Fatal Flaws

chapter 40

"What am I going to do when she leaves? I've been alone so long already, now it's permanent," I whine, lying my head on his shoulder.

He rolls his eyes in response. "She was never hardly here, anyway. Wasn't she always at Hopes?" He makes a point, giving me one of his famous side eyes. I hadn't noticed he brought his backpack until he pulled his laptop from it, propping it open on his lap.

"That's not the same. Even when she wasn't here, she still was. All her stuff being here made it feel like she was. Now she's leaving me and the school will move somebody new in. What if we don't get along, or worse, they could be a bitch like Sam." I whine, pretending to pout. My bottom lip stuck out.

"Too bad we're only friends or you could come sleepover with me whenever you want." He teases, powering his computer on.

"I doubt your roommate would like that. Having your sad little friend crashing on your couch every night" I lean over, looking at his screen. A picture of him and that same guy from the one in his room is on his back screen. It appears they were mudding, sitting in a topless black jeep. Dirt completely covered the jeep and both occupants. I love seeing him happy and smiling. I wish he did it more often.

"Well, it's a good thing I won't have a roommate in a few days, huh? Did you forget I told you I'm moving into an apartment, or maybe a duplex? I haven't decided. A townhouse would be nice. There are so many options and decisions to make," he mumbles. Now scrolling, through for rent ads on the internet. He swipes through them house after house, not appearing to like any.

"I guess you're right, since we are only friends I wish you the best of luck finding a house," I tease, lying back on the bed. My fingers play along the waist of my pants, untying the knot that holds them closed. I hated it when he wasn't around. It drove me crazy. Constantly wondering what or who he's doing. Even after seeing him with another girl, the thought of it drives me crazy. I know he isn't mine, but I need him. I want him to need me like I do him. Why can't I satisfy him enough so he doesn't want anyone else?

But I can't help that right now. I need to clear my head. I need a distraction.

Reaching around, I close his laptop with my fingertips. Grabbing his hand, I bring it toward my thigh, sliding it between my legs. "There is another option altogether", he purrs, his hand moving on its own. He traces the inside of my thighs with his fingertips, gliding up and down. "We could spend every night together. And do whatever you want," he coos while sliding his laptop out of the way and climbing over me.

"Hmm, whatever I want," I moan as his knee presses against my groin. His face is now mere inches from mine. "Take me please," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck. I slide out from beneath him, still holding on, forcing him into a seated position. I kiss him once before standing in front of him and sliding out of my pants.

"No panties, I see," he laughs, lifting his hips, and allowing me to take his bottoms off. I climb into his lap, helping him to remove his sweatshirt. Then forcefully slamming him backward against the wall, kissing him again.

His hands wrap around my hips, pulling my lower half closer to him. Using one hand, I rush to remove my oversized tee shirt, tossing it to the ground. I can feel him growing beneath me. My tongue continues massaging his, licking down him, tasting his skin along his jaw down to his neck. It's my turn to mark him this time. I bite him, sucking as hard as I can. He lets out a moan, his head lying back against the wall.

"Come on Bex, let's do it. Stop being scared and agree," he moans as my tongue continues across his lips. "Move in" is all he can get out. My mouth stops him mid-sentence, quieting him. I don't want him to finish that sentence. I know what he is going to say, and he sounds crazy.