“Thank you. I don’t usually get naked and lay in a boy’s bed like this. No one sees me this way,” she whispers as I trail my fingers down her spine and over the curve of her ass then back up.
“I don’t either. Not like this. There’s usually moaning involved.” I chuckle and she shakes her head. I move my face closer to hers, letting my nose graze hers. “How did you end up in the river tonight? Was it that guy you were with? Did he hurt you?” I growl, but she shakes her head.
“No, I’m really not sure what happened. I think I was pushed off the cliff,” she says, and my hold tightens on her.
“Pushed? By who?” I ask as tears fall down her face. So, I lean in and lick them away, making her gasp, but I place a soft kiss on both of her eyes then nose, and as I go to press my lips against hers, she speaks.
“I-I’m not sure. I think it was Grayson and Kade,” she accuses, and I still.
“What do you mean?” I ask, and she takes a deep breath.
“I went into the woods with Mike…” she trails off, and I press my lips against hers. She parts her lips and I snake my tongue inside, swirling it with hers. She moans and my cock twitches.Fuck.
“And then? You can tell me,” I assure her, and she licks her lips.
“Kade and Grayson scared him off. Threatened me to not cross the line Grayson made, then they left me there to freeze,” she huffs, and I chuckle.
“Okayyyy… but that still doesn’t explain how you got into the river,” I say, and she rolls her eyes, so I lift my hand and slap her ass, making her squeal.
“Elliot…” she breathes, and my dick twitches again, causing her eyes to widen.
“Pay him no mind and finish the story,” I tell her.
“Well, I guess they came back for me, trying to scare the life out of me, and I ran. And just as I got to the edge of the cliff, I can’t remember if Iwas pushed or what, but I remember I felt pressure against my shoulders. It happened so damn fast, I could’ve fallen too,” she says, and I press my lips against hers once more.
It’s one thing to play games with her like they said they were, but trying to murder her is another. Not after what happened years ago. Something just doesn’t add up. I pull away and rest my chin on the top of her head.
As I lay there, I replay the words she said over and over again, and still, something just doesn’t add up. Soft snores greet my ears and I take a deep breath. Her body is like a heater and I can’t help but pull her closer. My eyes begin to drift, but what happened tonight can’t go unpunished and I need to get to the bottom of it. If it wasn’t Grayson and Kade, who else would’ve been in the woods targeting her? I never gave anyone permission to fuck with her. She’s mine to do with as I please. Everyone else will need to wait their fucking turn. That’s if I fucking allow it.
eleven
Rowyn Hale
Adventures
Groaning, I stretch out my limbs and immediately notice I’m butt-naked. I freeze, and my eyes pop open to an unfamiliar space. This is not my room.What the fuck? Where am I, and why is Batman staring at me from the nightstand?
I sit up, wrapping my body with the sheet, surveying the area as I think about how the hell I got here. Last night—what happened last night? I stand from the bed and start looking around the room for clues. My body aches, but not between my legs, which means I didn’t have sex.Good. That’s a relief, but I still don’t know where I am.I know I’m at the dorms, but whose? Spotting the desk across the room, I don’t see my clothes scattered on the floor. This suite is actually pretty spotless, which doesn’t help me.Last night. Last night.Why is my brainso foggy? I don’t understand. The door suddenly swings open, and I jump out of my skin.
Turning around, I’m engulfed by the smell of fresh linen and bacon. That’s an odd smell combination, but what has my eyes widening is who is holding the tray of food and a stack of clean laundry.
“Petal. Are you trying to run out on me?” Elliot asks, and I gulp.
“Not that I was running out. I was just trying to figure out where I was and how I got here and why I’m naked. Also, your Batman is creepy to wake up to.” I laugh as he walks over to me and sets down the tray of food and hands me the stack of clothes.
“Here, go get dressed then I’ll explain since you don’t remember,” he orders, and I nod, walking into his bathroom.He’s lucky to have his own private space.
Shutting and locking the door behind me, I drop the sheet and begin to get dressed. I bring the clothes to my nose and take a deep inhale. Everything smells like him. Or his laundry soap just smells that good. Slipping on my panties, then jeans, I turn around and gasp.Why is there a bruise on my face? What the hell fucking happened?
Putting my bra on, then my shirt and hoodie, I run my fingers through my hair, then open the door, stepping back into his room and placing the sheet in his basket. I can’t help but smile because he hasour breakfast set up on his freshly made bed. No one has ever done anything remotely this sweet for me before.
“Why are you just standing there smiling? Come eat. I got you iced tea, pancakes with a few strips of bacon, and fruit,” he states, and my smile widens.
“How did you know I like all of these items?” I ask, and he tilts his head, looking at me.
“I pay attention.” That's all he gives me, so I sit on his bed and place the tray on my lap. Reaching for the cup, I take a huge gulp and moan.I can’t remember the last time I had anything to drink.He clears his throat and pops a grape into his mouth. Then picks up another one and raises his brow. “Open,” he orders, and I part my lips, opening as he tosses the grape inside, making me giggle.
“Thank you for all of this once again. But what happened last night? I saw the bruise on my cheek but I just can’t remember,” I say, taking a bite of my pancakes.
