Page 47 of Sinister

I spot Chaser and rush toward him when his gaze catches onto me and a look of concern colors his features. He steps away from the group and strides toward me, holding out his arms.

“Are you okay?” He catches me and holds me against him.

“No. I’m not,” I breathe into his shirt, his muscled arms tightening.

“What the fuck’s going on?” I hear Connor’s voice.

“No idea, man. She just came running around the corner.”

I pull out of Chaser’s firm grip. “I’m okay. I think someone was following me, that’s all.” I swallow the golf ball sized lump lodged tightly in my throat.

Rome scales the barrier that’s placed to mark out the outside seating area of the bar and rushes over to see what’s going on. He must see the sheer panic in my eyes because he indicates for the rest of the frat guys to come over. “What happened?” He presses up into my side and wraps a protective arm around my waist.

“Some fucker was following her,” Chaser says, his tone turning murderous.

“What the hell? Who?” Rome pulls me in tighter.

“Don’t worry about it.” All the guys have gathered around us.

Rome steers me through the group, around the barrier to where Sin sits drinking his whiskey ignoring the rest of us. “Sit here.” Rome pushes me into a chair.

“I’m fine. I just got spooked from the wind. It was nothing but my imagination.” I grab his hand and stop him from walking back out to the guys.

Glancing down at me, his eyes dart to Sin and back, and I know what he’s thinking, because I’m thinking the same. All I want to do is kiss him. I can see the need in his gaze as his stare locks with mine. We haven’t seen each other since last night and it’s really fucked that Sin has dumb rules about his best friend seeing me.

“I’m going to check it out. This sick fuck who has been harassing you needs to be taught a lesson.” Anger rolls off him. “Watch over her.” He points to Sin, their unspoken exchange not going unnoticed, before he lets go of my hand and strides off after the guys.

I watch them as they march down the road like vigilantes, turning the corner and heading toward my stalker, wondering if they’ll find him. He’s probably long gone now, happy that he found me again. Flashes of his balaclava blur my vision and the foreign ache between my legs as he drove his cock into me, causing me pain, plays in my mind. Mixed feelings of hatred, disgust and lust tear through me like a tornado that has collected various objects in its path. Feelings I’m so confused about.

“Damsel in distress suits you.” Sin peers over his tumbler, his bored expression oozes asshole.

“Fuck you, Sin. Don’t you have a queen to go entertain?”

“Apparently I’ve been tasked to watch over you, something I take very seriously.” His expression remains blank and unreadable. His attention returns to his glass of whiskey.

“I don’t need you watching over me.” I cross my arms and glance at the road.

“Seems like Rome thinks you do and who am I to go against what my best friend wants?” The double meaning of his words doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Stop talking. I can’t with you right now. I need a drink.” My eye twitches in irritation as I get up and stalk inside to the bar. I order myself a white Russian and a share size platter of fries since I’m starving.

The smell of beer permeates the air which is typical for a place like this with its carpet flooring. The live band is really fucking loud and it hurts my head. I try to zone it out as I wait for my drink but it’s near impossible. Closing my eyes, it eases the overwhelming noise somehow, and rests my brain.

I’m startled and nearly gasp when arms wrap around my waist, but I soon realize it’s Rome. “Hey,” he says into my ear.

“Hey.” I grin and place my hands on his arms.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“Don’t be silly. It was nothing.” I crane my neck to look up at him.

“You don’t get a say in this.” He shakes his head at me.

My drink is placed in front of me along with a buzzer for when my food will be ready to collect. Rome grabs both and waits for me to turn around. I look up at him and his lip is drawn up at the corner, a sultry smirk decorating his face. “What?”

Without speaking, he kisses me deeply, his tongue chases mine, his lips desperate for me. Desire pirouettes throughout my entire body, making me hum and buzz from the memory of him inside me last night. He pulls away suddenly, leaving me needing more of him. “That.” His eyes are hooded and needy.

“Can we go back to the frat house?” I breathe out heavily.

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