After we had laid there for a while, we headed back inside to get some rest before dealing with whatever tomorrow would present to us. We walked quietly back up the stairwell, and I tried not to slip on the steps with my wet feet. Michael’s bare chest was still glistening from the rain and his cotton joggers were soaked and hugged his skin so tightly that I could see the bulging outline of his cock as if his pants were molded around it. It made me so aroused that I had trouble concentrating on navigating the slippery steps.
My soaked T-shirt was no better and I caught sight of Michael’s eyes lingering on the way the shirt clung to my pointed nipples beneath the fabric, and the way the shirt stuck to the inside of my thighs as we climbed the stairs. When we reached the stairwell door to our floor, I went to put my hand on the handle, but Michael lunged forward to kiss me before I could open it. The stairwell was dim and silent, and the slight sounds of my moaning as I tried to be quiet echoed softly inside the corridor. I wanted him, and I was just so tired of holding everything back.
So, I decided not to hold back any longer.
Michael slid my panties down off my thighs until they dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. I ran my hand along the inside of his waistband before pulling his joggers down past the engorgement that I had seen and wanted even through the fabric of his pants. He lifted me up against the wall and when he lowered me again, I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt him push inside me as he made love to me against the wall of the stairwell.
“Damn it, I’ve missed this,” he grunted.
I clung to him as his hips snapped against mine. He sank into me with such an effortless ease that I was almost embarrassed at how wet I was for him. And yet, the look in his eyes told me he loved it.
And the words dripping from the tip of his tongue sent shivers up and down my spine.
“Fucking hell, you fit me like a glove.”
“Shit, shit. So tight. Yeah, squeeze me. Just like that.”
“Oh God, Lisette. Don’t stop.”
I gasped as I pressed kisses along the crook of his neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my fingers around the wet tendrils of his hair that hung against the base of his skull. I felt his girth pressing against me, sliding against my walls and tickling my clit from behind as that coil tightened deeply in my stomach. I locked my legs around him. I bucked against him ravenously as my head fell back against the wall. His lips fell to my clothed tits as he nuzzled and kissed them before raking his teeth along my sensitive peaks.
And as our bodies melded together, I felt his heart beating in time with my own.
Maybe it was the pounding of the rain against our bodies, or the sight of enticement teasing us from beneath soaked and transparent clothes. Or maybe it was just the sheer fact that we needed each other. But we stole that moment together until my body came undone, my pussy pulling him over the edge with me. His hands pressed against the wall and his lips crashed against mine, swallowing my sounds as he growled my name down the back of my throat. I felt his cock filling me, coating my walls in his mark as our bodies quaked against each other.
And when we pieced ourselves back together, still panting for air, we crept quietly back into the bed and curled around each other as the others remained fast asleep.
“I know you like them,” Michael whispered to me with his face nearly pressed against mine. He tilted his head slightly toward Adam and Julian. “I do too, they’re good guys. But I think the two of us should try to leave.”
“You mean like run away?” I asked surprised.
“Yeah, when we get the chance,” he whispered. “David likely won’t kill them without having you here as an audience, and he probably won’t come after just the two of us if we escape.”
And as appealing as the thought of getting out of here was—as much as I wanted to be with Michael—I couldn’t do that.
“I won’t leave anyone behind,” I said.
Then, with a muted nod, Michael turned over onto his back.
And I wondered if I’d ever stop disappointing the men I loved so much.
7
Some days, like that night in the rain, I felt alive. But most days I felt like I was falling deeper and deeper into a despair that I couldn’t climb out of. I started to question whether or not I would ever be able to get out of Charlotte, and the more I questioned it, the more desperate I felt.
David continued to push drugs on the students, and the guys and I continued to do as much damage control as we could without going against David and getting ourselves killed. The guys each tried to convince me, during quiet moments alone, that running away from here at the first chance we got was the best plan of action. But they each thought that the chances of it being a successful getaway only worked when we left the others behind. I didn’t want to think about it anymore, because the more I thought about having to choose one of them over the others, the more I felt myself sinking down into that deep pit.
There was an empty dorm room at the end of the hall on our floor that had a view of an old cemetery outside that was stuffed between two buildings. I remember having the conversation once—I think it was with Adam, or maybe it was Julian, I can’t remember—about why there was even a cemetery on college campus grounds. We had come to the conclusion that it was because of all the horrible and murderous things that Lineage Academy had been involved in. Come to find out, there were several cemeteries on the campus, not just a couple. This cemetery was actually more comforting than creepy though. It was overgrown with deep, green grass and had a little black iron gate that surrounded it in the shape of a small rectangle.
Sometimes, there were even fireflies that flitted above the tombstones and made it look more magical than morbid.
Looking at it through the little window of the empty room gave me time to get lost in my own thoughts for a while. It was a place that I could disappear to for a while. But, eventually, I was found.
And by the exact person I was attempting to avoid.
“Enjoying the view?” David said as he walked in and broke the silence of the room.
I had been coming here for days and no one had yet thought to look for me here. Of course, he would be the first to find me and interrupt my peace and quiet.
I sighed and turned my head back toward the window to ignore him.
“You seem like you’d prefer to stay holed up in here than join the others,” David said as he came to sit down on the bed beside me.
“I would,” I said. “For now, anyway.”
David chuckled under his breath. “You get that from your mother, you know. She never minded being alone either. In fact, I think she rather preferred it.”
“You don’t know a thing about my mother,” I said flatly.
“Not true,” he said. “I actually know quite a bit about her. Definitely more than you think.”
“I don’t claim to think that I know about anything anymore,” I said wistfully.
“That’s wise. It’s best not to assume things I would say.” David crossed his legs and shifted his position where he was siting. It looked like he was getting comfortable and planning to stay for a while.
I wished that he would just leave me alone.
