“Most girls would freak if their man came home all bloody and sweaty, but you kiss me and tell me I’m your hero.”
“I’m not most girls, and I like that you defend my honor. Maybe that makes me twisted.” I shrug, not really caring. “Or maybe it’s ’cause I’m friends with Harlow and I know a little of the stuff she endured with the guys.” I slap his ass before I start stripping the bed. “Perhaps I’m just weird. Blood and violence has always kind of turned me on.”
Chad chuckles. “Told you you’re perfect.” He pinches my ass and I screech, jumping a couple inches in the air.
I roll my eyes as I finish removing the soiled bed linen while Chad returns the tripod and camera to the closet. Then he helps me to change the bed, running downstairs to dump the dirty sheets in the washing machine while I turn the shower on.
Chad fucks me again in the shower, and then we get dressed and head outside to deliver a serving of vengeance to our roomie.
* * *
“I can’t believe the motherfucker had a late shift today,” I grumble, climbing into the passenger seat of my SUV. Chad is driving my car this morning as his truck needs gas and we didn’t get up early enough to go to the gas station. “I really wanted to see his face when he tries to start his bike and realizes we glued the lock.”
“I know. That’s half the fun. Though it’s probably best we’re not anywhere in the vicinity when that goes down. He’s going to lose his shit.” Chad barks out a laugh as he reverses out of the parking space.
I smother a yawn as we drive toward campus.
“Tired, sweetheart?” He pins me with a smug look, and I thump him in the arm.
“Some sex-crazed maniac with a giant dick kept me up most of the night.” I’m not exaggerating when I say I’ve had three hours sleep max. And two of those were before Chad got home.
“Giant dick, huh?” He puffs out his chest, and I giggle.
“Don’t get all humble on me now, Chad. You know what you’re packing in your boxers.” I lean over and squeeze his junk.
“Don’t start something you don’t intend to pursue, Siren,” he teases.
“Who said I wouldn’t follow through?” I ask, moving in my seat to reach over for him. I wince as my poor overworked vagina reminds me I’m sore.
“That’s why.” He sweeps his fingers down my cheek as he pulls into a parking space on campus. “As much as I’d love to defile you in the back seat, your pounded pussy needs a break.”
“So chivalrous!” I crack up laughing. “You’re something else, Chad Lucas Baldwin.” Leaning over the console, I kiss him. “Love you. Have a great day!”
I don’t see Chad again the rest of the day. Although I’m like the walking dead, I have an assignment due on Friday, so I head to the library after my last class, determined to finish it. I want to hand it in tomorrow and then have an early night with Chad before his first game on Saturday. Hopefully, he might get to play, and we’ll celebrate on Saturday night at our first college party. Bree is helping me with the party planning, and we have it all worked out. I’m excited. It’ll be fun.
“Ready, babe?” Chad says just as I’m putting the last word down on the page.
“Are you finished already?” I glance at my watch, shocked to see the time. I didn’t realize it was so late.
“Yep. I thought we could grab some pizzas on the way home, watch a movie, and have an early night?”
The telltale gleam in his eye gives the game away. “Uh-huh,” I say, packing up my shit. “Sure you don’t have an ulterior motive?”
He reels me into his arms. “I might have plans to worship my brilliant girlfriend. Sue me if that’s a crime.”
“Brilliant, huh?”
Chad grabs my bag in one hand and slings his arm around my shoulders with the other as he steers me out of the library. There aren’t many students left, but we still get a few shushes as we continue talking while we walk.
“Jase forgot his iPad and went back to the house midmorning to get it. He happened to be there when Ares discovered we glued the lock on his motorcycle. Jase recorded him losing his mind. It’s a fucking classic. I thought we could play it on the TV on a loop while eating our pizza and really piss the asshole off.”
I burst out laughing, and Chad has to slap his hand over my mouth to stifle the noise.
We’re still laughing as we exit the library and head toward my SUV. It’s dark out, and there is only a smattering of vehicles in the student parking lot. “He’s going to retaliate,” I say as Chad unlocks the car and opens the passenger side door.
“He shouldn’t. He’s the asshole who started this by messing with your car.”
I climb up, waiting until Chad is behind the wheel before replying. “We’ll need to up the stakes next time.”
