Chapter 10 - Wakely

“Hello.” Waylon Walker practically purred at me as he walked into my open door. I needed to do better about closing it when I returned from wherever I was before. I couldn’t remember what I was doing before, though. It was as if I were here the entire time.

My mouth hung open as I stared at him approaching me. I was doing homework at my desk, my books were open, my laptop was on, and I was wearing my gross studying clothes.

He stood in front of me, and it was impossible not to notice the huge bulge in his pants. I licked my lips as I stared at it. The damn thing was taunting me. I shook my head and met his eyes.

There was a glint of humor in his eyes. But I missed the joke.  

“What are you doing here?” I asked as soon as I found my voice. I was proud of myself for the damn thing not wavering.

He bent over and placed his hands on my thighs. I shuddered at the contact. “I’m taking what’s mine.” He whispered in my ear.

His breath sent a shiver down my body.

Did I hear him right? He was taking what was his. What did that mean? I sure as hell wasn’t his. I wasn’t anything to him.

I pushed on his shoulder as hard as I could and slipped through the opening I was able to create. I made it to the door before his strong hands gripped my shoulder and spun me around. He pushed me against the door.

Freedom was so close yet so far. But did I even want that?

My heart was thudding in my chest as I stared into his deep green eyes that reminded me of a forest. I could get lost in those eyes.

I shook my head to clear it. “Let me go,” I demanded, my voice quieter than before but still strong.

“Never,” He growled at me as his hands slowly slid down to my wrists, he raised my arms above my head and held them with one hand as he stroked the exposed midriff.  I shuddered again.

I should have been scared or fought more. But his damn touch felt amazing. It felt better than I had ever felt before.

His nose nuzzled my neck, he took a deep breath. “You smell so delicious.” His voice was velvet against my ears, and I practically melted.

“Let me go,” I said again, even though I didn’t mean it. I wanted to feel more of him against me, I wanted us to be bare so I could feel all of him.

Already, I was dripping, and he barely touched me. His touch should be criminal.

He smirked at me. “Tell me what you really want, Cupcake. You and I both know that you don’t want me to stop.”

The nickname caught me off guard. No one ever gave me a nickname except my mom before she died. But after, my father only called me Wakely. If he called me anything. Nothing cute. Nothing affectionate.

“So what do you want? Did you want me to stop or did you want me to explore every plane of your body and having you scream so the whole damn floor can hear that you belong to me?” He nuzzled my neck again with his nose.

His tongue poked out and licked a trail from the nape of my neck up to my ear lobe. He grabbed the lobe in his mouth and tugged gently.

I was stunned.

No one in my life even wanted to see me naked, let alone every inch of my body. My heart thudded in my chest, and my panties were drenched. It was shocking that he couldn’t see the dampness through my sweats.

He pressed his pelvis against mine, his erection rubbing against me in the most delicious way possible. A growl rumbled in his chest. “Well, Cupcake?”

He pulled away and looked into my eyes.

“I—I want you to fuck me,” I whispered to him. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth.

His smirk became feral. “Good answer.”

He dropped my hands and grabbed me around the waist, lifted me as if I didn’t weigh a thing, and tossed me onto the bed…

I jerked awake, panting, looking around for the Walker brother who had my stomach clenched and my pussy dripping but he wasn’t there. Disappointment flooded my system. I swallowed.

“It was just a dream.” I panted.

I should have felt relief, but I didn’t. I was disappointed. Disappointed that he wasn’t about to climb on top of me and make me scream his name.

I lay back down and stared at the ceiling. Why did I dream about him? I didn’t like him. Not at all.

I snorted at myself. I knew I was lying to myself. He was the hottest man I have ever seen, and if there was a split second he would be even remotely interested in me, I would jump at the chance.

Sure I would be disappointed with myself later for jumping into bed with him when he had questionable character, but god damn, he was hot.

Most girls experiment in college. The only experimenting that I ever did was in my labs. I was so focused on school that sleeping with someone never even crossed my mind.

Not to mention, I didn’t want to upset my father. If word got out, he would be furious, and there was no telling what he would do.

My body was still tight with need. My dream felt so real, it was as if I could smell him in my room. And when he called me Cupcake…I wanted to know why my brain went to that nickname rather than something more popular, like babe or kitten.

I looked out the window, the sun was rising and soon I would need to start getting ready for the Junior Meet and Greet thing that Cora convinced me to go to.

The dress was hanging on the door, looking as beautiful as ever. I was excited to go to this event even though I wouldn’t admit it to Cora. I typically just kept my head down and focused on the schoolwork. But this was an opportunity to meet others and actually have friends. Real friends.

There was no point to try and go back to sleep, I was too needy to even think about trying to sleep for another hour or so. Instead, I closed my eyes and remembered the way that Waylon’s touch felt against my skin.

I was embarrassed to admit that I wanted him to take me and do the dirty things that he suggested. My body was practically vibrating for him to come and take me.

What would he do if I showed up in his doorway and demanded that he have sex with me?

I snorted. He would probably call the police and have me taken away. I wouldn’t blame him. It was the thought of a crazy person. Not to mention what my father would do if he found out I got myself arrested because I was demanding sex from a super-hot guy.

And yet, the way he stopped in Cora’s doorway and smiled at me had to have meant something. Didn’t it?

He probably thought I looked like a crazy person holding a pint of ice cream, and I more than likely had ice cream around my mouth. His smile was definitely because he was making fun of me in his mind. It had to be.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Waylon Walker is not interested in me. I stood, stretched, and went to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. “Waylon Walker is not interested in you,” I said to myself.

Eventually, I would believe it. I had to. Because there was no way in hell I was going to go out with him. Even if he begged me because he let his brother’s girlfriend be a dick to Cora, even though she didn’t do anything.

I pointed at myself in the mirror. “No way in hell will you go out with him. Think about him. Or even fantasize about him.”

I gave myself a stern nod and started the shower. I wasn’t about to think about how he spoke to me in my dream. Or the feral look in his eyes as he pinned me to the door. Or how his body felt against mine.

I shook my head again. “Bad, Wakely.” I snorted at scolding myself like a dog.

I quickly showered and threw on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. It was too early to get ready for the party, but I could go for some coffee.

I grabbed the only fiction book that I had on my shelf. It was a paranormal romance that I have read at least a hundred times. The cover was well worn, and for some reason, it gave me comfort.

I liked to think that someday somewhere, someone would instantly fall in love with me and save me from my life. I knew it wasn’t the most feminist way to think, but it was nice to fantasize a bit.

It was a way to escape my reality. Whenever I was having a bad day I would curl up on a comfy chair and just disappear in a different world. That was where I could relax and just enjoy the moment.

I quickly wrote a note on Cora’s dry-erase board that was on her door letting her know I was going to the coffee shop on campus and left.

It was the start of fall, and as soon as I walked out of the dorm, there was a nip in the air. The campus was quiet, the dew was still on the grass, and the birds started to soar in the sky.

I took a deep breath, letting the cool air fill my lungs. I couldn’t help but smile as I walked toward the café. No one was up yet, classes hadn’t started, and I’m sure everyone was going to take every opportunity to sleep in while they had the chance.

The café was called ‘The Grind.’ I snorted at the name. Not only did it represent ground coffee, but also grinding when studying.

The coffee scent hit me and I practically melted. I ordered my usual, a dirty chai latte, and nestled into one of the overstuffed chairs.

As soon as I opened the book, I was lost in the story. Even though I had read it before, I was still lost. The details, the characters, everything drew me in, and I couldn’t help but melt when the male main character flirted with the female main character.

I let out a snicker when the female lead embarrassed herself.

“Something funny?” A deep voice asked from next to me.

My eyes pulled away from the book, and I stared at the man in front of me. I froze. Waylon sat next to me, sipping a coffee, staring at me.