“Whatever my girl wants,” I pant, my hips bucking in the driver’s seat.
I wrap my hands into her wet, dark hair and slide my cock inside her hot, wet mouth and begin to fuck it. “Blake.” I moan, my hand picking up the pace as I imagine her pretty blue eyes crying while I fuck that pretty face.
My balls tighten, and my breath quickens seconds before I come in my hand. “Fuck!” I hiss, reaching up, I remove my shirt and use it to clean up my mess.
Looking up at her window, I see the light to her bathroom turn off, then the one to her bedroom.
Taking a deep breath, I lean my head against the headrest, trying to calm my racing heart.
“Soon, Blake. Soon.” I won’t have to use my hand or imagination.
I’ll have her mouth, pussy, and ass to use.
I will fucking own her.
JUNIOR YEAR
I exit the room and start walking down the hallway to my bedroom. Shoving the door open, I slam it shut to find Matt sitting on the side of my bed. “Get the fuck out.” I walk past him toward my adjoining bathroom.
He jumps to his feet. “What in the fuck did you tell Lincoln?”
Spinning around, I shove his chest. “I didn’t say shit!”
He stumbles back and then shakes his head, giving a rough laugh. “You should have my back.”
“And you should have known not to fucking touch her!” I shoot back.
“If you would have let me fuck her …”
“You mean rape her?” I correct him. “Fuck, Matt! What in the hell were you thinking?” Abstinence is part of our oath, until our senior year when we are granted a chosen. If I had told Lincoln that he was going to rape the woman, he’d for sure be stripped of his Lord title.
Matt runs his hands through his hair, letting out a frustrated breath. “I don’t know, man. Blakely and I have been fighting—”
I snort, interrupting him. “You’ve been fighting with your girlfriend, so you decide to disobey an order with the Lords? They’ll kick you out!”
“I’m fine!” He waves me off. “What did Lincoln have to say to you after I left?”
He only mentions Lincoln, which means he doesn’t know another man was brought in to speak to me. “I didn’t rat you out.” I avoid his question.
“Well, what did you fucking say?” Matt snaps.
“That’s none of your damn business.” I turn my back on him, ending this conversation.
He grabs my shirt and yanks me from the bathroom back into my bedroom. I swing, my body twisting, and my fist connects with his jaw. “Don’t fucking push me, Matt!” I growl, clenching and unclenching my hand, feeling it already starting to swell from the hit.
Rubbing his jaw, he steps up to me, chest to chest, and I bow mine, ready to knock his ass out when he speaks. “If I find out you fucked me over, I’ll end you, Ryat.”
I smile at that. “I’d like to see you try.”
With that, he spins and exits my room, slamming the bedroom door on his way out.
BLAKELY
IT’S A FRIDAY night, and I’m lying in my bed watching a horror movie on Netflix while scrolling through my social media page. Not seeing anything interesting, I close out the app and turn up the TV, thinking over my time here at Barrington University since classes started two weeks ago.
I haven’t run into dipshit anymore. But Matt’s been acting weird ever since I stormed into the library demanding answers. That he didn’t give me. He’s always bringing up Ryat. Every day, he asks me if I’ve seen or spoken to him. When I say no, he says okay, but I can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t believe me. And it’s starting to bother me. I’ve never cheated on him before, never even flirted with another guy, so the fact that it’s got him questioning my loyalty is pissing me off.
I’ve been the one begging him for sex, and he’s the one who turns me down. Always telling me that he promised my parents we’d wait for our wedding night. That’s bullshit. Who the hell waits these days? We’ve fooled around, but he always stops it before it goes too far, leaving my body begging for more.
“We’re going,” Sarah states, entering my bedroom and plopping down on the end of my bed.
“But …”
“No buts.” She shakes her head. “We’ve done nothing but stay in, and I didn’t leave Texas just to stay home all the fucking time. Plus, Matt is out of town.” She winks at me.
He went home for the weekend. I wanted to ask why he didn’t invite me, but I also didn’t want to see my parents, so I kept my mouth shut. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“You can let loose and have fun without him accusing you of wanting to fuck Ryat.” She’s overheard several of our arguments in the past couple of weeks. The walls in our apartment are too thin. Or maybe we just fight too loud.