FAKE DATING THE ALPHA BREAKER

chapter 4

LORI

I was-

SPLASH.

Strong arms grabbed me, and then I felt myself rising, dragged up fast through the water. My chest burned. My eyes rolled back. He lay me down on the pavement and opened my mouth, asking me to breathe. I coughed and gasped, choking, retching violently.

"Lori...Please breathe." I recognised Jason instantly as he leaned closer and pressed on my back, helping me spit out water.

Once I started to breathe well, he got up and whirled around, starting towards Mabel and Mara.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Give me that!" He roared, before snatching their phones and throwing them in the pool.

"HEY!" Mara screamed. "MY phone!"

Valkyrie tried to stop him. "Yo, chill out-"

"Don't f*****g touch me." Jason snapped, warning with a menacing, low growl.

Valkyrie paused. For the first time, I saw fear on his face. Jason turned back to me and scooped me up like I weighed nothing. My body hung limp in his arms. I was shaking so bad I couldn't speak.

He looked down. "You okay?" he asked gently.

I opened my mouth, my teeth chattering because of the cold. "N-no..." That was all I could manage.

So... Valkyrie would've let me drown.

Jason carried me all the way back to my dorm. He opened the door, and kicked it shut with his foot, before gently setting me down on a chair. "You're soaked," he said. "We gotta get these off. I can step out if you can do it yourself."

I grabbed his wrist. I could use every emotional support I could get at that moment. "Please... Don't go."

He nodded. "I'll have to get my shirt off, it's itching."

His shirt was soaked- completely plastered to his chest, the fabric darkened and heavy from the pool water. He peeled it off slowly, and I couldn't help it. The cotton clung stubbornly to his skin before giving way, revealing his torso inch by inch like it was something sacred. He was lean, sculpted- not like one of those overly bulky gym freaks- but defined and natural. His arms flexed slightly, muscles jiggling under his skin as he tossed the wet shirt aside.

He carried me into the bathroom and helped me pull my top over my head. His fingers moved carefully, so careful, it seemed like I might shatter into pieces if he touched me too hard. And the whole time, he never let his eyes linger on anything but my face. My skin was cold, wet, goosebumps rising everywhere. His hands found my pants next, then my bra and panties came off after that.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

I gave another nod. I couldn't talk. He slid my pants down, his hands barely brushing against my legs,sending sparks and tiny shivers through me. Then he turned on the shower, leaning in to test the water with his hand. "It's warm," he said softly. "Not too hot. I'll increase the temperature gradually."

That made me want to cry for some reason. I stepped in. My whole body began to shake violently, but he held me in place placing my head against his chest. Water splashed over us both, and soon, the cold started to disperse, albeit gradually. He picked up a bottle of shampoo and poured some into his hands before running his fingers through my hair, slowly and gently. His hands moved through the tangles. I leaned into him, my eyes closing without even meaning to. The feel of his fingers massaging my scalp was hypnotic.

He poured water to rinse it, his arm shielding my face so soap wouldn't get in my eyes. Then his hands moved down the side of my neck, over my shoulders, across my back, avoiding my private areas. I just stood there, letting him. Letting him wash every ugly piece of my day. The betrayals, the bruise, the lies.

Soon, I wasn't thinking anymore. I was just feeling.

Was it the trauma?

Was it him?

Was it the fact that he looked at me like I mattered?

Like I was something worth saving?

Or was it because of an entirely different reason? One I didn't want to think about.

It was a slow, rising heat that had nothing to do with the shower. My skin tingled everywhere his fingers passed. My heartbeat was picking up and it wasn't panic this time- it was something else entirely different. It was a yearning I wished to never stop experiencing. When he finished, he grabbed a towel to cover me but I stopped him. I grabbed his hand. "Don't."

He turned to look at me, his brows furrowing like he was trying to figure out what I meant.

So I took a step closer, following the command of my body, standing on my toes and kissing him. It wasn't perfect. It was wet and raw and probably way too desperate. But it was real.

He froze, and for a second, I thought he was going to pull away. But then...

He kissed me back. His lips pressed to mine like he'd been waiting. Like he didn't know how much he needed this until it was already happening. It was slow. Then hungry. Then too much and not enough all at once. But then, he suddenly stopped.

"Lori..." He breathed, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. "This is wrong."

His voice cracked. I could tell this was hard for him.

He continued. "You're heartbroken, you're sad. And this will make it look like I'm taking advantage of that."

I blinked. "I understand. But I'm not acting impulsively." My voice was shaking with need. The heat was already pooling between my legs. "I need this."

He still looked unsure.

So I reached up and touched his face. His sharp jaw and high cheekbones. I didn't even know if I was crying again or if it was just the shower, but my vision blurred and cleared all at once. He looked at me for a long second, then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. Our lips found each other again. He kissed me like he meant it. Like, hopefully, he wasn't going to stop this time.

I kissed him back harder, before my fingers moved to unbutton his jeans, the outline of his rock-hard member straining against it. I unfastened it. Slowly. Nervously. But he didn't stop me. He didn't say a word.

And when I pulled the fabric down, my jaw almost dropped. He was... big. Like really big. Nine inches big at least.

I didn't know whether to blush or pass out. He chuckled under his breath, having seen the awed look on my face, and picked me up again, carrying me out of the shower. Water dripped from the both of us, puddling across the floor as he walked into the bedroom. The air was colder now, but his body heat kept me warm. He laid me down gently on the bed, letting a slither of saliva dribble out of his mouth onto my throbbing folds. Gently parting my legs, he positioned himself and rubbed the tip of his c**k at my entrance, before easing his way in.