Page 49 of Use Me Up

“Great,” I say. “Perfect. Should I change, or wear this?” I’m wearing jeans and t-shirt, and it’s not totally dinner-at-the-Wihlbilts. But maybe that’s good. Maybe I should be disrespectful and piss her mother off more.

“But Andrew’s going to be there, and you are going too far with him.”

I’ve barely had any contact with Andrew, but if Callie’s texts were any indication, he’s pretty upset. “Well, I’ll apologize,” I say. “I’ll tell him it’s not what he thinks, and I’ll tell your mother it’s not what she thinks, and this—with us—is happening.”

She lets out a flatly disgusted noise.

I shift on my feet. “Hey, I wouldn’t say that to you if I didn’t think it was true.”

“Yes, you would,” she mutters, and she pushes past me, leaving the kitchen/living room area of her apartment to go into her bedroom.

I stand out there alone, feeling like a piece of shit.

Eventually, I wander into her bedroom. The door to the bathroom is open. I think of being in there with her and putting makeup on her. I can’t help smiling, thinking about that. I go to the bathroom door. “Uh, you’re right. It’s very fucked-up for me to suggest coming along with you.”

She is rubbing cold cream on her face. “I have to take off all the makeup and start over. I swear, the powder settles into all my fine lines and I look ten years older than I am.”

“Why are you wearing powder, anyway?” I say, easing into the bathroom. I look at her makeup. “We should just do what we did for when we took the pictures on your bed, except add a little lip gloss and mascara. You have great skin. You don’t need to cover it up.”

“Great skin?” She points to the little cluster of pimples under her lower lip.

“Yeah, well, I wish we had green concealer.”

She laughs, looking up at me. “You’re…” She starts wiping the cold cream—and all her makeup—off her face. “Were you always like this?”

“Like what?” I’m sorting through the makeup now. I hold up an eyeshadow palette. “What do we think of this?”

“Like… the sexiest and muscliest man in the history of the universe who also does girly shit like makeup?”

“Ouch, I think,” I say, but I’m not offended. “I’m an omega. I’ve always been an omega.”

She drops the pad she used to wipe off all her makeup in the sink.

I crowd in, and I cup her face in my palms. “Okay, you going to let me do this?”

She grins up at me, helpless adoration all over her. “You should come to dinner.”

“No,” I say. “I won’t. But you come to me right after. Will you do that? And suck me and let me finish in your pussy? And then we sleep?” I’ve been thinking about her all day. I’ve been thinking about fucking her all day. Fucking her is so different than fucking anyone else I’ve ever fucked, and I think I could be getting a little hooked on it.

She sucks in an affected breath. “Oh, God, it’s fine, it’s fine. You come to dinner. I’ll help you destroy my brother. As long as you act like you want me, it’s fine.”

I lift the eyeshadow. “Close your eyes, Hannah.”

She does.

I start to apply it. “I do want you. You think I’m faking it?”

“You have to be.” Her eyes are closed. She looks so pretty and innocent.

I touch her bottom lip. I want to fuck her mouth. “I’m not.” My voice is guttural.

“I think you’re convincing yourself of it because otherwise you’d feel too guilty,” she says. “You’re not a monster. So, you’re telling yourself a lie that you believe. But you’d never want someone like me.”

I finish the eyeshadow. “How much time do we have until dinner?”

“Are you going to come along?” Her eyes are still closed.

“Go sit on the bed,” I say.