Page 45 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)

It goes straight to my cock.

I’m sure she feels it pressing between us. Her fingers tug my shirt up and skate along the skin above my shorts’ waistband, sending goosebumps coasting up my back and down my arms. I grip her hair harder, tilting her head to the side and leaning up into her.

When she palms my dick through my shorts, though, I see stars. I dip my hand into her shorts, dipping under her panties. Her slight intake of breath is the only tell that my fingers are affecting her.

She’s soaked, though. I linger on her clit, then inch down and dip my fingers into her pussy. I want to taste her in the worst way. But I’m too focused on the noises she’s making as I finger-fuck her.

Wren rolls her hips forward, grinding her clit on the heel of my palm.

“That’s it,” I whisper against her lips. We’ve stopped kissing and are just pressed together, open-mouthed and chasing pleasure.

“Fuck,” she groans.

I bite her lower lip, tugging until she kisses me again. Harder. I’ve never been this turned on just by touching someone. Her hand is still on me, rubbing through my shorts. But that takes a backseat when she suddenly arches her back.

Her muscles tighten around my fingers.

Her orgasm face is something I won’t be forgetting anytime soon.

When she comes down, I carefully pull my hand away. My fingers are wet, and her eyes are dark. Pupils dilated.

I lick my fingers clean and imagine it’s her pussy.

One day I’ll have her spread open for me to devour.

But the moment seems to fade, even with my raging hard-on drawing ninety percent of my attention. The shift in the air is clear enough.

She stands shakily, using the wall over my head for balance, and steps away.

Retreating.

“You know what they say,” I call to her before the door closes between us.

She pauses, and I grin.

“An orgasm a day keeps the nightmares away.”

Wren rolls her eyes and shuts the door. I reach for my water bottle and uncap it, chugging half. I lower it and resign myself to another night on the floor.

Becausefuck. That was unexpected.

CHAPTER17

WREN

An orgasm a daykeeps the nightmares away.

I can’t believe that’s what he said to me just as much as I can’t believe it actually rang true. I didn’t have another nightmare after shutting the door in Stone’s face two nights ago, and I have refused to make eye contact with him since.

What was I thinking?

My plan was to irritate him because I could see him sulking outside my door, and I was already pissed about him coming to my rescue at Shadow’s. He was messing with my head—so hot and cold, just like his nickname from high school,Stone-Cold Killer.I heard one of the guys talking with him in the kitchen, poking and prodding and asking why he was playing like shit, but he only grunted and stalked off.

It’s probably because he’s tired due to my stupid anxiety creeping up on me when I’m at my most vulnerable, whimpering and crying at all hours of the night. Not that I asked him to stay outside my room—that’s all on him. Which again, messes with my head.

I slam my notebook closed and rub at my sore neck. I stand at the sound of Professor Walsh’s dismissal. Personal Finance is the class I’d choose to skip out on for a nap if I had to pick, it is the least demanding of my course load, but I won’t slack off when it comes to my academics.

“You look tired.”