She’s written into my DNA and like hell am I ever going to let her go.
I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
Or if she wanted me to.
It’s too late to turn back now, I’ve had a taste of her and that’s it, she’s in this with me whether she wants to be or not.
Obviously, I’d prefer her to be with me willingly, but I’m not above playing dirty if I need to.
I walk next to Gracie, close enough to calm the raging need I have to be near her but not too close that she would find it weird.
I don’t take my eyes off her as we walk, and I have to hold back a laugh as she warily glances around as though she’s waiting for someone to jump out at us.
As if she’s waiting formeto jump out at us.
I could tell her that it isn’t physically possible for him to approach us right now, but that would ruin the game.
“Relax, little one,” I say softly. “He won’t come near you while you’re with me. He’s only ever approached you when you were alone, right?” I ask and she nods, her eyes wide as she looks up at me.
Fuck, I’m dying to put my arm around her shoulders and pull her to me, but I can’t.
“Well then, it’s fair to say that he won’t come near you while you’re with me. If he’s a student here, then he’ll no doubt recognize me and know exactly who I am. Who my best friends are. People might not be scared of me the way they are the others, but they know we come as a unit, and he won’t want to risk that.”
How I managed to get through saying all of that with a straight face, I have no clue.
But I’m starting to see how fun this can be.
I’m dangerously toeing the line of what I can say and what I can’t, and it’s even more challenging to stay in character while I spout shit like this, which just makes it even more exciting.
Maybe I have a danger kink or something?
“Thank you,” she says softly and gives me the most heart stopping smile I’ve ever seen that my breathing actually stops for a second.
This.
This is why I’m doing what I’m doing, because seeing her smile like that in my direction is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I want to be the one that puts a look like that on her face.
“You don’t need to thank me, l-little one.”
Fuck.
Breezing past the awkwardness of me almost calling her love and giving myself away, I go back to making the small talk we were doing before the guys arrived home and before I know it, were standing in the doorway to her building.
The doorway where I got her off only days ago.
The way she so clearly wanted to fight me but immediately gave in as soon as I touched her was hot as hell, and the noises she made, the way she was so obviously at war with herself, notwanting to like what I was doing to her while also trying her hardest not to come…
Fuck, it was beautiful.
And I can’t wait to do it again.
I can’t wait to take things further.
I can’t wait to sink myself inside her again, feel her pulse around me as she comes, feel how goddamn wet she is and have her come all over my dick.
The thought has been on a constant repeat in my mind and it’s driving me insane.
I’d love for a repeat right now.
