Too Late(9)
She glances up at me, her chin tucked in. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
She drops her shoulders and lowers her voice even more. "For the way I acted in class today," she says. "For flirting with you. I shouldn't have said some of the things I said. I swear I'm not that kind of girl. I would have never..."
"Sloan," I interrupt, hooking my finger under her chin. I stare down at her, knowing full well I need to drop my hand and back the fuck away from her. "I don't think that about you at all. It was harmless fun, that's it."
The word harmless looms in the air like a dark, ominous cloud. We both know that Asa is anything but harmless. Talking to her in class, standing with her in this hallway...it's the harmless moments like these that, if they occur enough, will end up being a hell of a lot more than just harmless. Asa's threat from earlier repeats in my mind. Everything about this girl is off limits. Asa has made that clear...my career makes that clear. Why can't I see it that clearly?
I begin to drop my hand when a voice from behind us causes us both to jump.
"You're missing the party, man."
I spin around and Dalton is at the top of the stairwell, eyeing me like he's about to beat my ass. He has every right to, considering the mess I almost just got myself in.
"Yeah." I take a deep breath and turn back around to face her. "We'll talk in class," I whisper. She nods and lets out a breath, relieved that the voice at the top of the stairs belonged to Dalton and not Asa. She's not the only one relieved by that.
She turns around and heads back into her room, rather than downstairs. I can see now, based on her environment, why she doesn't get any sleep.
As soon as the door closes behind her, I spin around and come face to face with Dalton. His nostrils are flaring, a dead giveaway that he's about to hit me. He shoves me against the wall and wedges his arm between my chest and throat.
"Don't fuck this up," he seethes. He slaps his palm against the side of my head. "Play smart."
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ASA - 5
Chapter Five
ASA
I fold my arms behind my head and lean back on the pillow. "Take off your panties."
She grins and bends forward, hooking her thumbs in her panties as she slowly slides them down over her hips. Her breasts are pushed together nicely in a black, transparent bra. I think I'll let her leave that one on.
"Come here."
She bends down on the bed and crawls toward me, her long blonde hair tracing up my legs as she slowly glides up my body. She positions herself above me, straddling me. This chick knows what she's doing. That can be both good and bad. I like a girl who knows how to fuck, but it also makes me wonder how many guys she had to fuck in order to get so good. I reach over to the nightstand and grab a condom, handing it to her.
"Put it on," I command. She keeps her eyes trained on mine as she opens it, then brings her hands to my dick. I grab her wrists and shake my head. "With your mouth."
She grins and begins to lower her head when I hear the footsteps. Then the bedroom doorknob makes an unsuccessful turn. Fuck."Asa, open the door!" Sloan yells from outside the room.
"Fuck!" I shove the girl onto her back. I stand up and grab my pants, pulling them on as the girl on the bed looks back and forth between me and the door. I pick her clothes up off the floor and throw them toward the closet, pointing for her to go hide.
She stands up and scoffs at my demand, shaking her head.
If this bitch really thinks she's about to walk out of this room with Sloan on the other side of the door, she's delusional. I grab her by the shoulders and shove her toward the closet.
"Just for a few minutes," I whisper. She starts to object, so I cover her mouth with mine. Whatever it takes to shut her up. I drop my hand between her legs, feeling her rely on me for support as her knees begin to buckle beneath her. Needless to say, her anger dissolves with each stroke. She moans into my mouth and I push her further into my closet, just as Sloan beats on the door for a second time.
"Two minutes," I whisper. "I'll get rid of her."
I kiss her again, then shut the closet door. I grab a towel and wipe my hands, then walk to the bedroom door and open it.
"It's four o'clock in the afternoon, why are you asleep?" Sloan says, shoving past me.
She's heading toward the closet, so I grab her by the waist and pull her down onto the bed. "I had class all day. I'm tired," I say, knowing the lie will ease her resolve.
It does.
She relaxes and curls into my chest. "You actually went to class today?"