Emma's Pov

I stared at him long and hard as what he said replayed in my head. I wondered what he meant by that until a slow smirk played on his cheeks.

Right.

There, Lucas, always a tease.

Well, aside from the fact that Lucas was the golden boy, the notorious player known for only a new girl every night to warm his bed and the next in line for the Alpha position, he was also my brother's best friend who wastes no time in teasing me.

“Please Lucas, I don't have time for no banter,” I said, totally ignoring him, returning back to my alcohol, aiming to make yet another drink.

Lucas grabbed it from my hands, saying, “You've had enough, already.”

What? Is he playing the big brother's best friend now?

I glared at him but remained silent. I definitely was not going to give him the audience he seems to crave. He's a total jerk.

“Here.” He handed me a wipe. “Your makeup looks smeared.” I took it and wiped off my face.

“See… you look more beautiful without the make up on,” he said immediately after I finished wiping off my tear filled face.

I was taken aback. Lucas always teases me but not the kind type of tease. It was the kind of tease that always left a sting behind.

What's his deal?

“You should know, I'm not like all your flings that those lines can work on,” I said matter of factly.

He snorted and said, “Seems to me like you'd like to be one of them.”

Arching my brow, I glared at him from his toe to his head but the moment our gaze met again, I felt it.

I felt that strange connection that I had always felt around him, the one I was certain he felt too but had done nothing about it.

“You wish,” I said, tearing my gaze away from him in an attempt to hide the heat that was creeping up my cheeks.

“You're right, I wish,” he muttered. I heard it but kept quiet.

I turned my gaze back at him and saw the seriousness in his face. “What?”

“Come on, Em, you can't deny that you don't feel it too. So yeah, I wish you were mine.” He tucked some misplaced strands of my hair behind my ears calmly.

I looked around instantly to be sure there was no one recording us. This could be a sick joke, a prank like the one he played on me when I was twelve.

But there was no camera in sight.

Was he serious? Was he flirting with me?

What are the odds that the most loved and envied hockey captain of Ace Hockey team, the same team that Alec had always fantasised about being in and the Alpha of the pack who still turns out to be my brother's best friend would be flirting with me on my birthday after I had caught my boyfriend cheating on me.

Waw… What a night.

But then, I remembered who was sitting beside me. The notable player of the school.

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Yeah right, I'd be damned if I end up on your list of one night stands. I wonder what those girls see in you anyways.”

One thing Lucas was known for was one night stands.

It all started when Quincy, who just stole my boyfriend, ended their relationship suddenly. Since then, Lucas has been known for one girl, one night. He never repeats them and never catches feelings.

“Why wonder when I can just show you. My room tonight and you'll always come back, begging for me,” he said with a flirtatious smile.

Physically, my brow furrowed in disgust. But within me, I felt those words, it had an effect on me, the kind that I didn't like, the kind that left dirty thoughts in my mind.

“Come on, I'll escort you to your dorm,” he dropped after giving a hearty laugh on seeing my face.

“I'm not going back there,” I said and as always, Lucas understood my mood, and thankfully he didn't push it.

I wasn't ready to go back there. I didn't know if the party was still on and I sure wasn't ready to face my friends whom I had hid my secret relationship from.

“I can't leave you here, Em,” he said, referring to all the men in the bar. “Alright, let's go to mine.” I gave him a suspicious look and he added, “I promise, I won't do anything… except you want me to.”

I rolled my eyes at him but followed him to his dorm.

On arriving at his suite, he offered me one of his t-shirts, asking me to freshen up which I did, put on the shirt that literally swallowed me and went to bed.

He took his extra duvet and made to sleep on the floor but I stopped him with my statement; “What are you doing?”

“Isn't it obvious?”

“You should sleep on the bed. It's your suite after all. I'll sleep on this end and you on the other end,” I said pointing at the other end of the bed. It was a king size bed and I was sure it'll be enough for us.

I didn't want to inconvenience him in his own suite. If my brother, Max was around, I would have gone to his dorm instead.

I wonder how he'd feel if he found out that I slept here. He was Lucas’ best friend but he was totally against his promiscuity, always advising me to stay away from guys like Lucas.

After some back and forth, he agreed as I insisted and then we both laid on the bed, backing each other.

My mind instantly drifted to Alec and Quincy. The look on Alec's face when he rode her. The moans that escaped Quincy's lips indicating ecstasy. The heartbreak, the betrayal. The deceit.

I didn't know I was crying, whimpering until I felt Lucas’ cuddle. He stroked my hair as he whispered sweet nothings into my ears. I turned and hugged him, wailing.

“Thank you,” I said after I was done crying to my heart's content.

Our gaze locked and for a minute it felt like everything froze, like it was just he and I in the world. And that connection, that spark, it resurfaced, intensified.

Slowly, I found myself leaning in as he was doing the same. Our faces were inches away, his hot breath fanning me.

What was this feeling? Why was I drawn to him? Is he going to really kiss me?

As if to answer my question, Lucas planted a soft kiss on my lips.

“Is this okay?” He asked. I stared at his pink plumpy lips and it was inviting. My mind was telling me to say no but my body was craving this… comfort.

I nodded my head and it was like I had given him the go ahead to claim me because he did. Lucas grabbed my lips with his in a hungry kiss.

He cocked his head to the right to gain access and bit my lower lip, making me gasp. He grabbed my tongue and sucked it. Then went back to my lips slowly now, kissing me.

His hand found its way to my breast and he grabbed it through the shirt. He played with my already hard nipple and that did something to my virgina, making me feel wet.

Stopping to catch a breath, he looked at me but my gaze fell on the bulge on his ash joggers. I gasped on seeing how huge it looked and he smirked.

“You can touch it if you want, Em,” he said amidst a small playful smile and I blushed, reaching for it. I slowly grabbed his dick and stroked it, making him groan. “Fuck. Em, I want you,” he said in my ears, nibbling on it.

I smiled, certain that I wanted him too.

“Say it, Em. Say you want me,” he whispered seductively, making my throat dry and my pussy juicier.

“I want you, Lucas,” I said, craving some friction.

He smiled and knelt down on the mattress, slowly removing my panties.

“Good girl,” he said, smiling, “So fucking wet.”

He bent down, and pecked my virgina, then he kissed it like he was kissing my lips, releasing soft groans. He leaked my pussy lips and soon started sucking my clitoris. I was in another zone when he went faster; kissing, sucking, biting and soon… I was a moaning mess.

I was literally begging him now to enter me but instead, he aligned his finger to my honeypot. “Don't worry. I know you're a virgin. I'll be delicate with you,” he said and I nodded, biting my bottom lips.

His fingers moved slowly inside me at first and then, he went faster… and faster… I felt like I was going to cum but he stopped abruptly, standing upright.

Removing his joggers, he revealed his full length and my mouth hung open. He was huge and I wondered how enjoyable he would feel.

Lucas gently placed his cap into my virgina and in no time, he was thrusting in, slowly at first and then harder. We went on for hours until finally, we both climaxed, drifting off to sleep.

When the next morning came, I woke up to him staring at me dreamily.

I shot up, seeing that it was slowly getting bright and I needed to get out of here before my friends wake up or worse, before Max finds me here.

So I wore back my dress, ignoring his stares that were following my every move which seemed somewhat possessive.

“See you around, Lucas,” I said and left him in what looked like… daze?