Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
In his room, or at Crimson, or any of it.
We both just came really fucking hard, and now I feel like there’s nowhere to put the restless energy that’s still somehow there inside me.
Why didn’t it go away?
I stand up and stride across the room.
I grab my pants and pick them up, turning back to look at Noah on the bed.
I nod at him. “Was fun. When you wake up hard again in the middle of the night, think of me.”
I take my pile of clothes and reach for the doorknob, swinging open the door to the hallway before he can respond.
“Wait. Bro, at least put your fucking clothes on before you walk out there—”
I furrow my brow at him. “Never been ashamed of my body. I’m not going to start now.”
His eyes flare wide. “We’re in Onyx House, asshole. Anyone could have been out there.”
I shrug, taking one step out into the hall. “I’m not changing who I am just because I’m here for the summer. And you don’t suddenly have a say in that now just because I still have your cum in my throat. Okay?”
He furrows his brow. “And what exactly would you say if someone saw you naked, walking out of my room?”
“I don’t know, Noah. Guess I’d tell them it’s just hashtag stepbrother things that they wouldn’t understand.”
“For fuck’s sake, Torin.”
I take one more look at Noah’s naked, flushed body with his hand draped just above his cock, looking like he’s a painting.
And then I close the door.
There’s nobody in the goddamn hallway, anyway.
Noah’s just doing the thing he always does, where he’s uptight only when it comes to me.
I head to my room, shut the door, and I’m out like a light within two minutes of my head hitting the pillow.
9
Noah
I squint into the morning sunlight as I cross the quad.
It’s a perfect summer morning, and there are literally dewdrops on the fucking blades of grass as I cut through the path toward the Humanities building for my Ancient Civ class.
I made a salted caramel cappuccino to take with me before I left the house, and I got the foam just right this time. The espresso is a new batch that’s delicious, and the caffeine is hitting just in time for my class.
But everything feels wrong.
Like I’m two steps away from walking over a landmine at all times.
It’s a similar feeling that I got last week behind the loading dock, and even though I’ve been fine all week, the gnawing feeling in my chest just keeps worsening.
I keep feeling like I’m being watched.
Roman has insisted he’s taking care of things all week, but I still can’t walk by Colossus Dining Hall without glancing toward the back lot.
I’m starting to see things, too.
A black SUV came around the upper curve of Red Row earlier this morning and I started to freak the fuck out internally, almost turning around and going back to the house. But when it drove by, it was just a couple of girls from Luros House taking an Uber back from a coffee shop.
And now, as I’m on the sidewalk approaching the Humanities building, there’s been another black car trailing behind me on the little road that cuts through the south end of campus.
I swear it’s following me.
Every time I look back, I can’t see through the tinted windows.
But it’s driving so slow, under the speed limit, and I can’t shake the idea that there's something wrong about it.
As sunlight pours through the leafy canopy of the quad, I’m waiting for it to make me feel normal again.
I approach the tall building and slip my phone out of my pocket as I’m walking.
There’s a message.
And the moment I see that it’s not from Stepbrother Psychotic a little jolt in my blood fizzles away.
Why the fuck would Torin text me, anyway?
And why would I expect him to?
But when I open the text, a different sort of cold fear shoots through me.
Unknown Number: Noah Cedric Vancliff, we have unfinished business.
My chest clenches.
My full name.
Including my middle name that almost no one knows.
Who the fuck is this?
The image of the man from the loading dock flashes through my mind, and suddenly, I hear a roaring engine behind me.
The black car suddenly guns it down the rest of the road, makes a sharp left at the light, and speeds off down toward the campus exit, disappearing.
Shit.
I freeze on the sidewalk.
My heart is pounding.
My hand shakes as I navigate to Roman in my phone contacts and give him a call.
“Noah,” he answers.
“Roman. There was a black car following me,” I tell him.
“Fuck. The same black car as the other night?”
“No. Different. Smaller, but it was a Benz. It was on the south road, just below the quad.”
“I’m going to drive down there now. Are you safe?”
“I’m fine. I think, at least. I’m about to go to my Ancient Civ class.”