I ran to the bathroom the second he left. It took a substantial amount of time and effort to get all the blood and dirt out of my hair and butt. I would never have sex in the woods again. Not without a blanket.
I can’t believe I had sex with two men at the same time. Two brothers. Students. My brother’s best friends.
It was so filthy and wrong and sinfully hot.
Pattison must be thrilled. No wonder he liked me.
Wait. Pattison!
Suddenly, I became too aware of the devil, how he must have known about what I’d done. About every single sin I’d ever committed. Shit.
He knows I fucked Carter. He knows I fucked my own student. What the fuck was I thinking?
I wasn’t. I was going through a lot, and…Pattison. He went into my head, blinding me to the consequences. But to what end? Just to get me to hell? It didn’t make any sense.
I grabbed a towel, again suddenly too aware I was naked and he could see. Shit. I really didn’t need to know who the devil really was.
“Pattison, are you here?” I wrapped the towel around my body and waited for the walls to answer like a lunatic.
“Of course, you’re not. There are better sinners out there to stalk. All the murderers and the serial rapists…” I cringed and stepped out of the bathtub. “Well, if you’re listening, I just want to tell you to back off. And if you tell the faculty, you’ll be an idiot because you have no proof. The boys will deny it. It will be my word against yours. No one will believe you. Besides, you’ll be risking losing your best candidate for your position.”
I stomped out of the bathroom and found on the bed the sweatshirt and sweatpants I wore last here. I must have forgotten to pack them when I left. They hadn’t been washed. My smell lingered in the fabric. I put them on anyway.
Outside, the blaze reached the sky. The bonfire had already started. I looked from the terrace. Carter and Luke were bouncing, chanting caveman style. Inferno put his whole arm in the blaze and bragged about not getting burned. Then he hurled a fireball at the bonfire. The prospects and the other patched members were drinking, pouring beer in the fire, heating it up even more.
The smell was unbearable. Rotten meat in a furnace.
My nose crinkled as Slasher and Malcolm, sitting with the men, looked up and waved for me to come join them.
“How can you handle this smell?” I asked, my hand on my nose, the moment I reached them.
“We’ve smelled much worse,” Malcolm made room for me between him and Slasher, and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “You’ll get used to it.”
“You okay?” Slasher asked.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Just…I have questions.” One that concerned him.
“Ask away.”
“Venom said he could smell a trace of your blood on me that he thought I was your mate. Did you…give me your blood?”
Malcolm stiffened. “What?”
“I did. I slipped it in your tea the day after you fell,” Slasher confessed.
“What did you do that for?” Malcolm spat.
“She was suspicious about how Mad Dog healed in one day. I thought if she healed fast, too, she would be less suspicious.” Slasher met my eyes. “And I just didn’t want you to be in pain.”
I gazed at him, my heart all warm and fuzzy. Sitting this close to him, getting lost in those eyes, listening to words like he said, and not being able to even kiss him was torture.
Malcolm’s arm yanked me out of my thoughts as it pulled me closer to him. “Are you hitting on my sister while I’m sitting right here, motherfucker?”
Slasher cleared his throat. “I wasn’t hitting on your sister, Bro. Chill.”
“Oh my God. Here we go again,” I grumbled.
“Relax, Sis. You chill, Prez. I know you wouldn’t. I was fucking with you.”
