Page 109 of Endgame
“Temporary,” I agreed with a weak nod.
“I mean it, Six,” he said in a husky tone. “I won’t fuck around on you. That’s not who I am. When I’m with you, I’m with you and no one else.” His breath fanned my face as he spoke words that both crushed me and set my heart on fire. “I expect the same in return.”
He was promising not to hurt me. Offering me friendship, exclusivity, affection, and sex. He was fucking perfect. The only thing missing was the promise of a future. I didn’t want him to propose to me for god’s sake.
I just wanted to believe that this was going somewhere. That itcould.
But dammit, I needed to look at this relationship in a clinical way. It wouldn’t last. It was just for fun. That’s all. That’s all he was offering me, and why shouldn’t I have some fun? I’d been taking care of everyone else for my whole life. Why wasn’t it my turn to kick back and have fun?
I wanted to.
“Okay then,” I whispered.For as long as it lasts…
The inevitability of this boy crushing my heart should have been enough to make me run. But the emotions and feelings charging through my veins, making my heart pound, made me stay. His eyes on my mine and his hands on my body kept me rooted to the spot.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad when he broke me.
Maybe, with a little luck, I’d end up breaking him, too.
I WALKED BACK TO biology class feeling more confused than I had been when I left it.
Some of the students looked up and snickered when we walked in. “Dude,” Mason chuckled. “What the hell?”
“Don’t.” Rourke shook his head in warning, eyes narrowed on his friend’s desk. It was only then I noticed Rourke’s lips and neck were smeared in my lipstick.
His hair looked like someone had roughly dragged their fingers through it.
Someone had.Me.
I’d be a liar if I said my lipstick smeared on his face wasn’t a huge turn on. Knowing that he was mine and mine only for as long as this lasted made me feel powerful. He wanted me. This stubborn, beautiful boy had a weakness and it was me. I was his weakness. I freaking loved it.
“Are you feeling better, Mercedes?” Miss Black asked, looking at me with a small frown.
“Um, yeah,” I squeezed out, making a beeline for our desk. My face was burning; cheeks flushed, lips swollen from his kisses.
Dying of embarrassment, I slid onto my stool and dropped my attention to the open textbook on our desk. Every nerve in my body was on high alert. The moment Rourke sat down beside me and clamped his hand down on my thigh, my nerves were shot to hell.
“So,friend,” Rourke whispered, dropping his mouth to my ear. “What do you want to do after the game tonight?”
“I’m…um, not sure.” Grappling with my nerves and lust, I forced out, “Hang on. I already told you, I’m not going to the game.”
“I know. I’m talking about afterwards.” Rourke pried my thighs open with persuading fingers and added, “We could go out for dinner…or eat in?” Teasing the apex of my thighs with his fingers, he added, “Whatever you want.”
“I can’t. I’m going to Molly’s party…” My voice trailed off and I bit back a moan when I felt him touch my panties. “You need to stop.”
“Really?” he purred, rubbing once more. “You sure?”
I nodded and bit down hard on my fist. “Friends first, Rourke,” I whispered. “That means no touching the other friend’s, um, private parts.”
“Gotcha.” Rourke removed his hand and snickered. “Private parts.”
“Don’t make fun of my terminology,” I hissed, snapping my head towards his. “I was trying to be polite.”
Immediately, I was snared in his gaze, trapped by eyes so blue I felt I was drowning in them. “Don’t be polite,” he countered, smirking devilishly at me. “Because there’s nothing fucking polite about what I want to do to you.”
I swallowed deeply, his words affecting me like nothing ever had.
Oh yeah, I was in way over my head with this boy.
