Make sure she doesn’t go anywhere without you or Wes.
Zander:
Wes is taking her to her next class.
A new message pops up from an unknown number.
Unknown:
Stop messaging about me like I’m not stuck right next to him. You’ve got a question. Ask me yourself.
I make it a point to save her number in my phone, unsure why I didn’t ask Zander for it when he got back last night. Again, she’s distracting me. That should have been the first thing I asked for. There are a million different questions I could ask her, but there is only one burning a hole in my brain.
Me:
Did you touch that pretty pussy of yours after the bonfire even though I told you not to?
I sent her on her way, wet and horny, knowing I’d be the cause of her discomfort. I wanted to do so much more than I did, including taking her. I replayed every second of what happened between us. Come morning, I had no choice but to take care of it in the shower, hand wrapped tight, still thinking of her. It did nothing to dispel the need I have coursing through me. And while I want to fuck her, I want to fuck with her more. She will remember me long after I forget her.
The dots appear and disappear multiple times before she finally responds.
Riley:
Mmm, sure did, cupcake.
Cupcake? A grin tugs at my lips, not only because of the stupid nickname, but because I got her so horny she couldn’t help it. She touched her needy cunt because I wouldn’t let her come. I harden and tug at my pant leg, readjusting myself in my seat. I wonder if she was loud, or if she had to muffle her moansof pleasure to keep from being caught. What did she think about when she came? I know I thought of fucking her hard against the shower wall, making her come all over my dick. I roll my eyes at my thoughts. Again, she’s a fucking distraction.
Me:
Sounds like you’re in need of some punishment for disobeying an order. Better not let me catch you alone.
Riley:
Sounds like you’re annoyed I didn’t listen to you. Don’t worry, I wasn’t thinking of you when I came so hard I blacked out. Now leave me alone. I need to get Zan to sleep with me. Can you believe he turned me down in front of a room full of people? How rude is that?
This time I can’t help the smirk that takes over as I shake my head in disbelief. Has she always been this feisty? I slide my phone into my pocket and place my hands on top of my head. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but that answer sure as hell wasn’t it. Even if she wasn’t thinking about me when she came, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t the cause of it. Then another thought takes hold. I guess Wes will keep her occupied because Zander won’t want to babysit Riley after today.
I find Derek after class surrounded by a few other new half wits. He stands taller as he sees me stalk toward him. “Julien Azarian, it’s nice to see you again.”
“A word.” I say, leaving no room for discussion.
“I’ll catch you guys later.” He slaps one guy on the back, a wide grin splitting his face. They walk off, and I glare at their backs until I know we’re alone. There are ears all over this place, and secrets don’t stay that way for long when conversations are held in the open. I step into his space, inches from his face and seethe. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
He pushes me back and fixes a strand of hair that’s fallen out of place, like the pompous asshole he truly is. “I was going with the flow. She kissed me. I reciprocated.” He gives me a once over. “Looks like she’s getting under your skin.”
“I hired you to watch her and report back if needed. Not to stick your dick in her.” I knew it was a mistake to trust him, but when he approached me at the bonfire and said he was working to get into my good graces, I figured I’d give him a simple task. How much can one screw up watching someone? I severely underestimated his stupidity.
“Didn’t realize pussy was on the table.”
“Not. Hers.” I grit out as my molars grind together in anger.
My patience is wearing thin with this guy. He’s already messed up the one task I gave him. His friends are mentally patting him on the back, thinking he’s a badass for standing against me. I know we aren’t one hundred percent alone, but they won’t be able to hear everything. They don’t know the deal we worked out at the bonfire. But this fucker needs to know his place. I put my hand on his shoulder and shove my fist in his face so hard his head snaps back and he falls to the ground with a groan.God, that felt good!I stare down at him, flexing my fingers, watching the blood drip down his chin. He sits on his ass, stunned, as he shakes his head, and flops his mouth open and closed like a fish. I sink to my haunches and drape my arms over my knees.
I lower my voice, knowing he’s the only one who will hear me. “If she puts her hands on you again, I’ll break your fucking arm.”He nods his head quickly and wipes his nose on the sleeve of his jacket. “Now get up, you’re coming with me. Looks like someone else needs to learn a hard lesson.”
TWELVE
RILEY
