I'll Believe It When I See It

DMITRY POV"Shouldn't you be at home, golden boy?" Caspian said lips curved up in a smirk ,I could tell he was rage baiting me.I don't take the bait on the golden boy thing. Not tonight. "Babysitting duty," I mutter, nodding toward the dance floor where Rafael and Enzo have become completely indistinguishable from each other. "Roommate needed to get his dick wet."For the first time since he planted himself next to me, I feel Caspian's eyes move to my face. Reading me. That particular focused attention he has that I've never been able to decide if I find more annoying or unsettling."What?" I say, turning to meet his gaze."Nothing." He looks back at the crowd. "Just you. Judging the people you call your friends.""I'm not judging him.""Sure you aren't.""I'm not," I say, and it's mostly true. I'm not judging Rafael for wanting to hook up. I'm judging his selection. There's a difference.Caspian's expression makes it clear he finds this distinction unconvincing."Save the bullshit,"

CHAPTER 12

DMITRY POV"What're you do—"The sudden shove he gives me after the door falls closed behind us sends me stumbling backward blindly. My heart damn near leaps out of my chest while I try to stabilize myself in the dark, nameless room. Which becomes infinitely harder to do when the light is flicked on, blinding me altogether while I grab on to the edge of something.A sink.Bathroom. We're in the fucking bathroom.Fantastic."What the hell, Beckett?" I snap, blinking to help my eyes adjust. When I look over toward the door, I'm even more irritated to find him leaning against it with a smug smile on his face. He says nothing, just keeps on fucking grinning. Like he's enjoying this.But that can't be right, because Caspian doesn't enjoy anything unless it involves a fist fight, puck bunnies, or his stupid fucking motorcycle.None of those things are involved while he's locked in a bathroom with me.Unless...This isn't about to turn into a bathroom brawl, is it?His brow quirks slightly, h

Chapter 13

DMITRY POVMy fingers latch on to his shoulder, and I attempt to push him down. "My dick, not my throat, Beckett. It's time to put your money where your mouth is."His nostrils flare slightly in challenge as two rows of white teeth come out in a hellish grin. Then he drops to his knees on the tile floor and leans forward, not a flinch or pause in sight as his tongue flicks out against the blunt head of my cock, giving him his first taste of me.But instead of easing into it, he goes all Caspian on me and dives in without a second thought of what he's doing or the repercussions of his actions. And for once, I'm not at all upset about it."Holy shit," I groan, counting backward from ten to keep my shit together. It works, but only just, because he's using the perfect amount of pressure and technique to have me primed and ready to explode in less than a minute flat.Which begs the question, has he done this before?For whatever reason, the thought doesn't sit right with me.I'm not able

Chapter 14

DMITRY POVThere are exactly three things I know for certain right now.One: Caspian Beckett just blew my mind in a frat house bathroom.Two: I let him.Three: I am absolutely, completely, irreversibly screwed.I stand with my back against the vanity, pants still undone, the air thick and stale around me, and I cannot move. Some part of my brain is still catching up to what just happened. The rest of it is stuck on one humiliating truth I cannot talk my way out of.It was the best orgasm of my life.Not good. Not great. The best. The kind that hollows you out and leaves you blinking at the ceiling wondering where your name went for a solid forty-five seconds. And the worst part? The genuinely catastrophic part?It was *him.*Caspian. My rival. The one person at Silvercrest University I have spent three years perfecting the art of hating. The guy who gets under my skin faster than anyone I have ever met, who looks at me like I am a problem he is bored of solving, who said *I'll believe

Chapter 15

CASPIAN POVThere are days I really wish I was less of a manwhore.It's not often, seeing as the benefits far outweigh the drawbacks when everyone involved is on the same page.But today?As I'm shoving my way out the door of the frat house?Well, let's just say I wish I would've mastered the art of self-control. And willpower.My only saving grace in this whole scenario is that I bolted before Dmitry had a chance to: A, make himself presentable again. And B, follow me. Not that I think he'd follow me, necessarily. From the way he stared at me somewhere between pure bliss and abject horror when I told him he could get a repeat if he played well tomorrow, I don't think following me would've been high on his list of things to do.Unless it were to kick my ass for the stunt I just pulled. Either way, I wasn't about to stick around and find out once his orgasm high wore off.Fuck, what the hell was I thinking?I wasn't. That's the problem.My brain was all over the goddamn place. The shit

Chapter 16

CASPIAN POVI come harder than I have in my entire fucking life.I come with the taste of him still on my lips.Not allowing myself to linger in a blissful, post-orgasmic state, I make a move to clean up the remnants of my release still coating my hand and stomach, all the while a low, churning feeling settles low in my stomach.One I recognize as frustration.Climbing back into bed, I yank the sheets over me and slam my head against my pillow with enough force, I'm able to feel something hard beneath it.My lucky puck.My superstition.I shift, shoving my arm beneath my pillow until I find it. My fingers travel along the cool, smooth rubber disk, allowing the texture to calm the countless overwhelming emotions ebbing and flowing through me.Taking a deep breath, I fiddle with it more until my racing heart subsides into slow, steady beats. And it works. Soon enough, I'm relaxed again. As much as I can be, focusing on the things I know and have control over rather than all the unanswer