I realize I’m pulling his hair but he doesn’t seem to mind and when he finally leans back, his lips red, I reluctantly release him.
He glances at my dick, then his big eyes find mine again. “Let’s find her?” The words are whispered. “I promise we’ll only do what she wants. But she needs us today.”
FORTY-NINE
NEVE
“Be careful with him.”Cynthia’s parting words to me before she left Darkmouth to head to Tylone’s lace themselves around my brain as I sit in the passenger seat of Faust Darling’s BMW.
His hand is resting lightly on the shifter, but I still see every vein in the dark, his olive skin illuminated from the console. The scent of pine and crisp woods makes my heart beat faster as he drives in the night, and there’s so much unsaid between us, it feels like another body is in the car.
Or maybe that’s just the reminder of the four that already dropped.
I keep my hands in the pockets of my red wool coat and force myself to stare straight ahead at the icy roads and drifting snow. The drive is twisty, curling around the edges of Drayton’s campus, and the tension makes it seem infinite. It allows wayward thoughts to drift like the snow across his windshield.
Part of me would fuck him in this car. Part of me wants to call Nolan and tell him to take me away from Drayton University and every murder that comes with it.
I still see his last text in my head.
Brotherrr
You need to be very, VERY fucking careful.
“Do you know the last time a game was canceled for me?” Faust’s low voice swirls between us and I press my knees together, grateful for my sheer tights beneath my favorite black velvet mini skirt.
I lift my chin and cut him a glance as we roll to a red light, the intersection empty. It’s Saturday, freezing, and, on this side of Drayton’s campus, empty.
Karter asked me to go downtown with her. That would have probably been the brighter choice.
“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” I keep my voice bored even as hunger eats at my brain and my self-control. I almost told him to fuck off when he texted me to ask if I’d like to stay with him tonight considering “everything.” His words.
Inhaling mashed potatoes and gravy and fries without cheese curds—memories of home—was on my to-do list. Indulging where no one could see me inside the quiet of Darkmouth.
Where no one had to know.
Now, my stomach feels concave and if Faust plans to fuck me, he’ll be dealing with dead weight. My energy is gone.
“Never,” he says softly. “Not once in my entire career. Since I was a kid in skates, every show has gone on, even if I wasn’t there.”
“Faust Darling miss a game?” I feign shock and horror without looking at him.
He’s quiet, and when I can’t resist the urge to glance his way, I see a smile pulling on those full lips.
I clench my teeth together and refuse to react even as my heart lurches faster inside my chest. This man makes me weak.
“I am only human.” He says it so seriously I have to purse my lips to stop from laughing, but I don’t give him the satisfaction.
It’s not that I’m mad at him. What’s there to be angry about? But something strange is happening between him and Sylvan, and this entire university campus. And either they have odd coincidences landing on them at all times, or there’s a plot between the two of them that started with Jackson. A puzzle I don’t yet understand. It feels as if I’m playing with fire, coming into their orbit, even being in the car with Faust, and yet I can’t resist the flame.
Nolan once told me I loved to get burned, just to wear the scars.
Maybe he wasn’t wrong. Maybe without his leash, I’m restless. Itching for danger.
“And not once has a season been interrupted by a murder. Not in any league, anywhere.” His tone is heavy, each word prickling at my silent, sullen defense.
He casually puts on his turn signal for Sainte Street, but he doesn’t turn, despite the empty roads.
I frown, directing the expression to him. When I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing, he speaks first, silencing me.
