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So I settled for the locker room shower, bashed his fucking face in, and sent a message. Don't think about touching her, and what would I do if a man uttered the word dick and her name in the same sentence.
“I-I’m sorry,” Charles stammers. “I didn’t know how you felt about her, man.”
I grab a towel and dry off, heading to the locker room. “How do I feel, Charles?”
He walks behind me. “I don’t know…um…you like her…more than like her. Obviously, we are protective of her.”
I want to burst out laughing. He’s afraid to say that I want to fuck her and get his skull crushed. I think he knows that I would kill him and have him buried in the cemetery on campus.
Garret walks in and looks worriedly in my direction. He’s afraid of me these days. He thought Alaric and the Bedford twins, or even Reid, were psychotic. I’m in a whole different class of fucked up. He’s never seen me fuck someone up for a girl I haven’t stuck my dick in before. It’s new. To anyone, that doesn’t make sense. A sex addict who is protective over a girl he hasn’t fucked. A girl he doesn’t really know.
“Are you going to the frat party tonight?” Garret asks, changing the subject.
Charles, James, and Spencer look up with keen interest. They want pussy, and they know I’m the guy who could take them to the Promised Land.
“I’ll meet up with you guys there.”
Garret raises a brow. “I thought we would ride out together?”
“Ride with Charles. He has a blind spot on the side of his face.”
Spencer laughs, and the whole locker room joins in. The right side of Charles’s face turns red, and he looks funny.
After enjoying the most delicious lobster, Valen sent it with a note inside that read,
I want to feed you so you will never feel hungry. Fill you so you will never feel empty. I want to live inside you and hear you beg me for more.
V
I couldn’t resist when I opened the container. The smell was heaven. I was ravenous and shamelessly horny, thinking about what he wrote. The chef had created a menu and a form where I could list my favorite meals, allergies, and the types of food I disliked. I filled it out and handed it to the older lady who delivered the food.
Ariel raised his brows in surprise when he saw the name of the restaurant printed on the bag. He asked if I was seeing anyone in Kenyan. I said no, but he wasn’t convinced. He looked nervous but went back to work. I thought it strange but didn’t trust him enough to ask.
After my shift, I walk to my car. My phone dings with an incoming text.
Valen: Look to the right.
Awareness prickles my spine, knowing he is here. I look to my right, and there is a blacked-out SUV with pitch-black tinted windows parked near the brush of trees. My phone dings again.
Valen: Get in.
Melody: So you can kill me?
He thinks I’m a stupid freshman who is going to fall for his crap.
Valen: If I wanted you dead, you would be. Get in, Melody.
Fear curls in my stomach, but he’s right.
I hesitate.
I look at my car and then at the black SUV. He bought me dinner. He said creepy shit with a double meaning, but for the most part, he hasn’t been a total dick. He beat up a guy for saying I liked dick. It's a little over the top and a little red flag, but my brother said he would look out for me. I don’t think Adam would allow me to be around a guy who would kill me.
A tense click resonates from my throat as I swallow hard, my steps automatic as they draw me across the cool pavement toward the SUV. The night comes alive with the chorus of crickets, their song intensifying with each step I take. The hum of the engine and then the fan when it clicks on those sounds like a breathing dragon.
The back passenger door swings open, spilling a soft, inviting light across the darkened ground. Hesitantly, I peer into the cavernous luxury of the car's interior, the rich scent of leather and a familiar woodsy cologne enveloping me, pulling me into its embrace. I slide into the plush captain's chair, my movements hesitant, only to meet the steady gaze of hazel eyes that hold a patience I can't fathom.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Melody,” he assures, his voice a deliberate calm in the storm of my mounting anxiety.
