Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

Matt

" W here are you going?" Hunter asks as I toss my bag in the back seat of my truck. He's all dressed up. I'm guessing he has another date tonight. After last night's rejection, it doesn't surprise me. His ego took a hit and he needs to recover.

"I'm going to the library to get this project done." The guys are being too loud in the house, and I can't concentrate. Another perk of living in a frat house. It's party central 24/7. I thought with these guys all being top of their class and coming from elite families, it wouldn't be so crazy, but I'm starting to feel like I'm living in Animal House.

"Way to stay on top of your shit, Matty. While you're off being a loser, I'm going to get on top of Cara." He smirks. "You were right about Sienna. She wasn't worth my time. That girl is a bitch. Her roommate, on the other hand… She was begging for it with her eyes."

Why am I not fucking surprised? He's such a dick. Going after Sienna's roommate just to get back at her. But I doubt he's going to be making Sie jealous. She couldn't get away from him fast enough last night. Maybe I should text Sienna to give her the heads-up so she can make a run for it before he gets there. I'm sure his plan is to make a big display when he gets there, drool all over Cara to prove his point. Only thing is, I don't have Sie's phone number.

"I'm not gonna tell you I told you so." I smirk, giving him a fist bump and playing the game. "Hope tonight's date is more beneficial ."

He knuckles me right back, smiling. "I know it's going to be. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. The look in Sienna's eyes when she sees I've moved on is going to be classic. Man, just thinking about it makes me hard."

He really is such a fucker, and now more than ever I wish I had Sie's phone number.

He climbs into his BMW, and I hop on up into my beat-up truck. The sound of his tires squealing as he speeds out of the parking lot is meant to show me up, but he's wasting his time. There's nothing he could do or say to make me feel insecure. No amount of money or a fancy ride would make me envy any part of him. He's a dick, with apparently a little dick, and I'm more than secure on both of those counts.

I get to the library, heading to the back when I see Sienna tucked at a table in the corner. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head, she has no makeup on, and she's wearing an oversized sweatshirt that's hanging off one shoulder. It's the first time I've seen her not all done up, and man, does she look hot. My dick instantly stiffens in my jogging pants, my skin breaking out into a sweat.

Her head pops up from her book as if sensing my stare, and as soon as our eyes collide, she smiles. It's just as genuine as the one she gave me last night. I think she's happy to see me. And the stirring in my gut tells me the feeling's mutual.

"You come here often?" I tease, giving her a wink. She smiles and the sweet sound of her giggle fills the silence of the library before she holds her hand up to her mouth, hushing herself. Her eyes dart around the room to see if anyone heard and she quickly apologizes when she sees a guy over on the side looking in our direction. I don't think he's bothered by her laughing. I think he's hot and bothered by her looks. And for some reason, I'm bothered by him checking her out.

"So sorry," she whisper-shouts, then turns back and gives me a sheepish look. "Oops."

The fact that she actually apologized is a paradox to the girl I know. Or thought I knew. I'm really starting to think I don't know her at all.

"Mind if I take this seat, Sie?"

"I'd love it if you sat with me."

And there goes the thumping in my chest.

She moves her books, making room for me, and I use the moment to check her out. Man, she really does look good. But I think it's just because I've never seen her in casual mode before. She looks like a normal girl tonight. Normal in the sense of her attire. Her face doesn't even come close to being normal or average. She's truly one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.

"Studying on a Sunday night?" She cocks a brow at me as I pull out my books. "How boring of you, Matt."

I chuckle at her gest. It's something Margot would say. "How come you aren't back at the sorority house painting your nails and gabbing about boys?" I tease right back, but her smile drops, and I feel like I've struck a nerve.

"My roommate has a date with Hunter."

"Yeah. I heard. And FYI, he's doing it to make you jealous."

"There's no way I'd be jealous. He's awful. Sorry…" Her eyes suddenly get big. "I shouldn't have said that about your friend."

"He's not my friend, Sie." I would never choose to be friends with a guy like that. "He's the prez of the fraternity, so I have to be nice to him; otherwise, he'll make my life hell."

Her head bobs, knowingly. "I get that. Sorority life is the same. You have to play the part."

My brow shoots right up in question "I would've pegged you to be right in your element." As soon as I see the look cross over her face, I regret my comment.

"I don't really fit in there." She looks down at her books.

That's hard to believe. The Sienna I knew fit in everywhere. She was miss popular at our school. Her confidence drew in the crowds; her beauty attracted the guys. She was the queen of her circle, and if someone didn't like her, she didn't care. But the girl sitting before me doesn't hold that same confidence, and I wonder why.

"Margot is a bitch," I tell her. "So you shouldn't worry about her opinion."

"None of them like me." She shrugs. "It's not just Margot. They all think I'm a pathetic loser who studies too much and bought her spot into the sorority."

She's acting like it's no big deal, but I can see the pain in her eyes. For as much as she doesn't want it to hurt, I'm sure it still does. And that…makes me feel bad for the girl.

"Then why don't you quit?" Although, after her mom gave such a generous amount of money, I can understand her sticking it out.

"Because my mom said I had to join if I wanted my tuition paid for. She's a legacy who wants me to follow in her footsteps."

Damn, that sucks. Sounds like her mother is basically blackmailing her into the situation. But maybe if she told her what was going on, her mom would tell her to quit.

"Why don't you tell her how they're treating you? I'm sure she doesn't want you living with a bunch of bullies."

"My mom thinks I'm the problem. She would tell me I brought this on myself."

Maybe her mom's right. After all, Sienna might not be as innocent as she claims. Karma might be coming around and biting her in the butt.

"Do you think your mom could be right? If you treated any of them like you treated Lex back in school, then I can understand why they think you're a bitch. No offense, Sienna, but you definitely weren't the nicest girl."

She suddenly stiffens in her chair, and the coldness is back in her features, reminding me of the girl I always knew. Maybe she hasn't changed.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my studying." Her attention shifts down to her books. She picks up her highlighter, suggesting the conversation is over. But I'm not done. I still don't get what the problem was between her and Lex. Lexie is a sweetheart. And they were once best friends, so what could've happened for Sie to then turn around and bully the girl?

"Tell me why, Sienna. Why were you so cruel to her?"

Her eyes meet mine; this time, they look glossy.

"You wouldn't understand, Matt." She stares at me for a moment like she might actually tell me, but then…she disengages. Her attention returns to her books, and then she's back to highlighting and making notes.

"Try me, Sie." My voice is softer, wanting her to open up to me. I want to understand why a girl as gorgeous as her and has so much going for her would need to be mean to anyone. There's nothing for her to be jealous over. It doesn't make sense. "I promise I'll keep your secret. I'm just trying to understand."

Her eyes meet mine, and the silence drifts between us again. My heart is pounding faster in my chest as the seconds tick by. But then the fake smile forms on her face and I'm reminded of the girl I went to high school with. "It's so sweet of you, Matt. But it's really none of your business. Now, we better get studying before they kick us out of here. My room is currently occupied, and I'd rather not have to study in my dark car. So, do you mind?" Her head drops back down to her books, and that's it. She's shutting me out. She obviously doesn't trust me enough, but I know there's a reason why she hates Lex so much.

I open up my books, pulling out my sheet to look over my assignment, but I can't even focus. All my thoughts are drawn to Sienna. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that she's deep in concentration, having no problem tuning me out and returning to her studies. Her brow is narrowed as she reads her book. Her finger is twirling a stray curl that got loose from her messy bun. Her teeth keep nibbling at her lower lip as she jots down notes in the sidelines of her pages. And every time her tongue slips out licking over the spot, my dick grows tighter in my pants.

My attraction toward her is getting harder to ignore. She's so gorgeous it's almost a sin. And I'm getting the feeling there's more to her than what she's ever shown anyone. I'm drawn in to the mystery of her like a bee to nectar. I want to peel back the layers of the plastic she shields herself with and get to know the real her. I want to know why she acts so tough on the outside, when I can see that she has a softness in her heart. She may think insecurities are a weakness, but I think they show vulnerability. And seeing a glimmer of self-doubt makes her sexy.

She shifts in her seat and the movement captures my attention. I look over again. This time noticing how the wide sleeve of her sweatshirt has dropped all the way down to her elbow. And now, the top of her cleavage is revealed, along with the rim of her black satin bra. My dick tenses between my legs when I see the top of her nipple poking over the material. She doesn't even realize she's on display. Fuck. I should look away. I'm a better man than to violate her privacy with my eyes. But I can't.

She shifts again to highlight something in her book and her bra slips lower. My mouth waters, wanting to run my lips across the smooth satin material, dip my tongue below when it gets to her nipple, and slide across her tight peak. The throb in my nuts grows heavier and I have to reach down and adjust myself in my pants. As soon as my palm rubs over my cock, it pulses, the cum already rising to the tip, and I have to fight back the groan.

She's still busy making her little notes, and I'm dick deep in a fantasy, trying to force myself to release my shaft before I start stroking myself off like a perverted peeping Tom. And there go those teeth sinking into her lip again, teasing me to the brink. I force my hand up onto the table, grabbing the side of my book in a near death grip, trying to get control of my breathing. I've wanted girls before, but it's never felt like this.

I'm fighting the urge not to reach out and yank her bra down, take her pink nipple between my fingers and draw it tight. I want to hear her let out a startled little yelp in this quiet room. Her eyes lighting up with shock and uncertainty, not knowing what I'm going to do next.

The fantasy takes over. "What are you doing, Matt?" The image playing out vividly in my mind. I narrow my eyes in on her pretty face, tsking her for disrupting the peace.

"You make another sound, and you'll get us kicked out of here, Sie." My fingers grow more aggressive in my mind, fondling her nipple, giving her full breast a firm squeeze. And the confusion in her eyes grows heavier. She's watching me closely, not knowing what my intentions are, her breaths picking up as her nerves kick in. The need for more taking hold as her body grows hotter.

I reach over and jerk down the other side of her bra, wanting both revealed for my viewing pleasure. This time, she lets out what sounds like a sexy little whimper. I sit back in my chair and admire the view, keeping my hands to myself and watching her reaction.

When my name whispers from her on a moan, I look up, meeting her eyes, which are fueled with lust. She wants me to touch her. She needs more. And the tension tightens in my gut. My urges are growing in strength and taking over my control.

"Grab them, Sienna. I want you to take them in your hands and pinch your nipples."

She nervously swallows, the flush of her cheeks turning pinker. Her eyes darting around the room again to see if anyone is watching. There's a part of me that wants them to, but then the thought of guys seeing her on display has me wanting to shield her from their view, because she's mine.

"Don't be shy, Sie. The only one who's watching is me."

She hesitates again, but then…her hands slowly move to her breasts, her fingers sliding around her taught nipples, lightly teasing them until they're pebbled up with excitement. When she pinches them tight, her eyes fluttering as she sucks in a gasp of air, the cum starts to dribble from the end of my cock. I grip myself, giving my shaft a firm stroke as I watch the show. The feeling gets too strong, nearing the edge, so I release my cock and reach out under the table, running my hand right between her legs. She sits up, surprised by my invasion, but as I begin to rub over the soft material that's clinging to her soaked pussy, she eases her clench, spreading her thighs wider for me.

"That's right, Sie. You know you want it. I can feel how wet you are through your pants."

My imagination is getting carried away. Her crying out as I work her faster. Her tits on display, fingers now gripping the table to hold herself up as I drive her toward her orgasm. I shove my hand down her pants, thrusting inside her pussy.

"Fuck," I groan, imagining the feel of her wet heat.

"What's wrong, Matt? Are you okay?"

Sienna's voice cuts through the madness, bringing me back to the present. My hands are gripping the book, about to rip the binding. My lungs are heaving like I ran a marathon. And the ache inside my groin is throbbing tight and hard.

"Are you having an asthma attack?"

I look up from the hole I'm burning in the pages, barely able to meet her eyes. I was just defiling her with my thoughts, finger-fucking her hard. About to shove her up against the stacks of books and fuck her for real. Shit. I'm losing my grip. I need to get away from her.

"I have to go," I practically bark, grabbing my things and storming out of the library. I suck in the cold night air, trying to calm myself down. The smoke of my madness huffing from my lips as I make my way across the parking lot to my truck. As soon as I'm locked inside, I shove my hand into my pants, jerking myself rough and fast. The sound of my grunts fill the small space. When the image of her nipple peeking over the cup of her bra flashes in my mind, I come. My cum spurting out, rope after rope landing on my steering wheel, some hitting the top of the dash.

"Fuck. Oh fuck." I grip the steering wheel with my free hand, jerking faster as more waves hit. My orgasm crashing in harder than it ever has. My entire body feels like it's spasming as I convulse in my seat. When the last shock hits, I drop back against my headrest, gasping for air to fill my lungs. Breathing in and out slowly as the pulses settle. The tension finally easing off. My body feeling relaxed for the first time in a hell of a long time. But as the lust clears and my mind comes down from the rush, an unsettling realization crashes in, and the tension is back.

I'm not just attracted to Sienna; I want her. And that thought has my eyes flying open. It's time to go.