Page 8 of Make Me, Break Me

And I wanted to be ready for her when she came to find me on that front.

Not that I objected to extra time between the sheets—or in any other room at her place or mine midweek, that being the overall goal—but she wouldn’t be getting cock off me that easily just because she was horny.

If she got horny after what I just did to her, assuming I got it right. From the way she purred and sighed as I crept out of her dorm room after pressing a tender kiss to her temple, passing her roommate, Margot, in the hallway who made eyes at me as we crossed paths and pretended each other didn’t exist, I didn’t think I missed the mark.

Okay, so maybe I had a secondary goal: make Zinzi Jones fall head over heels for me the way I’d already tumbled for her.

Long, long ago.

This was the girl I’d do anything for, and I knew it. Now, I needed to make sure she felt the same way about me. If that meant providing her with an unlimited source of orgasms in a campaign to redefine our Friday night fuck fests and their purpose, then so be it.

I had a midweek game plan too, but that could wait for phase two. Or maybe three. I wanted to see how she reacted to this part of the plan first.

Throwing my varsity jacket over my shoulders that just fit, I shoved my hands into my pockets and tucked my chin against the night’s bitter chill, hightailing it across campus to my own room. Why we couldn't be a simple building apart, I had no idea. It was like Rippton was determined to make my walk of shame as cold and as long as possible in the worst months of the year.

Muttering obscenities to myself and flexing my fingers in a bid to regain feeling to my fingertips, I pushed my door open and came face to face with three men who did not belong in my room whatsoever.

Beau Bennett rested his overpriced Kingsman frat worthy ass against the edge of my sofa. His lip curled up like he wanted to beanywhere else. I’d clocked his attention on my girl earlier in the week when I caught up with Zin crossing the common and kissed the shit out of her to prove another point—apparently I was all sharp edges this month.

The billionaire dark horse prince of Rippton U and head of the Kingman frat house as well as captain of the lacrosse team, I could deal with. The other two?—

They were a different matter.

Two blond twins, so close in looks they were beyond identical, stood in my shared, L-shaped kitchenette. One flipped his phone in his hands, while his brother toyed with my knife block.

A visit from Key and Kash Laurent was never a good omen.

I shut the door gently and prayed Nelson wasn’t at home. “Falcon's out with his father at some beach on the coast. He should be back next week,” I added softly as I hung my jacket on the hook behind the door. Every movement I made, I kept casual, my tone remaining relaxed and light.

Turning my back to these three predators felt like the grossest neglect, but then, no amount of watching would keep me alive if the twins decided to wade into that arena. It wouldn’t matter how many scratches there were beneath my name on the post if the knives came out of the block because these boys didn’t play nice, and I already fought dirty.

I’d still lose.

And Beau Bennett would dance in my blood before he left my room. That was the sort of twisted fucker he was. Falcon Gianio wasn’t the only mafia prince at Rippton U, though he and Beau traditionally gave each other a wide berth—until right now.

The corners of Beau’s mouth flickered up. “We aren’t here for Falcon.”

Double fuck.I really hoped Nelson wasn’t at home.

His lordship chose that moment to waltz right through the too narrow hallway connecting our bedrooms wearing nothing but a towel and a white and pink spotted bowtie—don’t ask. I stopped over a year ago.

Beau jerked his head once. The twins moved with the sort of grace and synchronicity that would make a ballerina turn all the shades of Kermit.

Two blond heads, so white they were almost pigmentless, glided toward my roommate like they were ghostly shadows. The barest shout left my throat before a hand closed on mine and I had my own fight to deal with.

I shoved Beau’s chin back, losing sight of Nelson instantly, but determined to do some sort of damage to his spine as he seemed intent on flattening my esophagus. None of that mattered as I twisted my head in time to see the twins close in on my utterly naive and unaware roommate who went down like a sack of flour the moment they ran right over him.

Nelson’s name died a short and abrupt death on my lips as I wheezed and finally managed to roll Beau beneath me. My fist slammed into the carpet in the place where his head had been a second before the hard barrel of a gun pressed to my midsection.

“I’m sure you’re attached to whatever is right here, so I’d stop, now.” Beau spoke slow, clear and fucking loud.

No one could miss the threat in that sentence.

I leaned back in my straddle over him, my hands raised, but I didn't look at the man who could end my life with one feathered finger on his trigger. If he wanted to do that, I’d be dead already. My gaze locked onto the twins who dragged a dazed and naked—apart from the bow tie, of course—Nelson into the middle of the living area.

“What the fuck did he do to you?” I addressed Beau without taking my eyes off the twins.

Whatever they did to Nelson, I’d revisit on them tenfold. I made the overprotective promise in an instant. Nelson might be annoying, he might be frustrating, but at the end of the day he was just a weird kid who never quite fit in. And he wasn’t an asshole. I could have worse for a housemate.

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