Chapter 28

I drive aroundwith Jen for an hour, warring with myself. I left with her on a whim, not really thinking it all the way through. All I wanted in the moment was for Lux to see me leave with another girl…

Now that I have Jen in my car, though, I have to figure out what I'm going to do with her. I should probably just drive her home, but fuck, Lux's words float back to me.

I'd beg another girl to take you off my hands.

I'm pissed at her for that statement and her casual rejection of us. But maybe she's right. Maybe I'm just fucked in the head, and all I really need is to get Lux out of my head, and out of my blood.

I stop the car in a random beach parking lot, and shut the engine off, and I switch on the interior light. Jen and I sit in awkward silence for long seconds, before she finally says something.

"So, um, what do you want to do?" she asks, her fake lashes fluttering. She's pretty but in a manufactured way. She lacks the natural beauty that Lux has in spades.

Fuck,I'm not thinking about her.

With a deep exhale, I turn toward Jen. "We should get to know each other," I say suggestively.

Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip, and she sits forward a little. "Oh, yeah? How so?"

Leaning in, I move to kiss her, my lips hovering above hers. Her smell is all wrong, though, and it's fucking with my head. She must be wearing rose perfume or something, and it's throwing me. But I push through because I have to. I have to prove I can do this. That Lux means nothing.

She laughs a little when my lips touch hers, and when I deepen the kiss, she moans. But, again, it's all wrong. Her lips are a little too pliant, if that's possible, and even the way she moves beneath me is too….eager. Her hands rove my chest, through my shirt as she leans more fully into the kiss.

This feels strange.

I pull back abruptly, breaking the kiss, disgusted with myself. I can do this. Damn. Lux doesn't have me so torn up inside that I can't touch another fucking girl. I mean, shit. I'm the campus-fucking-king. I can fuck anyone I want. No one, not even Lux, is going to keep me anchored.

"What's wrong?" Jen asks on a breath.

"Nothing."

She smiles, but it's obvious she doesn't believe me. "Whatever it is, I can make it better…"

Her hand goes straight to my cock, and she curls her delicate fingers around it, tugging through the rough fabric of my jeans. I jerk back, my head slamming against the backrest. My eyelids drift closed, and my jaw tightens.

I can fucking do this.

"Suck me off," I grate out, angry at Jen, at Lux, at this whole fucking situation. But I need to do this. I need to prove that Lux doesn't have a hold on me.

With a faint giggle, she unzips me and pulls my cock out. Images of Lux flood my mind. I can't help it. It's like my body is connected to her, and my arousal is linked to images of her somehow. It's fucked up, but honestly, I'm just trying to get through this.

With her hand anchoring me, Jen's lips slide over the tip of my cock, taking me deep. I groan and shift my hips, the image of Lux's face floating in my mind. I love the way she looks when she comes, her head tilted back, her mouth open, just slightly, her eyelids fluttering.

Fuck, yes.

The pressure on my cock intensifies as she falls into a steady rhythm, sucking me deep. The image of Lux's tits flood my mind now; heavy, bouncing as I thrust into her. Her nipples are flushed, and erect, just begging for my tongue.

I'm in the groove, and I reach down to thread my hand through her hair. But the hair is smoother, cut shorter, and I'm jolted by the memory that this isn't Lux sucking me off. It's some random chick.

On instinct, I recoil, and take my cock in hand, forcing Jen's mouth off me. She straightens, bewildered, and a little offended. "What's wrong?" she asks for the second time tonight.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back, trying to catch my breath. How the fuck do I explain this? "I'm not in the right mindset for this. It's not you."

She frowns, and pulls the strap of her dress all the way down, exposing one round, perky breast. "Well, let me help you get in the right mindset."

I'm tempted to let her try again, but I know it's just going to end in frustration for us both. She feels different. She tastes different. And it's not her fault, but fuck, she's not Lux….

I tuck my cock back into my jeans and zip up, then start the engine. "Where do you want me to drop you?"

With a pout, she pulls her strap up and straightens in her seat, staring out of the windshield, into the empty parking lot. She looks upset, but whatever.

"Maybe you just need something to loosen you up a little?" she asks hopefully. "There's a party near Mission Beach."

"Sure," I say, heading onto the main highway. I can't go home right now, because I know, for a fact, when I see Lux lying in my bed, I won't be able to resist fucking her. I need to cool down before I go back home, and a party is a decent distraction…