Making Mistakes: A College Bully Romance (Playing Games Book 2)

by Candace Wondrak

  “Not yet,” I whispered. “Can we just…can we go somewhere? I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to be there.” Even if my mom was gone, how the hell was I supposed to face my dad knowing everything I knew? That he’d known mom had been stepping out on him for two years now?

  I just…with everything else going on, I didn’t want to deal with it right now.

  “Where?” he asked.

  “Anywhere.”

  Chapter Nineteen – Levi

  Explaining to Kelsey’s parents why she didn’t want to come in the house as I grabbed our bags was one of the most awkward conversations I’d ever had in my life. Not something I wanted to repeat, ever.

  I told them we were going back to campus early, that she was too upset to talk to either one of them. Not exactly a lie, but not the full truth, either. We weren’t going to campus, but she was upset. I wasn’t sure what her mom had told her while her dad and I were doing dishes, but it must’ve set her off.

  A lot of things set Kelsey off. She was as volatile as a person could come.

  I ended up getting us a hotel room right off of campus. That way we’d be able to spend the next two days together still, and we didn’t have to worry about going back. Maybe she’d unwind.

  Oh, and we still had yet to log onto the camera’s app and catch up on what Dean was doing. All of the drama of these past few days kind of took center focus. It was strange how easily life kept throwing shit at you.

  The room wasn’t anything special. Just a bed, really. A bed and a TV. Kelsey dropped her bag on the floor, immediately crawling onto the bed and kicking off her shoes. She wriggled out of her hoodie, dropping it on the floor, and was under the covers in the next moment, letting out a long sigh, and I knew that was my cue to follow her lead.

  Once I was under the covers with her, I reached for her, pulling her in close. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, and I closed my eyes when I felt her warm breath on my skin. “Do you want to talk about it?” Why was it that when family was involved, shit always hit the fan?

  “Not really, I just…” Kelsey trailed off, moving her head so it rested on the pillow beside mine. My hand fell to her waist, keeping the pressure between us. “My mom told me something, and I freaked.”

  “What did she tell you?”

  “That she’s living with another guy, and has been seeing him for two years.”

  That was…quite the revelation to have, especially on Thanksgiving with your family. I stayed quiet, knowing there was more to this. There had to be.

  “It just makes me wonder if I’m going to grow up and be like her. Get married, have a family, and then…get bored or something. I don’t want to be like her, I don’t want to always be searching for the next best thing—”

  I moved the hand on her waist to her face, sweeping her hair aside, lightly running my fingertips along that smooth, perfect jawline. “You think that I’d ever let you walk away from me?” I asked, watching as my question made her slowly grin. “I mean, you might’ve succeeded today, but that was only because I was busy talking to your dad and cleaning up. Any other time? I would’ve stopped you.”

  “I thought you liked watching me walk away?”

  “I do, but I like having you with me better,” I whispered, moving to kiss her. Gently, chastely. “You can’t judge yourself based on your parents.” Leaning my forehead against hers, I let out a sigh. I didn’t want this girl ever doubting herself, or me. Or us, for that matter. “And I don’t want you ever doubting what we have. We might fuck up sometimes, but at the end of the day, you need to know you’re the only one I want.”

  I wanted her so much I actually thought about a future with her. Staying at SCC longer than I originally planned, all to be with her. I didn’t care what I did, or whatever happened in my life, as long as I had this girl by my side.

  She fisted my shirt, her hand the only thing between our chests. “You’re the only one I want,” she echoed faintly. “I wouldn’t know what to do if I didn’t have you.” She ended her words with a kiss, but this kiss I took more out of. This kiss was less chaste and more carnal, hungrier.

  This particular kiss ended with me rolling on top of her, pinning her to the bed, my lips devouring hers.

  Kelsey broke her mouth off mine, already panting. So was I, for that matter. “You know,” she said, frowning up at me with those luscious lips, “I didn’t agree to share a room with you so we could bang it out.”

  “You didn’t?” I grinned, lifting my eyebrows as I nuzzled her neck, kissing her earlobe softly. “Are you sure?” Banging it out seemed like the perfect way to spend the night.

  It didn’t take long for her to say, “Okay, you’ve convinced me. Let’s bang it out.”

  I laughed quietly, and soon enough we were tearing at each other’s clothes, animals in the way we needed each other, craved each other. There was no fighting this, no defiance. There was only giving in.

  Feeling her naked body against mine was one of the best feelings in the world. How her chest heaved with every breath, the tiny moans that escaped her when I cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples, hardening those beautiful pebbles into points. Her bare foot rubbed against my calf, and my cock throbbed with the desire to be inside of her, to make her mine time and time again.

  This would never end. Not if I had a say in it. No matter what happened in the future, I needed this girl by my side. Kelsey Yates was mine, and I planned on reminding her of that fact tonight.

  My lips roamed her neck, making her squirm. Down they went, past her breasts, which my hands still played with, down her stomach. My hands eventually had to follow suit, spreading her legs wide. I had to toss the covers off us, because I was already sweating up a storm. This girl…she made me so hot.

  If my cock wasn’t already standing at attention, it would jump to with the sight before me: Kelsey, her chest heaving, her legs spread wide, allowing me to see the puckered pink lips of her apex. She was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.

  I brought my mouth down to her, kissing her inner thighs, slowly easing my way to her apex, tempting, teasing. The moment my mouth connected with that little, sensitive nub, Kelsey arched her back and let out the lowest moan she was capable of, and it was like music to my ears. Her moans alone could get me off, no joke.

  I applied pressure, my tongue and mouth doing most of the work. She writhed under me, her hips beginning to gyrate, moving along with my mouth, grinding herself harder against my tongue. Her breathing grew more ragged, and I knew just by the sounds she was making that she was close.

  Oh, yeah. After all this time, I knew how to work Kelsey. I knew what she liked and what she didn’t, how to help get her to climax as quickly as possible…and then run the same race again and again until she was delirious with pleasure. I’d help her forget all of her worries, alleviate the stress she felt.

  I wasn’t going anywhere. It was about time this girl realized that.

  Losing track of time, I only stopped giving her head once I could no longer fight the aching in my balls. She was a mess of limbs on the bed, her skin pink, sweat lining her brow. She’d orgasmed at least three times, by my count. I’d added two fingers inside her to help her propel to that third, but feeling her pussy wrapped around my fingers only served to rile me up.

  I needed to be inside of her, and I needed it now.

  Crawling up over her, my cock needed no further direction. I entered her with one smooth thrust, filling her up easily. She was wet and ready for me, her body taking mine with no resistance whatsoever. My chest shook with a groan. Being inside of her…was unlike anything else in this world. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

  Her eyes were open slits, their brown color hazy and full of wanton desire. Her full lips parted slightly, and as I rammed myself into her again, her body shuddered under mine. I lowered my chest to hers, feeling her breasts press against me with each breath she took, and soon her hands moved to my sides, holding onto me for dear life.

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bsp; “You feel amazing,” I whispered, hardly sounding like myself. I damn well nearly lost my mind each and every time I was inside of her, and now was no exception. I was an animal, pumping my cock in and out of her, dragging my length along her, my body telling me I could only hold back for a few moments longer.

  She made me lose it. She made me lose it almost instantly, and I loved her for it.

  A searing fire gathered in my core, and as I rammed myself as deep as I could go inside of her, my balls let loose. I was already panting by the time I came, but when cum shot out of my cock and into her, all I managed to do was groan.

  God, she felt so good.

  I let myself collapse on top of her, not bothering to pull myself out right away, my chest heaving for breath, just like hers was under me. Kelsey swatted at my side, giggling as she muttered, “You are crushing the life out of me, Blue.”

  A smirk escaped me as I withdrew my hips, rolling beside her, no longer in her and no longer on her. Before she could get up and clean herself off, I pulled her to my chest, forcing her to lay with me. Cuddling wasn’t her thing, but I didn’t care. I kind of liked the thought of my cum seeping out of her, anyway.

  Kelsey rested a hand on my chest, catching her breath enough to say, “Cuddling isn’t so bad when it’s with you.” She tilted her head, shooting me a sly look. “You officially made me a cuddle convert.”

  A cuddle convert. Sometimes I wondered where the hell she thought of these things, but then I remembered she was Kelsey, and she had no filter whatsoever.

  Kelsey and I may have fallen asleep after that, because the next thing I knew, daylight streamed through the lone window on the wall, and our positions were reversed; instead of me holding onto her, she was holding onto me. I found myself smiling at her unconscious form; she looked so peaceful, the complete opposite of how she looked when she was awake. Her brown hair splayed around her in a messy, unkempt halo.

  I leaned into her, pressing my lips against her forehead as she mumbled something about still being asleep. Then she rolled onto her side, thereby letting go and giving me her back. Laughing quietly to myself, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, jumping in the shower for a quick rinse.

  At least, it was supposed to be a quick rinse. I might’ve thought a bit too much about Kelsey and how she looked last night, her legs spread wide for me, which meant I had to take care of it. Didn’t want to wake her, after all.

  Once that was done, I got out, running the towel over my hair and my body, walking into the room butt-ass naked. Kelsey was up, though she didn’t look too happy about it. She was sitting up, blinking slowly, yawning. The covers were bunched around her waist, her chest bare for me to see. It was a beautiful sight.

  “My turn,” she said, practically falling out of bed as she grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom. By the time she rejoined me, I was partially clothed, wearing jeans and nothing more. I laid atop the sheets, my phone plugged into its charger, the cord pulled taut.

  It didn’t look like she even brushed her hair, but I didn’t care. Whether she was wet or not, whether that hair had been brushed or not, Kelsey was still a goddess. A goddess of chaos, but a goddess nonetheless.

  “You want to go get breakfast somewhere, or do you want to watch a movie?” I was being facetious, of course. There was no movie, unless you counted Dean’s recent antics, in which case…yeah, it was kind of like a movie.

  Kelsey had changed her clothes, unfortunately not topless like me. She crawled onto the bed beside me, saying, “Movie. We’ve been slacking off.”

  I didn’t know if that was true—dealing with family shit was always hard, especially when you didn’t want to face the drama—but I kept that thought to myself, simply going to the app and clicking on its menu. Kelsey got herself comfortable beside me, curling against me like a cat.

  We had a lot to catch up on. I chose the camera whose angle overlooked most of the room, the one on his bookcase, facing the bed and the door. Kelsey and I made ourselves comfortable on the bed, though I did get up and put the Do Not Disturb sign in the hall on our door handle, to stop the hotel maid from coming in.

  Dean was gone for most of the time, and when he was there, he was doing shit on his laptop. Only once did he bring a girl in and fuck her—that part we fast-forwarded, because unlike Dean, Kelsey and I weren’t creeps. Honestly, it surprised me. Just one girl. It was almost like he was trying to be good.

  Trying, being the operative word there. Trying and failing.

  The same night Dean had the girl, right after he kicked her out—rudely, if the look on her face was any indication—he came towards the camera, disappearing in the corner, near the closet. A blind spot of this particular camera.

  I was just going to let it continue to fast forward, but Kelsey muttered, “He’s been over there for a while. Maybe you should switch cameras and see what he’s doing?”

  I really hoped he didn’t have his own camera hiding in his closet or something. That would put a damper on things. It meant he’d have seen me set up my own cameras. With my gut hardening, I exited out of this camera’s screen and went to the one I’d hidden on the floor, near the bedpost.

  I immediately jumped to the time Dean had first gone missing from the first camera’s gaze, slowing it down to real-time as we watched him open his closet doors.

  “Pause it,” Kelsey said, and I instantly did.

  His closet, from what we could see, looked like any other closet, full of clothes and other shit…but in the corner sat something I found a bit odd. Something that a nineteen-year-old college student didn’t usually have in his room.

  Kelsey’s eyes narrowed as she gazed at my phone screen. “Is that…a safe?”

  “I think so,” I muttered. It looked to be about a foot tall and a foot wide, a small safe, and I instantly wondered what could possibly be in there. Whatever it was, it had to be something good. Or, in Dean’s case, bad.

  Kelsey then said what we were both thinking: “We need to get into that safe.”

  We then spent the rest of our time scanning this same camera’s footage to see if Dean ever opened it. If he came at it from the right angle, we’d know its combination. And, thank fucking God, it was a safe with a number pad and not one of those old-fashioned locks where you had to twist and turn the knob to unlock it.

  And, what would you know, right before he left for Thanksgiving break, Dean bent to open the safe…at the perfect angle, too. I was pretty sure both Kelsey and I instantly memorized the code he used.

  What was inside it? A flash drive, nothing else, and it was that same flash drive I assumed he packed and took with him over break, not wanting to leave it there.

  “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kelsey asked, propping herself up to look at me.

  My eyes met her mischievous expression, and I found myself nodding. “We need to get into that safe.” Hopefully Dean would bring it back with him.

  Fingers crossed.

  Chapter Twenty – Kelsey

  I really didn’t like going to the hospital, and it wasn’t because I had to either walk or pay to take the bus from campus. The reason I didn’t like going to the hospital was because each and every time I laid eyes on Mel, my whole body ached with regret. When I walked into her room and found her still unconscious, now hooked up to a feeding tube, my heart weighed a thousand pounds.

  I still blamed myself for this, partially. Mostly I blamed Dean, but frankly I wasn’t a good friend to her. I should’ve been better to her, proved to her that I’d be there for her. If she didn’t feel so alone, maybe she never would’ve tried to kill herself a second time.

  It was a lot of weight to pile onto my shoulders, but I couldn’t help it.

  I sat beside Mel for a while, staring at her unconscious form. Her parents had come by the hospital room, telling me they planned on packing up her things. It was official: Mel was dropping out of SCC, and if she bounced back from this, I didn’t think she’d come back. Her parents wouldn’t make
that mistake again. Levi and I had until late next week to do what we had to do, which was another reason I had to get out of here soon.

  I’d be needed at the rec, you see. I’d skipped my bio lab to visit her, and I’d take the bus from the stop down the street to the one right outside SCC’s rec center to watch Dean and the other Sigma Chi guys play basketball, keeping an eye on him while Levi went into his room and did what he had to do.

  With any luck that flash drive would be there, and all the dirt we’d need would be on it.

  “I know you probably can’t hear me,” I told Mel, only feeling comfortable to speak because the door to the room was shut, “but Levi and I have a plan for Dean. We’re going to take him down, and hopefully he’ll never have the chance to hurt anyone again.”

  Mel said nothing, because she couldn’t speak.

  “I know it’s too little, too late,” I went on. “And I’m sorry, Mel. I’m so sorry. If I could rewind time and be a better roommate, a better friend to you, I totally would.” My head turned down, and I stared at my lap. “I guess I just suck all around, huh?”

  If Ash was here, she’d heartily agree. I needed to have a heart-to-heart with that one too, hopefully over winter break. But first I had to get through this thing with Dean and pass my exams. The latter seemed pretty freaking impossible, since class and studying had been the last things on my mind. At least I’d done most of my final papers, although Mel wasn’t around to critique them.

  I’d make it. Maybe.

  My eyes went to the clock hanging on the wall above the bathroom door, the bathroom which Mel couldn’t even use—yeah, didn’t want to go into specifics there. Ew. It was about time for me to head out, anyways. I wanted to get to the rec after Dean and his friends did. Plus, it had snowed outside a bit, so traffic might be slow.

  “I have to go, but I promise, I’ll be back.” I got up, swearing to myself that even if her parents moved her stuff out, I would always be back. I’d keep visiting her, bugging her, until she opened those eyes again, until she no longer blamed herself for what happened.