"Open the fucking door!"

My fist bangs on Lucas' door repeatedly. I've had it with his silence. An entire week without hearing a single word from him, without seeing him for even a second, and I've had it. I'm buzzing with impatience and anger. It's no wonder Zack mumbled a few choice words under his breath when I nearly broke their front door down and proceeded to leave the dorm entirely. Probably a smart move.

"Lucas!" I switch tactics to kicking. These legs do more than just dance. "I'll stand here all day if I have to! Open the door, asshole!"

What the hell did he think would happen, dropping a bomb on me like that and then going ghost? It's still so hard to wrap my head around. All this time I thought I was the stupid girl who wrongfully fell for her best friend, a best friend that she kissed only to be ignored by him the next day. A best friend that said he didn't give a fuck about me and told me to leave him alone. A best friend I needed when I was crying in the bathroom and some dick walked in and drunkenly touched me when I repeatedly told him to stop. Little did I know Lucas was going through his own horrors and ultimately trying to protect me.

He was right — we needed some time to think. But the only conclusion I've come to is that we've wasted enough years hating each other for no reason. I've wasted enough years without my best friend and I want him back. I've forgiven him but he needs to believe that and I need to know if he's truly forgiven me. A week is long enough to decide that as far as I'm concerned.

"Te estoy hablando!" I kick the door again. I'm about to go in for another when the door suddenly swings open. Lucas glowers down at me and he is not amused.

"Is there a reason you're trying to break down my door?"

"Is there a reason you won't fucking talk to me?"

"I told you. We need time apart."

"Time's up," I snap and forcefully shoulder my way inside his room. When I turn around to face him he's closing the door, his face serious. "Do you not forgive me or something? Because I'm sorry, Lucas. I should have been there for you and—"

"Stop apologizing," He cuts me off and his eyes fall shut. He leans back against his door with crossed arms. "I already feel like a dick. You didn't do anything wrong so shut up."

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop my smile. Even though we're okay now — at least I think — Lucas is still a full-fledged asshole. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Then what is it?" I push.

His eyes open again. Right now they look more green than they do blue. That often happens when Lucas is being intense and he's absolutely brooding.

"I'm going to hurt you," The words are spoken quietly, carefully. They're a warning but I think I might be all kinds of messed up because I take it as an invitation. Why is my body humming with excitement? Lucas' head falls back and he stares at me, jaw clenched. "I'm fucked up in so many ways. I'd rather not drag you down with me."

"That's not your decision to make," I take a step closer. "And you're not as bad as you say you are. Stop trying to scare me because it won't work."

He straightens up and pushes off the door. The steps he takes toward me are slow and deliberate. I stay right where I am and tip my head back to look at him when he stops in front of me.

"Yeah?" He murmurs. "I thought we talked about bad ideas. Not being scared of me is one of them."

I raise a brow right back. "I'll take my chances."

He leans down, his mouth only inches away from mine. It feels like forever since we kissed and I'm hit with an enormous urge to do it again. "You're not thinking straight, Livvy. You don't want me."

"You think?" I shake my head at him. I've had enough.

Without breaking our stare, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head before letting it fall to the floor. My jeans go next and when they pool around my ankles, I step out of them and kick them away. When I reach up to take my hair out of my ponytail and let it fall around me, Lucas makes a sound in the back of his throat. I don't know what it means but it was deep and throaty and sounded damn near hungry. His eyes fall to my body and he openly stares, the greenish-blue hues tracing every dip and swell on me. A muscle visibly pulses along his cheek and it looks like it's taking all of his effort to bring his eyes back up to mine. They darken considerably at whatever look is on my face.

"Believe me," I start and take a step closer. "I want you."

"Olivia," My name pushes past his lips like he's in pain. I think I like that.

"Do you want me?" I whisper. My hands find their way under his shirt until I meet skin. I run my fingers along his bare torso and he sucks in an audible breath, eyes blazing. "Or would you rather someone else have me? Fuck me? Put their hands on me until I'm screaming their name instead of yours. Is that what you want?"

Like a switch the tenderness in his gaze is gone and replaced with an unforgiving anger. My lips kick up in barely contained excitement. Riling him up is like foreplay to me.

"Watch it," He warns but I take no heed. Sometimes I play dirty.

"What will you do, Lucas?" My hands skim back down until I'm gripping the hem of his jeans. My fingers slide into his boxers and graze the hot skin there just barely. "If you don't fuck me, someone else will. You know that, right?"

His chest heaves harder, eyes downcast and watching the way my hands slide dangerously close to his cock.

"I'll wish it was you," I taunt and he lifts his gaze. I can see his patience snapping away as he glares at me. "Just like every night I wish that it's your hands when I touch mys—"

He grabs the back of my neck to yank me towards him as his lips slam against mine.

Yes.

I don't even hesitate parting my mouth for him and he slips his tongue inside with one hot stroke. My arms go around his neck just as his hands slide down my back, gripping my ass to lift me up. My ankles lock at his back and I hold on, feeling him move while his tongue battles with mine. My back digs into a cool wall when Lucas crushes his body against mine and a moan escapes me at the sensation of his hardness pressing into my softness perfectly. I'm greedy for him, my hands impatiently clawing at his shirt in an attempt to pull it off. Once it's gone I go for his belt next and yank it out of his jeans. The material of his jeans no longer rubs at my centre and I can only assume they're gone. I lift my hips up and down against his length, growing excited at how hard and big he feels even through his boxers, and he groans in response.

"Lucas," His name is nothing more than a desperate plea spoken against his mouth.

"That's right," He pulls away to stare at me, his hands squeezing my ass so hard it's almost painful. "It's me doing this. Not anyone else. Don't ever fucking go there again, Olivia."

"I won't go anywhere if you don't let go," I whisper.

His eyes flash again and then his mouth is back on mine. We kiss like we're punishing each other and maybe we are. It's aggressive and full of pain but it feels like healing. It feels like redemption.

His grip on my thighs tighten and then we're off the wall as he lowers me to his bed. I lie back and he climbs over me, his knee nudging my legs apart. I spread them wide and he settles between them, thrusting through our clothing. Getting us ready. There's really no need because we're both already there. There's no need at all to be drawing this out but he does. He's enjoying himself and I can't help but smile against his lips when I'm struck with the realization.

"What's so funny?" He murmurs, nipping at my lower lip. He catches it between his teeth and sucks before drawing it out.

I shrug. "This. Us. It's actually happening."

"Why is that a surprise?" His hands glide up my body until he's cupping my breasts and then he pushes them together, groaning at the sight. "Always told you that you'd be mine one day."

"Is that what I am?" I pant. My head falls back against the bed when Lucas yanks my bra down and his mouth latches onto one nipple. He sucks the bud so hard that my back lifts and arches in response. I thread my fingers through his hair to keep him in place. "Yours?"

"Mine," He confirms in a gravelly voice. He kisses his way down my body, his fingers pulling my panties down. He places a hot kiss along my wet slit and another moan tears out of me. "So fucking mine."

He yanks my panties down my legs so fast the material burns my bare skin. I don't have time to dwell on it because I suddenly feel his tongue enter me and I cry out, my legs locking around his neck and fingers clutching his hair harder. It feels even better than the last time. The last time we were operating on pure lust and hate. This time there's so much more behind the act and it's driving me insane knowing how badly he wants me.

"Luc," I groan when his tongue swipes along my centre. He catches my clit between his teeth in a gentle bite and a shudder wracks through me. My thighs spread wider, wanting more, and I feel him chuckle against me.

"You're a dirty girl, Livvy," He tsks and then two of his fingers plunge into me at once. My body immediately accepts him and I clench around his fingers. "Fuck, you're soaked for me."

"Yes," I cry. My hips lift up to meet his fingers every time they enter me. "I need more."

Suddenly I'm flipped onto my stomach and I blink, trying to make sense of what just happened. I feel Lucas grab me by the hips and lift them, one hand pressing into the small of my back so that I'm completely arched. His hands move to the front of my body and he captures my breasts, squeezing them and rolling my nipples between his fingers with no amount of gentleness. My face digs into the mattress to muffle my groans because it's too much.

"You want my cock?" He whispers in my ear. Without warning, I feel the bare silk of his length rub along my sex and I gasp at the unexpected contact. He thrusts our centres together, teasing me. "Beg me."

An incredulous burst of air comes out of my mouth. "What?"

"Beg me," He repeats. He rubs the head of his cock on my clit in lazy circles and my jaw clenches to restrain my responsive moan. He's driving me insane and he knows it. When I don't answer, he bites down on my ear. "You're not getting a cute fuck out of me, Olivia. Don't forget who I am just because I'm soft for you."

What is he doing to me? I turn my head and our lips connect. His tongue swipes along my mouth and I open for him, sighing when his tongue tangles with mine. His hands lazily skim all over my body like he's enjoying touching me. He grabs my throat in one hand, cups my pussy with the other. For all the pleasure he's giving me, it makes me want to give it back.

I turn my body underneath his so I'm on my back again. I grab the hand that was just inside of me and raise it to my mouth, sucking his fingers. He watches me with a heated gaze, his chest heaving in approval. I moan low in the back of my throat and his eyes become wild and undone. I'm teasing him just as bad. I release his fingers with a pop and go up on my elbows, speaking against his lips. "Please, Luc."

"Not good enough," He fires back. He grips my jaw, thumb swiping my lip. "I know you can do better than that."

I think I'm enjoying this more than him. My teeth catch his thumb and I graze the skin softly with my teeth. His eyes hold mine. "Please fuck me, Lucas. I need you inside of me. Please."

A growls tears out of him and the last of his restraint snaps. There's no more games. We're done with the games.

He grabs the back of my neck and kisses me hard and quick before releasing me. I fall back against the bed as he goes to his drawer to retrieve a condom. He has it on in seconds and then his eyes land on me and the way I'm spread out for him. He fists his cock in his hands, walking over to me, and I finally get a good look. Holy hell. He has every right to be conceited about that. I lick my lips in anticipation.

"This is happening," He warns. His hands skim my thighs eagerly, eyed focused on a very particular part of me. "This is so, fucking happening, Olivia. You get that, right?"

"I know," I whisper. Because once he's inside of me it changes everything. "There's no going back."

His eyes lift. "Wasn't planning to."

We both groan when he finally thrusts into me.

For all the time spent wondering what it would feel like to have him inside of me, it's a shame that my imagination couldn't even come close. He's filling more than just my body — he's filling my soul. It's an unbelievable sensation and I'm thinking he's feeling what I am because his body stills above mine and his eyes pinch shut. His hands fist into the sheets on either side of my head, breaths bursting out of him and fanning my face.

"Are you okay?" I ask and my voice shakes. Hell, my entire body shakes.

"No," He grits out. When he opens his eyes again he looks mad. I'm about to ask him why but then he explains himself. "Trying to make my peace with the fact that you just ruined me for everyone else."

I smile despite myself. My hands find their way to his back and I dig my fingers into his skin possessively. "Then you better do it quick because there won't be anyone else."

"There never was, firecracker." It sounds like a promise and my grin widens.

All traces of humour are gone when he thrusts into me again. He fills me to the hilt, big as he is, and my back arches in a silent plea for more. He doesn't disappoint. His thrusts become harder and faster and soon the bed is shaking beneath us. He takes one of my legs to throw over his shoulder and settles his knee on the mattress, picking up his pace. My eyes roll to the back of my head as this angle fills me better than before and now I can't even tell where he ends. He's everywhere and it's so overwhelming that I already feel my abdomen tighten with an impending orgasm.

"Oh my God," I cry out. My arms reach above to grab the headboard and I clutch it tight as Lucas rocks me. "Yes."

"Fuck," He grunts. He throws my other leg over his shoulder and locks my ankles at the back of his neck. His body lowers and my knees draw closer to my shoulders, opening me up as far as I can go. We both feel how deep he is now and groan simultaneously. "So fucking tight and wet for for me. Perfect."

My walls clench at his words and he curses under his breath, grabbing my hands on the headboard. He brings them down to the pillow my head is on and links his fingers with mine to pin them down. His mouth descends to lock with mine and I reciprocate instantly, kissing his full lips with wet strokes of my tongue. A throaty noise grumbles out of him and he tilts his head, making the kiss even deeper. All the while he pounds into me with harsh and unforgiving thrusts that my body happily takes, loving the roughness. He said it wasn't going to be a cute fuck and he was right. He once told me he'd fuck me dirty until I begged for more and damn if that's not what this is.

He yanks his mouth from mine and attacks my neck next, sucking and biting on the skin in a downward path. He doesn't stop until his lips wrap around my nipple and he sucks, his tongue flicking the bud. I want to touch him back but he holds my hands hostage and is clearly enjoying the control he has. Instead I bring my legs down to wrap around his torso and pull up, urging him on. He bites down on my nipple and evokes another cry from me. I feel his wolfish grin form on my skin and he soothes my stinging flesh with the flat of his tongue.

"Lucas," I plead. "I'm right there."

He nods. "I'm waiting."

Cocky asshole. But he has every right to be because he works me like my body was made for him. And I think it was. I really think it was.

He reaches between us and rubs my clit in circles with his thumb and it's the push I was craving. A shudder wracks through my body as I clench around him rapidly, a tingling sensation bursting through me. My mouth falls open with a scream that would embarrass me if my orgasm didn't feel so mind-numbingly insane. I grip him desperately, feeling like I'm floating away. He buries his face in my neck and then his body jerks into me as he comes too. We hold each other as we tremble with the pleasure we've given each other. It feels like minutes before the sparks subside and the intensity is replaced with a sudden stillness instead. Lucas' weight drops on top of me and I take it, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and putting my cheek to his.

"I don't do this," He mumbles into my neck after a long minute.

"Do what?"

"This. Cuddling and shit."

"Sorry," My grip loosens but his only tightens in return, stopping my breath.

"Shut up," He leaves it at that. He doesn't pull away either.

More minutes of silence pass by but it's the comfortable kind. I'm drowsy and sated and completely out of energy. I've melted into his touch and just about fall asleep when he suddenly sits up, pulling out of me. I blink fast, my previously blurry vision focusing on him when he goes inside the bathroom. I pull the covers up to my chin and wait. And wait some more. He doesn't come out and the nagging feeling in my gut is the only reason I wrap the sheets around me and get up.

"Luc?" I knock on the door. No answer. I try the knob and find it unlocked so I tentatively twist it. I open the door and peek inside. "Lucas?"

I find him sitting on the edge of the bathtub in nothing but his boxers. He glances up at me then looks down again. I frown as I walk over to him and don't stop until I'm standing between his legs.

"Is everything okay?" I ask softly.

"Do you know what you're doing?" He returns. "I make a lot of mistakes, Olivia. I forgot how to be a good person. You're telling me you're willing to put up with that?"

My chest warms when I realize his insecurities are taking over at the thought of being with me. It's rare to see his vulnerable moments and I forgot how much they crack my heart. Oh, Lucas.

"There's only one reason I'm here and it's because I chose you, Lucas. More importantly I know you. I know every flaw and broken piece of you and I choose them too."

He finally looks up at me, face serious. He gestures to his lap. "Sit down."

I do. He pushes my hair out of my face, eyes locking with mine. "Understand that everything I did to hurt you was to hurt myself. That doesn't make it okay but it's the truth. Know that if I ever hurt you again, it won't be on purpose like before."

My breath catches at his words. It amazes me how he can be so tough and kind at the same time. I tilt my head. "Was that an apology?"

He nods intensely and I feel myself soften some more. How he fought his way back to my heart so quick is beyond me. I nod back in silent acceptance and his shoulders finally lose their tension. He nudges his chin at me to get up and I stand up again. Before I can so much as blink, he bends and his shoulder digs into my stomach before he lifts me fireman style. I shriek and grab the band of his boxers to steady myself. All I hear is his answering laughter as he carries me back to his bed, slapping my ass in reprimand.

Freaking devil.

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A/N

THESE TWO HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING SO FUCKING HOT. WOW.

ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH LUCAS OR WHAT? Because I so am. I swear he does the most basic kind thing and I go crazy because I know how significant that is. I told y'all he was worth the wait!

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