Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
He gives Roman a little salute. “I want to help. I have to go meet Rayne for a date, but please call me if you need anything.”
“Where are you and Rayne headed for your date?”
Hunter smiles. “I’m taking him to laser tag, and I’m going to whoop his ass. I like when he gets competitive with me, because at first he’s all silently pissed off at me, and then we fuck it out later.”
I laugh, reaching up to give him a high-five. “So hot.”
“It’s very hot, and very fun.”
“Have a good night,” I tell him. “And thank you so much, Hunter. I don’t deserve it, but everyone here has been so kind to me.”
“You totally deserve it, Landrey,” he calls back as he walks away. “Be kinder to yourself, kid!”
He walks off into the crowd and it’s just me and Roman again.
“Your squats were perfect today,” he tells me, shoving his phone into his pocket as we start to walk toward the locker room. “Fuck, we need to figure this shit out. Tonight, we’ll meet with Maks. Tomorrow, you should join me in the library and we’ll look up crime news articles from that area of New York he takes pictures in.”
“Fuck no,” I protest. “Not tomorrow night. Fall Lantern Fair. Remember?”
“We need to take this seriously.”
“Well, I need to go have fun with the rest of the guys. He’s not even near the campus right now. Ollie told me he was going to bring green apple vodka in a flask tomorrow.”
“Shitty cheap liquor, when we have better at home?”
“Fuck you,” I tell him, anger rising in my voice.
“You have no care for your own safety.”
“You have no regard for my fucking freedom,” I tell him. “I haven’t gone out a single night this week because I always stay home to be safe. Nothing’s going to happen to me at a festival on campus, especially if you’re with me.”
“And look at you. Alive. Safe. Following my rules.”
My throat tightens all of a sudden.
I won’t let any tears fall. Not in front of him. But I’m so fucking sick of this.
I look down at the ground, refusing to meet his eyes.
“I have to live my life, Roman,” I say, my voice going a little hoarse at the end. I finally look back up at him, giving him a pleading look.
When his expression doesn’t budge, I give up.
I walk off in front of him, pushing past him to go into the locker room.
Roman follows me in, walking over to the showers, where I’m already standing in a stall with the spray of the shower getting hot.
I strip naked, and he looks over the short, tile wall that separates my stall from his.
He’s tall enough that the wall only goes up to the bottom of his chest.
He looks down, getting a straight line of vision to my cock.
“We will go for one hour tomorrow night,” he tells me.
I exhale.
Good.
Once we’re at the Fall Lantern Fair, Roman will have fun, and I’ll be able to convince him to stay way longer than an hour, I’m sure.
I just needed to get him to budge.
“Thank you,” I tell him. “Thought I was going to have to fight you for it.”
“You could not fight me.”
I step under the hot spray of the shower, getting my hair wet, and he does the same in his stall.
“Bullshit,” I tell him. “I know you’re bigger, but I could still take you by surprise.”
I’m shocked when I hear him puff out a laugh. It’s such a rare thing to hear, and when he does it for me, it’s my own little glimmering reward.
He’s looking over the stall divider at me, his eyes going up and down my body. “You? Take me by surprise?”
I lift an eyebrow at him. “Yes. Me. We can try later, if you want. If we spar, I could get you on the ground.”
“I don’t know why you say things like this.”
“Because it gets you to laugh, and I fucking love that.”
He reaches his hand over the wall and shoves his fingers in my wet hair, ruffling it up and then pulling away.
My cock perks up at his touch, and I don’t bother turning away.
If he wants to keep looking over here at me, I’ll let him.
I know our night in the grass was just a one-time thing, and he was just getting out aggression, forcing me to suck him off as a show of dominance… but I still want his eyes on me.
I reach for my cock and stroke it a couple of times, and when I glance back up at him, I expect him to scowl and turn away.
But he doesn’t.
His eyes linger on my dick, and it amplifies my arousal.
“I’m going to do something about this,” I say, squeezing my base hard. “Giving you fair warning, so don’t get mad at me if you’re the one staring.”