to the root of my dick. “Christ.” I shake my head, letting every thought in my head tumble out. “I can still see you running away from me tonight.” It’s there every time I close my eyes. The reminder has me looming over Ever, taking her arms and securing them above her head. “Someone bumped into you and you stumbled . . . and then I couldn’t see you anymore.”

“You were angry with me,” she breathes, her toes sliding up and down my calves. “Maybe you shouldn’t think about it right now, since you’re supposed to be making love to me.”

I lean down close and nip her bottom lip, making her gasp. “Maybe we make angry love.”

“That doesn’t sound like us.”

Us. A wrench twists in my chest. Why do I keep seeing her disappearing into the crowd? Over and over. What if I’d never met her? Never became friends with her? No one would have texted me tonight. I wouldn’t even have known she was in trouble. I’m setting myself up for a lifetime of not knowing what happens to Ever.

I shove my face into her neck and inhale, trying to break free of my dark thoughts, but they won’t go. My frustration is manifesting itself in my bones, my throat, the dead center of my stomach. “No one is going to call me next time, goddammit, are they?” Not giving her a chance to answer, I bare my teeth against her lips and they open for me. The taste of her knocks me back into the light . . . until I realize I’m trying to get my fill. Get my fill of Ever. And that becomes my quest, in that moment. Store up enough of this insane way she makes me feel, so I can survive on the fumes as long as possible.

My body moves all on its own, dragging up and down her curves. We’re synced flesh, rippling like an ocean current, her knees writhing like waves on either side of my hips. I’m not even inside her yet, and we’re moving like I’m balls deep. Yes. It’s not dry humping, because Jesus fuck, she’s drenched and getting that wetness all over me.

“First time you let me bring you home, I couldn’t believe you were real,” I groan, my head tipped forward over her bouncing tits. “Still don’t. Still can’t. You know how I’m going to move before I get there. How do you do it?”

“M-me? I thought it was you.” We breathe a laugh into one another’s mouth . . . and ten tons of emotion slams into me. I miss her. How do I miss her when she’s close as another human being can possibly get? I need an outlet, I need the next thing, or I’m going to swallow her whole. Gathering her legs up around my waist, I punch my hips and drive the full way into Ever’s tight pussy with one thrust. “Charlie.”

“God. God, Ever.” I flex my ass, pushing, trying to find a corner of her I haven’t yet occupied, but I’ve got her crammed full. Every time I move, she whimpers and spreads her legs wider, my ultimate fantasy. Except every single moment we’ve been together like this, she’s gotten better and my imagination can’t compete anymore. It was laughable, this idea that we could make love. The base of my spine is splintering, spasming with the need to bury myself in her, again and again. A hard, slapping pace that we’ll both race to keep up with.