“I’m confused as to why we have to come back to Austin.” Shane speaks.
“Don’t,” I snap, not in the mood for his bullshit today. “Stay the fuck up there.”
Bennett sighs. “We’re both coming. This involves more than just Demi. Whoever it is hasn’t physically touched us, but we’ve been threatened and that’s enough to worry. If we can get a hold of Seth, maybe his phone can tell us what we need to know.”
I hang my head and run my hands through my hair aggressively. I’m starting to lose my shit. I kept it together for Demi’s sake this morning when she woke me up horny. I wanted her, needed to feel her, but I was rough. I took my anger out on her, and she liked it. She passed out immediately afterward. I didn’t get to tell her about the message she got from Evan Scott or the fact that I blocked whoever the fucker was. Cole and I snuck out this morning before the girls had even woken up. It’s a Saturday. They both got wasted last night, and Lilly was sleeping over at her dance teacher’s house, so the odds of them sleeping in pretty late are on our side.
“What I can’t figure out is why he was going to do it.” Bennett speaks. “He’s gay. Why would he fuck her …?”
“Hate to be the dick in this situation,” Shane interrupts him. “But he could have been planning on fucking her ass. That is what they prefer.”
My head snaps up, and I snatch the phone from Cole’s hand, but he speaks before I can bark at him more. “Or maybe he didn’t care where he had to fuck her. I mean, to some men, a hole is a hole.”
“Shut the fuck up …”
Cole takes his phone back from me. “He was forced. He told Deke there was a video of him fucking his professor.”
“Who all knew he was gay?” Bennett asks.
I run a hand down my face. “I’m guessing not many. Demi said she was his cover. And his friends who are on the swim team at UT think they have an open relationship.”
“Hmm …” Bennett sighs. “What about the professor?”
“I … I don’t know.” I growl and close my eyes. I try to put what few pieces we have so far together. “It can’t be him. Demi got a message last night from Evan Scott. You guys saw it. It stated she should have let him fuck her. How could the professor be Evan Scott? They wouldn’t know my information to get into it.”
“True,” Bennett says. “Listen, I know it’s gonna be hard, but just lay low. We’ll be there later on tonight, and we’ll do whatever we gotta do to get the information we need to figure this out. Okay?”
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I enter my room and remove my hoodie. Demi’s still in my bed passed out cold. It’s not even ten a.m. yet. And by how quiet the house was when we entered, I’d say Austin is still asleep as well.
The guys and I have a plan. But I’m not going to lie to her like Cole did Austin. I’m going to be honest with Demi. She deserves that. She may not like it, and she may hate me, but I’m not going to allow Evan Scott to fuck with us. Or her. I’m going to protect her, and in order to do that, she needs to know just what we’re up against.
Undoing my jeans, I kick off my shoes and then push them down my legs before removing my shirt and then climb in beside her. My knuckles run over her busted cheek and down over her jaw to her neck. The bruises from my hands remain. They’re worse today than they were last night.
I wanted to kill her. If she hadn’t hit me with that stupid swimming trophy of Cole’s that Austin put out, she would be dead right now. And it makes me sick to my stomach.
I’ve killed people but not for sport. The men and woman I killed deserved it. Demi would have been innocent. She played me, yes, but I was just jealous that, for once, I met someone who knew how to play the game better than I did.
She releases a little moan and shifts, causing the comforter to pull down and expose her chest to me. My fingers make their way over her chest bone and then her breast. She shifts again and my hand lowers over her stomach and between her legs. She’s naked. “Deke.” She sighs my name when I run a finger over her pussy.
“Yes, princess?” I ask, leaning down and kissing her neck as my finger slides into her.
“Oh, God, Deke.” She pants, her hips lifting off the bed.
I shove off the covers and position myself between her legs. She looks up at me with heavy eyes. I remove my finger and slide two in this time. She arches her back and whimpers. “Does that hurt?” I ask as my thumb starts to rub her clit.
“Yes.” Her hands grip the sheets.
“Good,” I say and remove them before gripping my hard cock. She likes it when it hurts. And I hate to admit that she can take the pain. Becky hated it. Demi craves it. I like that I don’t have to pretend with her.
DEMI
I sit on Deke’s lap in the living room with my second cup of coffee in my hand. Austin sits beside me, glaring at Cole who lounges in the recliner across from us. I haven’t heard them say one word to each other all day. She’s pissed, and he seems indifferent about it. Like this is something that happens often. Not sure what went down after they left the bar last night, but she obviously isn’t over it.
“I don’t understand how this is gonna work?” I finally say.
“We’re gonna ask him,” Bennett says simply.
