And thank fuck for that now.
I gave it no more thought before picking Greer up and hooking her arms around my neck. I was going to get her out here, no witnesses but Bryce and me. The fact of the matter was she was a loose end my grandfather definitely didn’t need to know about that.
“Greer? I need you to wake up for me, baby.” Where the “baby” came from I didn’t fucking know, my finger curled against her jaw. She moaned, but didn’t do anything more than that, and without thought, I cursed before holding her and wiping away any evidence she or I had been in the room. Obviously, the beer bottles were there, but for all the police would know, Bryce was just attempting to get piss ass drunk before killing himself.
At least that’s what Grandfather would most likely convince them of.
I’d be calling him as soon as I got Greer out of here, and after taking my scotch and the glass, I headed out the back way through the room. All our rooms led to balconies and then outside, something I took advantage of right away. The garages were out back there too, and after finding my ride, a dark Escalade, I shoved Greer inside.
She moaned again, lolling her little head, but gratefully didn’t wake up. I didn’t need her fighting me. I was trying to get her out of here. I strapped in, opened the garage, then zoomed the fuck out of there. I put the cabin in my rearview mirror as I headed off in the direction of campus. I didn’t know where I was going, but at the present, any place was better than where we were.
I ended up pulling into a motel lot only minutes later, and after jerking a hoodie out the back and slipping it on, I went to check in. I hadn’t gotten any blood on me until I picked up Greer so I had to at least hide that with the hoodie. The guy inside hadn’t asked too many questions, and after I got the room key, I went back to my Escalade. I drove Greer and me toward the back of the lot, the guy at the desk giving me a room far away as requested. We pulled up there, and I shut off my car.
“Greer?” Another touch to her cheek, a soft one to wake her up. Her white lashes fluttered, nothing more, and I knew waking her up wasn’t happening, at least not right now.
Shooting a curse, I hopped outside, coming around for her. I opened the door, and her tiny body basically fell out into my arms again. I might think about that more, the way she smelled like frickin’ candy, had I not been trying to get her out of public view.
Between her and the keys, I did manage to get the door open, another mumbled moan against the shell of my ear, as I got her into the room. A double queen, I let Greer lay on one. She curled up into herself, still fucking out of it and she was covered in so much blood it’d been ridiculous. She looked like she’d killed Bryce herself.
Since at the present we both appeared to be in the clear now, I took out my phone to call my grandpa. He’d need to do some damage control for me. I mean, I’d been into some fucked up shit but never had I had a dead body on my hands. That was even a new one for me.
My finger hovered over his name before a groan to my right darted my gaze in that that direction. Greer had her hand on her head, but the moment she looked at her fingers, she shook. Her mouth parted, a scream clearly on her lips, and I rushed over to her.
“Greer?”
A jump and she was scurrying across the bed, true and utter terror in her eyes like one of those final days she’d last seen me. It was literally the same look she’d given me after I’d killed Old Man Peabody’s dog, like she was scared of me.
She should be.
I’d had no regrets that day like I didn’t now; no, not for trying to get her out of my frat. She would have been worse off left behind, and at the mercy of my grandfather, worse like she would have been had that dog been allowed to live. I’d saved her from that like I did now.
But try convincing her of that.
“Knight? What the fuck?”
I edged closer, and she
moved back on the bed, another step and she was off it. She ran like a fucking prized pony out the gate, and though I had size, I had sped too. I grabbed her by her little wrist and jerked her back so hard she did scream.
Snapping a hand across her mouth, I gathered her up by her hips, the girl biting at me. She got a mouth full of my Court ring, my flesh next but I didn’t even flinch. I tossed her on the bed, and she scurried again, but this time, I’d been prepared. I lunged at her, pulling her immediately beneath me.
“What are you doing!”
My hand covered her mouth again, a muted scream behind. She jabbed at me with her knees, but using my weight, I pinned her down. She bit me again, and unexpected, I cursed this time, slamming her head against the pillow to stop fighting me.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled, and almost instantly, she froze beneath me, a harsh fear she should probably have. I outweighed her by a lot, and she wouldn’t leave this room unless I saw fit.
Trembling now, good. My priority was keeping her safe, and if I hurt her in the process, so be it. I honed in. “You’ll stay quiet. Silent, you hear me?”
She did, her nod incessant, but even still I gave her an incentive. My hand formed around her delicate throat, the jump beneath my hand.
“You scream and I squeeze,” I warned. “You understand?”
Again, a nod and another swallow. My thumb dragged along her throat, and she shivered, gripping my arms. She could probably scratch me this way but was smart enough not to.
Letting go of her mouth, I got one of her hands, letting her know not to try anything when I shifted more of my body weight on her. My cock surged between us, something I was sure she definitely felt. I couldn’t help it with all her delightful heat beneath me, that softness between her thighs.
I shifted a knee between them, brushing her mound, and she pulled in a breath. Her chin tipped up. “What are you doing?”