When I complained to Gunner about it, all he said was, "Good."
I'm not usually this bitchy or tightly wound, but if I don't get some action soon I may combust on the spot. I've been thinking a lot lately that the only way to get my stepbrothers out of my system is to get with someone else. They'll be pissed, but what's new?
"Hello, earth to Presley." Kai waves his free hand in my face.
"What Kai?!" I yell way too loudly, and bring unwanted attention to us both.
When we round the corner of the nearby stairwell. He makes sure no one is around, and pushes me up against the wall. I wish he would have pushed me harder.
There's a storm brewing in his bright blue eyes, which makes me shiver with lust. "Why the fuck did you get so mad at me, Pres?"
When I don't answer, he leans down and sniffs the crease between my neck and shoulder. Bruh, what the hell? "Kai, did you just sniff me?"
Biting his lip, he groans slightly. "God help me. You smell so fucking good, Pres."
His words start a gentle ache between my thighs. "Answer me."
"No." I'm tired of always playing the peacemaker, and giving in. I'm done with acting like this confusing bullshit is okay.
Kai growls. "Why are you so mad at me?"
"I'm not doing this today, Kai, let's just go to class. Unless you want to smell me again or something weird like that." I'm being bitchy, but my give a damn's busted.
His tone turns playful, but I can tell that he's still pissed. "There's lots of weird shit I'd like to try with you, but this isn't the time nor the place."
Leaning down he licks my lips. “Does being this close to me make your pussy ache for my cock? I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, Princess.”
Grabbing my hair at the nape, he pulls it to the point of pain. "This is your final warning."
His face darkens as he waits for my reply, I rub my body up against his just to piss him off more. "Or you'll do what?"
Placing his hand on my throat he squeezes hard enough that Imay have bruises in the morning. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough."
He rubs his erection against my belly. His movement sends shivers down my spine. This isn’t fair, I want them both to the point of exhaustion. The only thing that would make this moment better is if Gunner was here watching. My wanting them turns to guilt. It's wrong to want them as fiercely as I do.
The sound of people making their way down the stairs tears us apart, but it doesn't stop the possessive look that crosses his face.
Taking his finger, he gently rubs my cheek. "Stop being a brat, Pres, you know how much I hate it when you're mad at me."
I swat his hand away. "I'm beginning not to care about that Kai. Bad dog!”
Walking away from him when we're in the middle of an argument is never easy, but I'm tired. I don't like it when he's mad at me either. However, if I want to have the full college experience, I need to make them see things my way.
Distancing myself away from them, at least for a little while is exactly what needs to be done. I just need time to explore what's out there and become the woman I'm supposed to be.
I’ve been busy on Twisted and I’ve got three potential dates lined up, the first being with Lionhart. He's asked me out for Friday night, and I’ve decided to say yes.
It’s the quickest I could get away from Kai anyways. So, it’s perfect. He’s got rugby practice, then afterward he’ll have to make an appearance at the party that the Kappa Deltas are throwing.
I have social media stalked the hell out of all three guys, and I already halfway know two of them as they’ve been in some of my classes. Why they aren’t scared of Kai, I have no clue. They haven’t brought him up and neither have I.
Lionhart, named Leo, is the only one I’ve never met. He justmoved here from California, but I’ve vowed not to be scared of him until I have a reason to be. He does have an active social media profile though, so that helps me feel somewhat better about meeting him.
I hate keeping things from Kai and Gunner, but they really leave me no other choice. I'm a terrible liar which does worry me. All it will take is for one of them to ask me a simple question, ‘like what are your plans for the weekend?’, and the words will fly so fast out of my mouth like I’ve got full blown diarrhea.
THIRTEEN
Behavioral Psychology 1101
