The Bet (18+)

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Chapter 27

We just put our clothes back on as I approached him and touched his lip with my thumb.

“You’re healing nicely,” I said.

He chuckled and pulled his face from my hand.

“Yeah, well, it would be nice if your friends stopped hitting me.”

My stomach sank as I stepped away from him and looked down. He was right, my friends need to back off, but how do I get them to stop? This isn’t some high school story where he’d be accepted by them for simply being with me. No, they’d destroy him if they ever found out.

“I like your haircut,” I tell him, changing the subject.

He ran his hand through his hair and smirked at me.

“Yeah, it needed to be done after some asshole took a pair of scissors to it.”

Fuck, he’s making me feel guilty again.

“I’m sorry for that too,” I whispered.

“Don’t worry about it. Your friends are dicks; nothing you can do about it.”

He was only half right. I could blackmail Ryan to get him to leave Damon alone, but that would put me in the path as well. I’m glad I took that bet so I could meet Damon, but I’m regretting that it ever happened. One look over at Damon and I wondered what he’d think if he ever found out? Would he hate me?

“So, who was that girl?” I asked.

His smirk was back as he eyed me. “Just a friend.”

“Friend, friend? Or…” When he didn’t answer me and just laughed, I pushed on. “I mean, you don’t owe me an explanation, I just assumed that since we’re…”

He marched up to me and grabbed my throat again, slamming his lips onto mine. I moaned into his mouth and gripped his arm, holding on.

His tongue explored and twisted and before he pulled away, he lightly nibbled my bottom lip. It popped when he released it.

“Are you jealous?” Damon rasped, leaning his forehead against mine.

“N-no,” I lied.

“I’d be okay with it if you were,” he whispered.

My heart slammed against my chest as I inhaled a shaky breath.

“I’m not,” I lied again. “You can fuck whoever you want to.”

He scoffed, leaning back to look into my eyes.

“Are you sure about that? Is that all this is?” He reached up with his other hand and cupped my breast from the outside of my shirt, brushing his thumb over my puckered nipple.

“W-we fuck and it’s a-amazing,” I stuttered. Fuck, he makes me crazy!

“We fuck and it’s amazing?” He repeated in a whisper, leaning forward again as his lips brushed against mine. “I think this is more than just fucking, Taylor. You know it and I know it.”

God, yes! I wanted to shout but kept silent instead. I had a few things to figure out before I admitted to how I felt about him and our situation.

The door whipped open and a woman professor stood there looking angry.

“What are you two doing in here?! This isn’t a hotel room! Go do whatever it is you kids do these days in the privacy of your own rooms! My goodness!”

Damon grabbed my hand and pulled me to the exit. We were both laughing as the woman gave us death glares. Then we were in the hallway alone again and Damon pushed me up against the wall.

He stared into my eyes for a long moment before he kissed me hard. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me as I deepened the kiss. I never wanted to stop doing this. Ever.

Damon broke the kiss, winked at me, and then disappeared down the hallway and out of sight. My head was buzzing and I couldn’t stop grinning.

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