So I tap Evie’s shoulder and say, “Hey, can I come to that party you’re going to?”
She turns around and frowns, confused. “What? Are you serious?”
“Yeah, why not? Should be fun, right?”
Evie pulls down her outfit, prepping her hair while she checks the clock. It’s almost eight, which means time to party. “I don’t know. I thought you didn’t like parties.”
“Well, same goes for you, and you seem to have adapted pretty quickly,” I retort.
“Amber showed me how fun it can be.”
“And you can show me how fun it’ll be,” I say with a wink.
She chuckles, shaking her head. “Okay, if you’re sure. The more the merrier.”
“Yay!” I throw myself around her neck and hug her so tight she almost chokes.
“Can’t. Breathe,” she murmurs.
“I’m copying your hug,” I say, squishing her one last time before releasing her.
She laughs. “Thanks, we needed another me in this room.” She grabs a pair of earrings and hands them to me. “Put these on. They look pretty on you. And go get dressed. We have a party to go to!”
♥♥♥
A few hours later …
The music is blasting through the speakers, which would normally make me crazy, but I’m having a heck of a time right now. I’m dancing to the beat, bumping butts with Evie while making crazy moves on the dance floor. We’re having an awesome time together, which surprises me a lot. If I’d known it’d be this cool to go to a party with friends, I would’ve gone a long time ago. The trick is to ignore the people you hate and pretend you’re all alone with your friends.
I’ve even been drinking beer on Evie’s recommendation. I’ve never felt this relaxed and happy before. I think I’ve downed three or four since we came here, but I can’t tell anymore. I’ve lost count, but I don’t care. This is a fun way to spend time off from studying and away from Hunter. The music and booze make me forget he’s not here.
Suddenly, I’m feeling very nauseous. Like, seriously nauseous. It comes out of nowhere and I immediately feel the urge to run to a toilet and puke.
“I have to barf,” I say, pulling Evie’s dress.
“Crap; want me to come with you?”
I nod, my body covered in goose bumps as I feel the bile rising. Shit. Drinking that much in one night was bad. Very bad.
“You’ll be okay, right?” Evie asks Amber.
“Yeah, go help her out. I’ll sit down there.” Amber points at a chair.
Evie tries to kiss her on the cheek, but I drag her out of the room with me. As soon as I find the nearest toilet, I sink to my knees in front of it and throw up everything I’ve been drinking and eating.
Evie holds up my hair, handing me a wet piece of toilet paper.
“Thanks,” I say, wiping my face. She helps me get up so I can rinse my mouth with water. It tastes disgusting, and it almost makes me want to puke again. God, I’ve never felt this horrible so suddenly.
“Yeah … I think you’ve had enough to drink for tonight,” she says.
“Fuck … my head hurts,” I mumble, resting my face on the restroom counter. Everything is spinning and I’m feeling so goddamn dizzy. I need to lie down.
“How about we get you back to your dorm room?”
“Yeah … I should do that,” I say. “You go back to your girlfriend. I can walk back on my own.”
“You sure?” she asks as she gives me my purse.
“Yeah, we’re still on campus, I know the way here. Go back to the party and enjoy. I’ve had enough for tonight.”
“Right … Go get some rest, okay?” She pats my back and then walks me out.
“Thanks, I’ll see you later,” I say before I turn around and walk across the pavement to my own building. When she closes the door I relax again, knowing I won’t have to put extra effort into walking straight, because I feel wasted. My feet feel wobbly and I can barely walk in a straight line. It surprises me that I manage to get to my own dorm and walk up the stairs. Walls suddenly make for good support.
I’m amazed I make it to my room in one piece. Especially because I feel like puking again.
But when I open my door, I’m blown away with shock.
Hunter’s standing in the middle of my room, and when he turns around, his rage-filled face scares me.
“Where the fuck were you?” he yells, stepping closer.
I immediately put my hands up, not thinking about the fact that I was using the door as support. I almost buckle over.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, catching me before I tumble over. “What the hell have you been doing?” He leans in, smelling me. Oh shit.
“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?”
“I, uh …” I wriggle myself free from his arms. “Doesn’t matter; what are you doing here anyway? I wasn’t expecting you. You really scared me there.”
“I came here to see my fucking girlfriend, but you didn’t open the door. So I came in and you weren’t there.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “God! Do you have any idea how worried I was?”
I sit down on my bed, my head still spinning like crazy.
“And now I’m even more worried,” he says as I drop down onto the bed with a big smile.
“You’re shitfaced,” he says, sighing.
I giggle. “No, I’m not.”
“Jesus Christ. I leave you here with these girls and you’re already screwing yourself up.”
“Hey, it’s not their fault.”
“No? Was it your idea then?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. I wanted to go to a party with them.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You? The shy, insecure girl?”
“Yeah? Why? Is that so hard to believe?” I ask, sitting up again.
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, it is, especially when you’re going without me.”
“Hey, I can have fun without you.”
“Oh, really? I can tell.” He laughs at me when I blink a couple of times from the nausea.
“Not funny …” I mumble. “I think I have to puke again.”
Before I know it, I’m already on my knees in front of my toilet, emptying what’s left inside my stomach, which isn’t much.
Hunter keeps my hair away, grabbing a wet towel for me.
“Fuck this. I leave you alone for a couple of days and you turn all crazy on me.”
“I’m not crazy,” I say.
“Yeah, you are. I’m not letting you out of my sight until you’re back to normal again.”
“What?” I snarl.
He smirks. “I’m staying over tonight. And you bet your ass I’m not leaving this room until tomorrow morning when I feed you my famous scrambled eggs.”
“Uhhh …” I groan, getting sick all over again. “Looking forward to it.”
“You’d better.”
♥♥♥
Hunter
A few days later …
After her little dance party I made sure to keep an eye on her health. She hasn’t been herself lately, not since we had our big blowout, and it’s starting to worry me. She’s been eating out with her friends a lot, and those parties she’s going to are pissing me off. I get that she’s trying to fit in and have some fun with her friends, but getting drunk was downright reckless. If I was there, I never would’ve let her drink that much. Heck, I’m not sure I would’ve let her have any alcohol at all. I hate that fucking shit, knowing what it does to people. Not a pretty sight.
I think she’s doing it because she misses having me around. It must be hard for her being on campus without me. I mean, I was her biggest distraction, and now that I’m gone, it must feel very empty. Not to mention that it’s boring without me.
So I started bringing her along to my fights, have her be around something other than books and nerds all day. Besides, it’s a great way to get her used to the idea that I’m fighting. This is what brings in the money, and I have to do it, but I know she’s still hav
ing trouble accepting it.
That’s why it’s important for her to see me win, and oh yes, I will win this match.
My opponent tries to kick me, but I grab his leg and pull it from underneath him. His head thuds on the cage floor as I throw myself on top of him. We wrestle on the ground for a while, but I have the upper hand when he’s flipped and his back is against me. With the socket of my elbow squeezing his esophagus and my body blocking his arms, he has no choice but to give up.
The crowd goes mad for me as the ref calls the first round and declares me as the winner. Smirking, I get up from the floor and make a fist in the air, showing off how fucking awesome I am. My Leafy is watching me, and when my gaze settles on her, the predator in me comes out to play. My body surges from the adrenaline, and I roar with pride. Seeing the gloating look on her face makes me hungry for more. I want to rip him to shreds and show her that nothing can harm me, that I’m invincible, and that I’m the best there is. Maybe it’s cocky, maybe it’s primitive, or maybe it’s both. I just feel this crazy need to prove myself to her, because I want her to look at me and feel like she is the luckiest girl in the world. Just like how I feel when I look at her.
She’s eating a hotdog, but takes a break from stuffing food in her mouth when she sees me looking at her. I chuckle, because she’s been eating the entire day. I guess it’s stressful for her to watch me fight, but it’s kind of cute too. She claps for me with an appreciative grin on her face, and when I wink at her, the crowd screams as if it was directed at them. Of course, I only save my winks for her.
After the match is over I finally get to see her again. She jogs down from the bleachers as I walk toward her, wiping the sweat off my face. I don’t want her to have to hug a smelly man. She throws herself onto me, surprising me as she twines her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
“God, I was so worried,” she says.
I chuckle, wrapping my arms around her. “What for? I won’t lose.” I grin as she looks at me. “But I could get used to you jumping my bones like that.”
She rolls her eyes and buries her head in my neck, kissing my ear. “I almost can’t believe you’re making so much money with this. It feels too good to be true.”
“I know. I’m still amazed, but at the same time I know this is what I’m supposed to do.”
I put her down on the floor and grab her hand, pulling it to my lips for a kiss. “And when you’re here, I fucking know it for sure.”
She giggles. “I have to admit, I like watching you.”
With a smug smile I say, “I knew it …”
“Hey, I’m just enjoying the fact that my guy has found his calling.”
She tries to pull her hand away from my lips because I’ve been smothering it with kisses, but I won’t let her go. Instead, I pull her closer and grab her ass, pinning her against my chest. “No, you just like to watch my muscles.”
Her cheeks glow red hot, and her jaw drops, but I know that, regardless of what comes out, it’s the truth. “I never said that.”
“You don’t need to say it. I can tell from that horny look in your eyes.” I bite my lip as she gasps. I love watching her blush. It’s one of life’s perks.
“Oh my God!” she says.
“No … the name’s Hunter,” I say, and then I lock my mouth on hers before she can say anything else.
She doesn’t resist, which gives me all the more reason to continue kissing her. I can’t get enough of her sweet taste. My appetite has been humongous ever since I started fighting. It’s like all the adrenaline and rage fuels my desire for her. My lips burn with need for hers, constantly seeking more of her attention, her lips, her tongue. I need it now.
My cock twitches in my pants, ready for some action. I need to de-stress and this is the perfect way. I hope she’s ready for me, because I need her body now. I need to release all the energy stored inside me and I’m too horny to take my hands off her.
I inhale her scent as I take my lips off hers for a second. Her smell immediately makes me want to ravage her again. An animal-like groan escapes my mouth as I suck on my lip, trying to gauge if she’s into it or not. I mean, I don’t want to do anything against her will and all. Although, it’s not like she can resist either.
Her head tilts upward, her lips meeting mine, desperate to get closer. Hovering right in front of her, I plant one long, soft kiss on the edge of her lip, pushing her against me, making her feel my hard-on.
A quieted moan slips from her mouth and she closes her eyes as my mouth moves away. Dragging my lips to her neck, I give her a wet, hot kiss on that special place that makes her surrender.
“I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” I whisper close to her ear. I don’t give a shit if anyone’s watching, but for her sake, I pull her to the locker room. My hands are all over her, and I don’t intend to stop anytime soon.
Her breath hitches in her throat as I grab her ass firmly and push her against a locker. I start ravaging her with my mouth, kissing her everywhere I can, licking her skin as I go along.
“Oh … fuck me,” she whispers.
“Yes, I will,” I murmur against her lips.
“N-now?” she stutters, so affected by what I’m doing with my mouth that she can barely form words. My hands drift under her shirt, not wasting any time as I grasp at her tits.
“Now,” I growl, nipping at her lips.
Grabbing her hand, I drag her away from the lockers and into the showers. This place can be closed off from the rest of the room, which means more privacy, which is exactly what I’ll need with what I’m planning to do to her. And she’ll love every fucking minute of it: that I can guarantee.
CHAPTER 21
CELEBRATING VICTORY
Autumn
I’m no match for Hunter’s rough, muscular hand as he drags me into the showers and locks the door. I don’t know what he’s planning to do, but I secretly like the idea. A lot. When I see him like this, naked, buffed chest, sexy abs, and gorgeous, dark, glistening skin I can’t help but lick my lips at the thought of having him. Sweat drips from his body as he stalks toward me. I gulp, watching his rippling muscles move as he does. God, he’s so beautiful. I still can’t believe he’s mine.
With his gray eyes he ensnares me in his trap. I stay put in the middle of the room as he stands in front of me and hooks his fingers under my shirt, pulling it over my head.
“Shower with me,” he says, taking off my glasses and putting them on a shelf.
Then he leans in and plants hot kisses all over my sternum and the swell of my breasts, cupping them with his hands. He ravishes me with his mouth as if he’s too hungry and wants to be in all places at the same time.
He’s viciously quick. His hands move to my back and unhook my bra, letting it drop to the floor. His mouth locks over my nipples before I have a chance to even take a breath of air. I gasp as he suckles them harshly, biting a little, too.
“Why do you have to taste so damn good? I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs against my hardened peaks, the vibration arousing me. I writhe in his arms, wanting more of his touch and lips.
He moves back up to my lips and takes them hungrily. Pushing his hips against mine, he rubs his hard-on against me. I get all hot and bothered just from feeling it. Feeling his need for me is the biggest turn-on there is.
Our lips never unlock and our tongues never stop their furious battle. He fumbles with the button of my jeans, a growl escaping his mouth when it’s not going quick enough. With one jerk, he has my jeans and panties on the floor. Desire takes control as I do the same with him, stripping him of all his clothes. But when I get to the floor, looking up at his hugeness, I can only stare and blink. God, how I want that. I’ve only ever touched him, but I’m more and more inclined to try something else out. I’ve been dying to taste him. I want to know what it feels like to have him in my mouth and make him as delirious as he makes me when he makes me come. I want to do the same to him.
But before I have a
chance to do anything, Hunter reaches for me and pulls me up to eye level again. Holding me steadily, he pushes us back to the shower and turns on the knob. When the hot water cascades down on me, I gasp, goose bumps scattering across my body.
“Hmm …”
When I open my eyes, I catch Hunter staring at my boobs.
“Hey! This isn’t a peepshow.”
“Gimme some slack, I fought hard for you,” he says with a devious smile on his face. “I deserved a little attention. Besides, your body is too good not to stare at.” He bites his lip in such a cocky way that it makes me want to grab his hard-on and let him know that I feel exactly the same way about him.
Brushing his fingers through his hair, he steps underneath the shower with me. His beautiful, muscular torso draws my attention as rivulets of water stream down his body. I follow the water down to his belly button and then to his very erect cock. It springs to life the moment my eyes catch sight of it, bumping up and down. I lift my head only to come face to face with Hunter, who’s eyeing me peculiarly.
“Had a nice look?” he asks.
I smash my lips together, but I can’t prevent a smile from appearing on my face. “Maybe.”
An arrogant half-smile curves his lips as he cocks his head. “I like it when you look at my junk.”
I laugh. “Hmm …. There are a lot of things I like about you.”
“I bet you like this cock a lot.” He pushes his cock forward, rubbing it against my thigh, making me wet and hot with desire. I bite my lip, looking down at it, wanting to feel it, wanting to taste it. Arousal takes control of me as I reach for the tip and take him in my hand.
“Oh … You’re too good for me,” he says, licking his lips as I move my hand up and down his shaft.
“I want this,” I say, hungrily eyeing his cock.
“Hmm … You don’t know how fucking horny it makes me when you say that.” A sly grin slowly appears on his face as he closes his eyes, and I can tell there’s something he’s hiding.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, rubbing him faster.
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