forest and sails
over the campus like a ghost.
I glance back at Melville House pumping like
a drum with its windows rattling from the noise. It’s taking all of
my strength, not to go back in there and rip Flanders’ balls out
from his throat.
“What happened?” I slip my arm around her
waist as we continue down the road.
“I don’t know.” She shakes her head. “It’s
weird because the Cooper Flanders I know doesn’t just manhandle
girls. Last I heard, he was taking Grayson to homecoming.” She
raises her shoulders to her ears. “I was talking to Carter, and the
next thing I knew Grayson backed into me—she waved at someone and
took off. Cooper was so wasted he lunged in my direction just as
she left and planted one on me.”
Aiming for Grayson and missed? Doubt it. I’m
damn sure Coop hit his target tonight.
“That’s probably it,” I say, brushing a kiss
over her cheek. “Coop’s way too nice a guy to go around attacking
girls, especially mine.” I’ll layer on the frosting, and make Coop
look like a hero. When they find him lying in a ditch, I’ll be the
last person Laken will suspect. Not that I’d kill the
bastard— injure maybe.
If that less than stellar performance he
gave on the field tonight is any indication, the varsity team won’t
be missing him too much, either.
Laken looks up me with her eyes filled with
fear.
“Hey”—I press a kiss over her temple—“let’s
get to Henderson before we freeze to death.” I rub her arm. “I’ll
get you something warm to drink.” And if all goes well, we’ll be
drinking each other down in less than an hour.
I pull her in close and examine her under
the pale light of the moon.
“I have something special to show you in my
room,” I whisper.
She licks her lips and gurgles out a
sexier-than-hell laugh.
“You’re a dirty boy, Wes. You know
that?”
“That’s not what I was going to show you.” I
hold back a smile. “But if you insist, I might give into your
demands.” My lips curve at the thought. “Anyway, I really hope
you’ll love it.”
“I love everything about you, Wesley
Parker.” She dots my lips with a kiss.
I wrap my arm back around her waist as we
head in the direction of Henderson Hall.
She loves everything about me.
Too bad she can’t remember my name.
Laken nuzzles against me, blowing kisses in
my ear all the way up the steps to Henderson. Her hair holds the
scent of vanilla and flowers, a country meadow blinks through my
mind like some long forgotten dream that I struggle to
remember.
It’s warm inside, toasty and well heated
from the fire. The downstairs lights are dimmed just enough to give
it a romantic feel—a code that lets me know one of my dorm brothers
is about to get laid.
“I’m freezing.” Laken takes off toward the
fireplace before I can stop her.
A tangle of bodies writhe over one another,
then leap apart as Laken lets out a high-pitched scream.
Fletch and some chick with a rack the size
of grapefruits scramble to cover themselves. It’s only when she
looks up do I see it’s Carter.
“Shit, Laken.” Fletch tosses his shirt at
her as he holds a pillow over his manhood. I know what I’ll be
tossing in the fire later. “Can you scream any louder? I think I
still have some hearing in my right ear.”
“Oh stop, Fletch.” Carter buttons up her
blouse. “She probably saw that log between your legs, and nobody
wants to see their brother’s junk. Isn’t that right?”
“Excuse me.” Laken groans before bolting for
the kitchen. “I’ll be washing my eyes out with soap.”
Soap. Maybe as a courtesy she could gargle
with it, too. Just knowing Flanders defiled her makes me want to
vomit. Speaking of Flanders, didn’t she say she was with Carter
before he dove into her mouth?
“How long have you two been here?” I ask,
curious as hell as to when their private party began.
“Since the game ended in tragedy.” Carter
slides into Fletch and pulls a blanket over
over the campus like a ghost.
I glance back at Melville House pumping like
a drum with its windows rattling from the noise. It’s taking all of
my strength, not to go back in there and rip Flanders’ balls out
from his throat.
“What happened?” I slip my arm around her
waist as we continue down the road.
“I don’t know.” She shakes her head. “It’s
weird because the Cooper Flanders I know doesn’t just manhandle
girls. Last I heard, he was taking Grayson to homecoming.” She
raises her shoulders to her ears. “I was talking to Carter, and the
next thing I knew Grayson backed into me—she waved at someone and
took off. Cooper was so wasted he lunged in my direction just as
she left and planted one on me.”
Aiming for Grayson and missed? Doubt it. I’m
damn sure Coop hit his target tonight.
“That’s probably it,” I say, brushing a kiss
over her cheek. “Coop’s way too nice a guy to go around attacking
girls, especially mine.” I’ll layer on the frosting, and make Coop
look like a hero. When they find him lying in a ditch, I’ll be the
last person Laken will suspect. Not that I’d kill the
bastard— injure maybe.
If that less than stellar performance he
gave on the field tonight is any indication, the varsity team won’t
be missing him too much, either.
Laken looks up me with her eyes filled with
fear.
“Hey”—I press a kiss over her temple—“let’s
get to Henderson before we freeze to death.” I rub her arm. “I’ll
get you something warm to drink.” And if all goes well, we’ll be
drinking each other down in less than an hour.
I pull her in close and examine her under
the pale light of the moon.
“I have something special to show you in my
room,” I whisper.
She licks her lips and gurgles out a
sexier-than-hell laugh.
“You’re a dirty boy, Wes. You know
that?”
“That’s not what I was going to show you.” I
hold back a smile. “But if you insist, I might give into your
demands.” My lips curve at the thought. “Anyway, I really hope
you’ll love it.”
“I love everything about you, Wesley
Parker.” She dots my lips with a kiss.
I wrap my arm back around her waist as we
head in the direction of Henderson Hall.
She loves everything about me.
Too bad she can’t remember my name.
Laken nuzzles against me, blowing kisses in
my ear all the way up the steps to Henderson. Her hair holds the
scent of vanilla and flowers, a country meadow blinks through my
mind like some long forgotten dream that I struggle to
remember.
It’s warm inside, toasty and well heated
from the fire. The downstairs lights are dimmed just enough to give
it a romantic feel—a code that lets me know one of my dorm brothers
is about to get laid.
“I’m freezing.” Laken takes off toward the
fireplace before I can stop her.
A tangle of bodies writhe over one another,
then leap apart as Laken lets out a high-pitched scream.
Fletch and some chick with a rack the size
of grapefruits scramble to cover themselves. It’s only when she
looks up do I see it’s Carter.
“Shit, Laken.” Fletch tosses his shirt at
her as he holds a pillow over his manhood. I know what I’ll be
tossing in the fire later. “Can you scream any louder? I think I
still have some hearing in my right ear.”
“Oh stop, Fletch.” Carter buttons up her
blouse. “She probably saw that log between your legs, and nobody
wants to see their brother’s junk. Isn’t that right?”
“Excuse me.” Laken groans before bolting for
the kitchen. “I’ll be washing my eyes out with soap.”
Soap. Maybe as a courtesy she could gargle
with it, too. Just knowing Flanders defiled her makes me want to
vomit. Speaking of Flanders, didn’t she say she was with Carter
before he dove into her mouth?
“How long have you two been here?” I ask,
curious as hell as to when their private party began.
“Since the game ended in tragedy.” Carter
slides into Fletch and pulls a blanket over
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