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He wriggles his eyebrows, making me laugh.

“In your dreams,” I say. I grab a pair of colorful skinny jeans and a white top. “Could you close the door?”

“Sure.” He kicks the door shut, but stays put himself, crossing his arms.

I pull my shirt over my head, and look back as I see him gazing at my back. I’m still wearing my bra, but the look in his eyes tells me he’s seeing me naked in front of him. He bites his lip, making me blush.

“Hey, I’m not giving a peep show!” I say, covering my chest area.

“I’ve already seen you. Nothing to be secretive about. Of course, I do love looking at you being naked.”

I turn around and throw the shirt in his direction. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“I told you I love to see you blush.”

“Turn around,” I retort.

“Fine. If I have to,” he says, and he closes his eyes indifferently.

I wait until he’s fully turned around before stepping out of my jeans and putting on my new clothes. Before I’m done I check the mirror to see if everything’s A-OK.

“You can open your eyes now,” I say, as I put some earrings in my ears.

He grins, grunting a little. My nipples react to the sound by hardening, and my pussy clenches with need as he wraps his arms around me and kisses the nape of my neck. “You look sexy.”

“Thanks,” I say, licking my lips as he leaves small pecks on my shoulder. He’s so skilled with his lips, he makes me shiver.

“I can barely wait to rip them off,” he murmurs close to my ear.

That’s it. I’m done for.

I close my eyes, turning into a meek lamb in his strong arms. “Let’s not go to the party. Let’s just stay here tonight,” I whisper.

“Hmm …” he murmurs, the sound putting me on edge. My clit is thumping again, just from having his hands on my belly.

“I want to make love,” I whisper.

He chuckles close to my ear, but it sounds more like a groan, too. It turns me on so much I feel the moisture between my legs building.

“As much as I’d like to take you up on that offer, there’s something I need to do at that party.”

I groan in annoyance.

“Don’t worry,” he says. “We’ll get there eventually, and when we do … I’m going to make love to you so hard, you’ll beg for mercy.”

I chuckle, and he lets go of me after a short, hot kiss on the cheek.

“Let’s go,” he says, and he grabs my hand and pulls me to the door.





Chapter 20


Colliding Forces



We drive to the party with Jaret’s car. I’m texting Evie the address, in case she’d like to come. Hunter’s been cracking his knuckles the entire time. I get scared just watching him do it. I wonder if he’s going to beat someone up again tonight. I wish I could hold him back, but I know I probably won’t be able to, even if I did show up in time.

Right before we enter the door to the house, which is a totally different location from last time, Hunter pulls me back and grabs me by the shoulder.

“One second,” he says.

“Mind if I go on ahead?” Jaret says.

“No problem. You go watch them carefully,” Hunter says, and they both nod as if they just made a pact or something.

“Pay attention,” he says, turning his face toward me again.

I frown at the blatant command.

“You wanted to come, but I want you to promise me something.”

“Okay,” I stammer. “What?”

“Do not under any circumstance talk with the people I’m involved with. Once I leave your side, don’t come after me. No matter what.”

“Are you kidding me?” I say with a scowl.

“I’m not. I don’t want you to get involved in this.”

I sigh, and he leans forward to look me in the eye. “I’ll spend as much time with you as I can, but once Jaret calls me, I have to leave. Please promise me you’ll just enjoy the party.”

I make a fist with my hand, looking the other way.

“Please?” he pleads, squeezing my flesh. “Don’t make me worry about you.”

“Fine, whatever,” I sigh. “Can we go in now?”

My heart is immediately weighed down by what I just said. I don’t at all intend to just let him slip away. I came here to find out why Hunter’s in this frat, and what he’s up to with Jaret. I won’t let him out of my sight.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he says. “Don’t take anything from anyone. Ever.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. No drugs. No drinks from someone else.”

“Right,” he says, and he winks. “You’re starting to get it.”