His eyes meet mine, and his trembling lips curl up at the corners, cruel, mean. So like the Colton I knew all those weeks ago.
Fuck. It hasn’t even been that long since we’ve gotten to know one another, but it feels like ages.
“How did he find out?”
“He must have been watching. I guess we’re not as subtle as we think. Maybe he has a camera set up in my room at the frat. Or at least someone who is being paid to report back to him. Who fucking knows? He’s insane.”
His tongue peeks out, wetting his lips. His nose is still bleeding, dripping down onto his shirt.
“You should get that taken care of.”
“Probably should,” he says and then lifts his shirt up, using it to wipe the blood away. It smears across his cheek, and my eyes can’t help but fall to his abdomen that’s now exposed.
Heat slithers up inside of me, but I tamp it down. Now is not the time.
We aren’t winning right now. We aren’t even close to getting what we need from this place. All we’ve accomplished is getting his nose bashed in.
The fabric falls down, covering him once more, and he meets my stare.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that, Witkoff.”
It’s angry and smug. This isn’t the guy I fell for. I don’t like this mask he wears. I know it’s for protection, but still…this isn’t him. Not really.
“Fuck off, Cavanaugh,” I grumble back, and his lips twitch slightly with humor, pleasure.
Asshole.
I glance at the window and see that his stepfather is no longer lingering there, watching us. So I throw a thumb over my shoulder.
“We should find a place to actually have a conversation. I’m going to take a walk. You should go get cleaned up and meet me out there.” He looks like he’s going to argue with me, but then he nods and turns to head back inside.
I’m meandering through the vegetable gardens on the outskirts of the estate when I hear footsteps moving up behind me.
Anxiety rushes through me, but it dissipates when I see Colton running toward me, his cheeks flushed, his face freshly washed. He’s changed his shirt, too.
“Fuck, you walk fast. How did you get all the way over here? I was only gone like five minutes.”
“Either that or you’re a slow runner,” I respond.
“Think I’m faster than you.”
I eye him and I see the Colton I’ve come to adore peek out. “Wanna bet?”
His pupils dilate, and he bites his bottom lip. “Yeah. I fucking bet.”
“And what do I get if I win?”
“A blow job, right here.”
That makes my dick perk up even though I’m wary. But then again, I know it’s just a mask, one that will come off when we get naked. Plus, being with him, the feelings he evokes when all is bared, it’s worth it.
I think so, at least.
Fuck. No. Ihopeso.
“What about your family? Are we safe out here?”
“Yeah. My mother refuses to come out here, too many bugs. And my stepfather probably doesn’t even know that the cooks have a garden. He never pays attention to things that don’t involve him or his money.”
