Hatred With Benefits novel Chapter 41

EVA.

"You leave first. I need to get a book from the library. " I tell Aliya as we walk out of class and she twists her body to me to say, "Meet me back at my dorm, yeah?"

"You got it. " I throw her a wink and pat her back before I turn in the other direction that takes me to the school library.

Stepping inside the room, there are a few students scattered across, and I make my way towards my favourite spot at the very end to drop my bag before I head to the row of shelves and look through for the book I need.

Not finding it in the first sections, I move to the one at the very end and start looking through the books. A smile covers my face when I catch the sight of the cover and I lift my hand to fish it out but startle when there's a breath down my neck.

"They are not for stealing, Carson. " I turn around to see Emerson standing in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I ask with wide eyes as he sandwiches me between the shelves and his body; his hand moving near my face.

"What do you think I'm doing, Carson?" He questions as he inches his face closer, and presses his lips to mine just barely. Not enough for me to open my mouth, but enough to spark a reaction from me.

"Annoying me?" I say in a breath and Emerson chuckles lightly. "We're in the library. "

"That's what makes this more fun. " He says with a grin and I shake my head, "I'm not fúcking you in the library, Ford. " Even when my body disagrees greatly with that.

The corner of his lips lifts in a tiny smirk. "Who said anything about fucking you, Carson? I have other ways to make you moan, you know. "

I swallow down my throat when I feel his hand on the hem of my skirt, slipping underneath the clothing before he starts caressing the skin that's covered with it.

"Want me to show you?" He whispers as he pushes his face forward and closes his lips to mine before I could give him a response. I moan at the familiar taste of him, and Emerson swallows the sound like the greedy bastard he is as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth and caresses it with mine.

My hands are on his chest, grabbing a fistful of the shirt to press his body closer to mine, and the image of us tumbling down with the shelf of books because of our weight, crosses my mind for a millisecond before that thought dissolves when I feel Emerson's touch edges closer to where it suddenly aches for him.

One minute, Emerson Ford is swallowing every breath and gasp that leaves my throat, and teasing me with his touches, then the second minute he's pulling away from me with worried eyes, and I know that look. Oh, I know it too much. And I know why he has that look, which annoys me.

"We shouldn't. " He says in a thick breath and I frown, "This is because of what I told you last night, isn't it?"

Emerson opens his mouth to argue, but I'm quick to say. "Don't lie to me, Ford. "

With a sigh, he confesses. "It is. "

"You don't want to touch me because you suddenly find me disgusting?" The words taste bitter coming from my mouth, and Emerson's eyes are wide as he shifts closer and says, "What? No. Fucking no. Why the fuck would you say that?" Something tells me he would be yelling those words if it weren't for where we are.

"Because that's how you're supposed to feel? I mean I've been touched by—" he closes his palm over my mouth, silencing the rest of my words with a glare on his face. "Don't. Just don't. Please. I don't think what you think I do, Carson. I thought you might need some time before you ease back into this. You dug up a past that you haven't talked about in years, and I know that might have taken a toll on you. I don't want you to be uncomfortable, Eva. "

"I'm not. It doesn't matter because it's different with you. " Only when the words leave my mouth do I realize what I said and Emerson raises a brow, "How's it different with me?" Because with you, it's just you and I. Because I love the way you make me feel when you touch me.

I don't say those words. Instead, I say, "Because you have my consent. "

Emerson's lips stretch into a small smile before his lips are back on mine again. Soft and teasing. Warm and safe.

"Oh, fuck. " I groan when he rubs me through the lace of my panties.

"Shh, keep it down. You don't want us to get caught now, do you?" He shushes me as he pulls away from my mouth and moves his lips to my neck, littering kisses across the skin till he takes my earlobe in his mouth.

My body shudders at that hidden spot before Emerson pulls back to meet my eyes, and says, "You're so wet, Eva. "

"Mmm. " I whimper when he shifts my panties to the side and expertly slides his finger inside my core.

Emerson's palm is back over my mouth. "I told you to keep quiet. "

My moans and gasps are muffled with his hand as I start to roll my hips against his finger and Emerson double it– pumping in and out till I'm a mess in his hands, and I ride his fingers faster, trying desperately to snatch that relief.

My chest falls in a sigh when my relief washes over me, and he pulls his fingers out of me; the digits coated with my juices.

He brings it close to my mouth and says, "Suck. "

The willfulness to go through with his command trickles through me, and I part my lips, letting him slide his fingers through before I suck on them.

"That's my good girl. " He praises before slipping his fingers out of my mouth with a smile on his face, and my lips remain parted. My good girl?

"You should get back to your searches. I'll see you around, Carson. " He skids his hand underneath my skirt to fix my panties, then he turns around and my eyes follow him till he disappears out of sight.

I snap out of my daze and yank at my skirt, looking around me to make sure no one is around this section before I move from the spot with Emerson's words ringing in my ears.

~

"Okay, I'm all prepared for everything you have to say. " Aliya says as she walks me to her bed and we settle on the mattress.

"So I might or might not have something going on with Emerson. " I tell Aliya, not meeting her eyes because I know a smirk rests on her face at the moment.

"Might or might not? Bitch, make it clear. " She hisses and I roll my eyes before I do exactly what I didn't want to, and meet her gaze. True to my earlier words, there's a tiny smirk on her face.

"We might or might not be fucking. " I watch as my best friend passes through three different emotions at once. First, there's shock written all over her face; then there's amusement clear in her eyes, and there's finally annoyance. One that creeps into her voice as she says, "You fucking took to my advice of fucking him and you didn't think to fúcking tell me?"

"It was meant to remain a secret. " I give a raise of my shoulder and Aliya's frown deepens. " A secret? Since when do you keep things from me?"

"Not like that, " I assure her as I attempt to snuggle closer to her side, but she raises a hand, motioning for me to remain in my spot. "We agreed to keep it a secret between the two of us. It was a deal, babe. "

"That shouldn't include me, bitch. That's the whole concept of the best friends thing; you don't keep secrets from them. " She explains and I hum. "I know. "

"You wouldn't have told me if you didn't lose it back in class, would you?" She narrows her eyes at me, and I gnaw at my lips, knowing my response is one that she wouldn't like too much.

"Evie. " Aliya drawls when I take too long to answer and I heave a sigh before I nod. "I wouldn't have. "

"I can't fucking believe you!" She snaps and I throw her a smile as I say, "You can't be mad at me. I know you can't. "

"I am!" She counters. "But that won't stop me from asking more questions. How was it? When was the first time? Was he good? How many times have you fucked? Is he your permanent hook up now? Wait, if you're fucking Emerson, then what do you want with Dan? Bitch, you better start explaining. "

"Slow down. " I let out a chuckle, gesturing with my hands for her to take a breath before I start to speak. "It was our last night at the club back home. We were arguing like always, and it somehow turned to me sitting on his dick in his car. We didn't speak about it until we found out we're housemates, and now we're just fucking and I'm not telling you how he did, so don't ask me about that. " I raise a warning finger at her.

"So you guys are friends now? No death glares?" Friends will be a strong word, because we still annoy each other just as much as we've always done, but a friend would be an understatement for the way we confide in each other. I have no term to describe my relationship with Emerson Ford, other than there's a bond between us.

"We aren't exactly friends. " I tell her and she furrows her brows, "So you're having hate sex?"