Who the fuck just puts up with shit like that without complaining?
Haven. That’s who.
My hoodie practically swallows her entire outfit, and it looks as good as Rooke’s gray hoodie looked on her the other night. My dick bounces against my thigh, already hardening into a semi at the memory of her crawling onto Rooke’s bed wearing his hoodie. How she shyly spread her legs. The sound she made when I shoved my fingers?—
“Let’s go,” I say a little more harshly than I intended.
As if she senses the sudden change in my mood, there’s no more giggling and squealing. She meekly climbs onto my back, arms slung across my chest.
We’re both silent until the lights of the campus building start blinking at us through the sodden trees up ahead.
I’m aware of her staring at me, but I try to ignore it. I need to pay attention to my footing, not to the way it feels when she stares at me.
The heat of her body.
The silky skin of her thighs, where I’m gripping her.
Jesus, I’m getting hard again. I can’t walk into Greek Row with a fucking semi.
Are we there yet?
When I finally stop in the backyard of the Nexus frat house, my arms and back are on fire again. Haven has barely slid onto the ground before I’m bending over, heaving for breath.
“So, um, I’m gonna go…” she says quietly.
My gaze latches onto her bare, muddy feet and slowly travel up mud and blood splattered legs, to the hem of my hoodie where less than an inch of her black skirt peeks out.
Up,up.
Her arm is bent at ninety-degrees, wrist against her stomach. She’s picking at her thumb’s cuticle with her middle finger. I slowly straighten, grabbing that hand on my way up, forcing her to stop.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I wheeze, wishing there was more strength in my words.
I keep a tight grip on her hand, pulling her along after me.
We take a while to reach the back door, what with Haven’s limping and me pausing every few seconds to make sure no one’s staring out of their dorm room window.
It’s so late it’s early, but for all I know, Jace could be awake for morning prayers already.
Someone left the back door unlocked again, thank God, and we slip in as silently as possible.
“Are you just being a considerate roommate, or am I not allowed to be here?” Haven whispers. “Melissa said boys aren’t allowed upstairs?—“
I spin around, halting her halfway up the stairs as I put a finger to my mouth, hissing, “Shh!”
She literally stays quiet for a single beat, and barely lowers her voice. “My sorority is just down the road. I should?—”
“Last I checked, someone slashed your mattress,” I whisper back. “Or were you planning on sleeping on the couch?”
She tries to pull out of my hand as we reach the landing. “Youslashedmy mattress?” she whisper-shouts.
I spin around, pushing her into the wall and clamping a hand over her loud-ass mouth. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” I deliver each word in a low, urgent puff of breath.
That’s another image going into my spank bank. My hand over Haven’s mouth, wide enough to cover the entire lower half of her face. I press a little harder against her, and there’s the briefest tightening of her eyes when my dick grinds into her hip.
Does shewantme to get caught sneaking a girl into my room? NEX has a ton of rules, but only a handful are actually punishable.
No perishables in your room.
