Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“They got their apple pie. They’re coming back over here, so can you quit—”
Hunter pulls his hand off of me in an instant, pressing his finger to my mouth to tell me to be quiet.
He slides his finger down a moment later, just a few moments before Wes and Ollie return again.
Wes is glaring at Hunter as he returns.
“The fuck are you in my spot for?” Wes asks.
“I saw a suspicious person walking by, and I’m not about to let our king Royal here get attacked again. If a dart ends up in anyone’s neck, it’s going to be mine. I’m his shield.”
Weston never buys Hunter’s bullshit, but he knows he’s going to stay planted right there. Wes sits across from us, next to Ollie, instead.
“Wes was telling me you guys have a group text thread for Onyx stuff,” Ollie tells me. “I need to get on that thing.”
“Of course,” I tell him. “Text me your number and I’ll add you.”
I tell Oliver my phone number, and I realize my mistake immediately when I see Hunter slip out his phone and jot my number down, too.
My phone buzzes in my pocket a moment later.
As Ollie and Wes dig into their apple pie, I take my phone out to see the message.
Unknown Number: It’s cute how much my brother hates it when I’m close to you. Should we show him how hard you are for me?
Rayne: Die, Knox.
Want you to stay hard. Want your cock to ache every time you hear my name.
Starting to think you just want *me.*
Expect me not to get my revenge? You kissed me first. You touched my cock first, too.
Do your worst.
You haven’t seen my worst yet. You’ll choke on my cock. You’ll take every drop of cum I have, every day. You made yourself mine when you kissed me that night, Royal.
I can barely keep the phone steady in my hand to send a message back.
His hand is on my thigh beneath the table again.
I’m hard.
I’m also guiltier than I’ve ever felt, seeing those words on my phone screen when Weston is right there across the table.
I swallow hard, and my throat is tight.
I finally manage to tap something out.
We can’t do this here.
Say you’ll take my cock.
No.
Hunter slides his palm a little higher beneath the table, resting on my cock.
Like he owns it.
Knowing I refuse to react.
Tonight.
It’s one word.
And it makes my cock throb under my pants, and Hunter’s palm is right there to feel it.
8
Hunter
I’m following Rayne.
He’s going to know it this time.
And I don’t fucking care, because I need something from him, and I’m going to get it.
“You guys can head back. I need to get a couple more hours in at the library,” Rayne says as the four of us leave the Kettle.
I already feel ravenous. I have since the moment I sat down across from him.
I want to destroy him, and I want to own him. I want all of it, like a hot shock through every vein in my body.
The night air has a slight chill, and I watch the breeze blow through a tuft of his hair.
Mine to pull.
He’s still one of the most infuriating people I’ve ever known, and for some reason that only makes me want to fuck his throat more.
“Sounds good,” Wes says, fist-bumping him. “See you at home.”
“You coming back with us, Hunter?” Ollie asks. “I think the guys are going to kick my ass in poker, if you want to join.”
“Can’t come back right now,” I tell him.
Have something to take care of.
Wes is glowering at me.
I’m sure Rayne is, too.
And both of them don’t realize how satisfying it feels to know that I’m so far under their skin that I practically control them, now.
“No problem. Good luck studying. See you later,” Ollie says before he walks off through the quad with Weston.
When I turn back to Rayne, he’s already taken off down one of the crisscrossed paths.
I follow after him in the night, and he knows I’m here.
He knows I’m still behind him as he ducks into the library, too.
The stacks feel even quieter than usual in the evenings, and I walk behind him until he heads toward a desk in one corner.
The tall row of books separates us from the rest of the library and by the time I reach the edge of his desk, I’ve undone the top of my pants and pulled down the zipper.
If my cock is deep enough in his throat, he won’t have enough air to moan and disrupt the quiet in the library.
We passed a few stray students on the other end of the room as we walked over, but there’s no one close by.
He ignores me completely, pulling out his textbook.
Rayne looks good all the time, especially after a long run or a shower, when his skin is glistening and his muscles are particularly pumped up… but he almost looks even better right now.