Those two girls are still at the counter; they must have missed our kiss because they are still making googly eyes at Sully. I stop right next to them, pull Sully in my arms, and yank the hoodie on one side, displaying his neck. They won’t be able to miss this. I suck and lick his skin, staring directly into their eyes as I do, giving them a fuck off look. Their shocked faces are quite satisfying. I hear a whistle and pull back to survey my work; the deep-purple bruise I left on the side of his neck looks good.
He’s looking at me speechless. An intoxicating mix of fragility and strength. Ignoring the few gazes aimed at us, I drag him out of the café. Hooking his bag over my shoulder, we start to walk toward his dorm—he needs to get his laptop and a few other things before I take him to my place.
“Yesterday you forgot to put on a condom,” he suddenly says.
“I didn’t forget. I’d never forget something like that.” I sniff with condescension. “I wanted to come inside you, not a piece of latex.” And it felt so fucking good seeing my cum drenching his hole. I’ll never use one.
“I know psychopaths do what they want, uncaring about the consequences. Governed by instincts.”
“Not at all. Psychopaths are generally very rational.” But my instincts do involve killing people.
He looks down, and I can see worry on his face. “Are we…are we exclusive then?”
I stop walking, and he lifts his head to look me in the eye.
“It’s just you and me. Is that clear?” A little threatening, but I want to wipe away any divergent thoughts.
He nods, and we resume walking.
“I do like when you…do it inside me.” He leans toward me to whisper.
I smirk. “And what else do you like?”
“This.” He lifts our locked hands. Well, touching him always feels good.
When he moves back, he bumps into someone.
“What the fuck! Don’t you know how to walk?” the guy snaps.
I’m about to grab the prick from the collar of his fancy jacket when Sully’s hand squeezes mine.
“I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he says to the dumb fuck. “I’m sorry, but you could have been more fucking gracious about it.”
That spunk, I saw glimpses of it in the last eight months. They are getting more frequent just as Sully gains more confidence.
The guy opens his mouth, surely to spew more shit.
“Asshole,” I growl, taking a menacing step forward. He quickly and silently moves away with his tail between his legs.
“I can take care of myself,” Sully states after a few seconds.
“I was just following my…instincts,” I joke, going back to our conversation.
He shakes his head. “You looked like you were about to murder him.” His hand is in front of his smiling mouth, and he’s all blushing, ducking his chin. This natural submission pushes all my buttons. Urges me to hold him down and have my fucking way again!
A sudden crunch, like metal hitting metal, prompts me to wrap Sully in my arms and out of harm’s way. A snap and then a clatter makes me turn around, where a car has just reared and driven over a bicycle. The dumb fuck that Sully bumped into a moment before—the owner of the wrecked bike—is fuming and screaming at the black car, which I’ve seen before. Multiple times.
Lori’s head pops out of the driver’s window.“Oh, just shut up! You left your bicycle too close to my car, asshole,” he snaps at the guy, who’s still cursing. Then he turns our way with a smile.
“Lori?” Sully gasps. “Are you okay?”
“Of course. Look, it’s not that I don’t like this lovey-dovey vibe going on between you two, but my boos are all the way back in Chicago, and I already miss their sausage. Can’t keep watching you two.”
Sully scoffs. “Lor! Why are you behind the wheel? Where’s the driver?” He’s trying to get free from my iron grip around his body.
“He’s getting me another cocoa.” He waves in the café’s direction. “Karma, right?” He winks at Sully while flipping the screaming guy off.
“You are crazy.” Sully snorts, covering his face with both hands.
