Hazel’s eyes open again. “How do you even know that?”
“Wright messaged me, she thought you might be a little shaken.”
“You gave Wright your number?”
I put my hands on her hips and flip her onto her back so she’s looking up at me. “The question is, why didn’tyoutell me?”
Hazel’s bangs flutter over her eyes as she sighs. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It was a big enough deal that he was arrested.”
“That was because he punched a cop.”
I shake my head. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“This guy tried to offer you up to be raped and then tonight he threatened to fuck you. You don’t need to brush it off like it’s nothing. It’s not nothing.”
Hazel’s lips tremble and her gaze drops to my chest. “Wright really told you everything, huh?” Her throat bobs and the desire to rake my teeth down the smooth skin there heats inside of me.
She looks back up, shadows in her eyes. “He pulled me against him and I could—” she breaks off then tries again. “I could feel his erection pressing into me.”
I have to tense every muscle in my body to stop from reacting. Anger threatens to blind me but as much as I want to go murder Dickweed, as Wright calls him, he’s in lock up and right now Hazel needs me, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. “How can I help?”
Hazel grimaces. “I should have never let him touch me. He was going to—” Her lips clamp down, her eyes widening as she finally processes the horror of what almost happened to her at college.
“Tell me what you need.”
She shakes her head and blinks back tears. “Honestly, I’m fine.”
I squeeze her hip. “Hazel.”
She hesitates, dragging her bottom lip between her teeth. “I don’t want to feel him anymore,” she whispers, her hands grazing my chest. “I want to feel you.”
I drag the sheets off her body and splay my hand over her stomach. “Here?”
She sucks in a breath and nods.
I slide my hand over her hip, my fingertips teasing her thigh. “What about here?”
She nods again, and my cock hardens as she swallows, my gaze dropping to the delicate column of her throat.
I trail my fingers over the crease of her thigh and cup my palm around her burning heat. “And here?”
Hazel whimpers, her breath rushing out as she arches into my touch. “Everywhere,” she begs. “I want you everywhere.”
I groan, her desire only building mine. I ease her T-shirt up and dip my head, dusting kisses over her smooth stomach and sucking on her nipples.
“Flynn,” she breathes, and the shadows still playing in her eyes make me burn with rage. I lift up and snag a fine line pen out of my backpack.
Hazel lifts her head off the pillow, looking down at me as I bite off the pen lid. “What are you doing?”
“Shh,” I say, pressing her back down with a hand between her breasts. She lies quietly beneath me as I draw the pen across her stomach, taking my time to outline the letters before filling them in. I think she likes the feeling because her breaths get choppier as I work and I can see the wetness glistening on her pussy.
When I’m finished I lift up, satisfaction humming through me as I admire the words inked on her lower abdomen.Property of Flynn Fletcher.
Hazel sucks in a gasp as she reads what I’ve written on her skin.
