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One thing about Longhorns fans is that they love an evening game. Hell, we do, too. It's at least ten degrees cooler. Scarlett has forbidden me from hurting Blaze to the level of him being taken out of the game. So, that means I can kick his ass a little. We take the field, and the crowd goes wild. Jaxon does his thing where he jumps up and down and gets the crowd wound up. LSU doesn't stand a chance. We stretch and jog up and down our half of the field. Electricity sizzles through the air.

We win the coin toss, which means they will go first. Our defense shuts them down, and I smile inside my helmet because it's our time to shine—and Blaze's time to get body slammed into the ground. He stares at me, his concentration is impenetrable. That is until it's gone time. I smile at him, channeling my fury. I knock him on his ass with little effort. Two more times, it's the same scenario with the same outcome. However, on the last play of the game, I offer him my hand and help pick him up off the ground.

He takes it but mumbles, "Jealous motherfucker," under his breath as he walks past me toward his place on the sideline.

We win, 24-7, and my smile grows as I notice Blaze walking away with a slight limp.

Chapter 32

Friday the 13th

Everything Fearless 24/7

Fraternity Row is ready for all the Friday the 13th Festivities, not to mention it's our Party King's birthday! Long Live King Axel. The Fearless have been planning this for weeks. I wonder what they will be dressing up as. If Scarlett Q doesn't dress up as Little Red Riding Hood, I'm done. Axel did call himself the big bad wolf, after all. Minus Halloween, this is my favorite night of the year. Let all the evil begin. The fact that there is still a killer at large makes it all the more exciting. However, please be careful. Make good judgment calls, and never travel alone. Also, visit the campus police website to see their advisory outline for tonight. Stay safe, y'all! And go, Longhorns!

Scarlett

Axel walks into my room, and his mouth pops open. Jealous fury roars inside his caramel eyes. "Fuck, Scarlett. Change, or we're staying home."

I smile. "No."

He shuts the door and locks it behind him. Axel's chin is defiantly set. Placing my hand on my full hips, I glare over at him. "Axel, this is my first Friday the 13th party, and I'm actually excited about it. It's also your birthday! We’re going out, we will have a nice time, and you will not threaten to kill anybody that looks at me."

He stands his ground and stalks toward me, grabbing my hair at the nape of my neck. Axel pulls it until the point of pleasurable pain. Drawing me to look up into his murderous eyes, he takes his stiff cock out and brushes it up against the seam of my panties. "Whose pussy is this, Wallflower?"

A breathy moan passes my lips. "Yours."

He claims my mouth with raw need. This is a violent kiss, a battle of wills. He wants me bruised and panting for more. My pussy quivers with anticipation. "Please," I beg.

"Please, what?" He taunts.

"Please, fill me up." My raspy voice begs again.

He releases a guttural growl. Setting me on top of my bathroom vanity, Axel pushes my panties aside and takes my cunt as his. He’s not gentle, and I don't want him to be. The sound of our skin slapping against each other along with our moans fill the air. "No one will ever touch you like this. You understand?"

"Yes. Yes. Just don't stop." He slams into me repeatedly, punishing me for disobeying him but bringing so much pleasure. We both come with a shout, and he fills me with his semen. Thank God for birth control. Fuck me.

Axel places his forehead on mine. "You see what you do to me? You drive me mad." He releases me and puts my panties back in place. I reach inside my drawer to get a replacement pair and clean up a little. He shuts the drawer before I can retrieve any and backs me up against the dresser drawer. Axel cups my mound. "You will not change until we get home. I marked my pussy, and whenever someone looks at you tonight, you will feel who you belong to."

Disgustingly filthy. Beautifully naughty. He kisses me gently, a giant contrast to how he did a few minutes earlier. I look one more time in the mirror. Thankfully, my Little Red Riding Hood costume came in the mail today. It's a little slutty, but I wanted something to blow his mind. It worked like a charm. The ensemble came with a red hooded cape, white knee-high stockings, a just-above-the-knee red skirt, and a black leather vest on a white puffy-sleeve top. I paired it with black ankle booties. It's perfect.

The night air is crisp, and the leaves are starting to change to the colors of fall. Toby is our designated driver for tonight. He pulls up to a different house than where we usually party. Catching my gaze, Axel explains. "In honor of my birthday, three houses are hosting a party for me. I have to make an appearance at each one. The Delta Gammas house is the first one."

I smirk. "As if that ego wasn't big enough.”

Axel kisses me thoroughly. Toby scoffs. "Okay, you two, that's enough. I offered to be the DD, but no sex in my truck. Only I get to do that."

Rolling my eyes, I drag Axel out of the truck, but not before yelling, "cock blocker," as we jump out. People are swarming everywhere. They are dressed in costumes, and several have on masks. I shiver, as I remember the story London told me about the Halloween night that changed her life.

Everyone hollers as Axel walks in. There is a DJ in the corner, and the beat of the music is entrancing. This is a beautiful house, though small in size, it makes up for it in decoration. It has dark cherry hardwood floors throughout. All the furniture has been moved out of the living room, and the white shiplap walls are covered in plaques, awards, and pictures of past classes.

Girls rush over to him, but his arm skirts around my waist as he gives them a polite grin—ever the charmer. Several of them give me a go-to-hell look, but a few hand me shy yet envious smiles. I'll call that progress. After Axel greets the crowd and thanks them for coming, we drink and dance for a couple of hours. We slip through the back and head to the second house of the evening, and the thank you speech is about the same as the first. The girls at this house are less welcoming to me, so we leave about thirty minutes in because Axel doesn't take well to me being shunned. Take that bitches.

Finally, we arrive at the last house for tonight. The biggest house on Fraternity Row. The one we always come to. All the Fearless are already here, and they welcome us with hugs. As soon as we walk in, the crowd erupts in applause, and they start chanting, "speech, speech, speech," to which Axel quickly obliges. He's tipsy and handsy. So, this is bound to be a hilarious thank you. "Scarlett, come stand by me, babe."

Oh goodness, my feet want to rebel, but he'd chase me down in front of all these people if I followed through on that emotion. He holds out his hand for me to hold. After my fingers are laced in his, he continues. "Thanks to each of you for showing up and making this night special. May you drink, fuck, and be merry!" The crowd goes wild but dies when he lowers his hand, letting them know he has something else to say. He turns to me and I give him a sheepish smirk, because with Axel, there is no telling where this is going. "Scarlett, my wallflower, thank you most of all. You've made this black heart start beating, and I wanted to make a scene when I voiced my heart to you for the first time." My knees grow weak. "Scarlett, baby, I love you." Axel being Axel, he can't just be sweet. He’s gotta be a little vulgar too. "Here's to the best and last pussy I'll ever have."

The crowd catcalls, and I hide my face in his chest. The inner walls of my center clenches, and my face is redder than a cherry tomato. Axel holds me steady, and when I finally look at him, I see all the love he has for me shining there. "I love you, too."