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My words are cut off when a blur flies at the guy, knocking him off his feet. Kerian straddles the man’s chest and rains down punch after punch to his face. He tries to push Kerian off, but he’s no match for a quarterback who does weight training for breakfast.

“Don’t—ever—fucking—touch—him—again!” Kerian punctuates every word with a punch, beating him to a pulp.

I watch in morbid fascination. I abhor violence, other than when I’m on the field, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the display in front of me.

It takes a moment to realize that Kerian is doing this…for me.Because the man touched me, if his threats are anything to go by.

“Kerian, enough,” I shout, grabbing his arm before he can land another blow.

He meets my gaze, his pupils dilating before returning to their natural size. “This?—”

A crowd has formed around Kerian’s assault and a bouncer pushes through, cracking his knuckles. “You two!” he points to me and Kerian. “Let’s go. You’re out of here tonight!”

Kerian looks in a mood to go another few rounds, but I grab him and pull him off the guy before the bouncer tries to touch him. “We’re going,” I shout over the music. “We’re out of here.”

I hustle Kerian out the door, glancing back at the man on the floor. He’s sitting up, shooting daggers at us, but he’s alive and coherent, so I take that as a win. He’s all fucked up, with his broken nose and busted lip, but he’ll live.

When we get outside, Kerian snatches away from me and speed walks down an alley, pushing his hands through his hair. I follow him, though I’m not sure what I’m going to say when we’re alone.

I’m so fucking confused. Nothing about this entire night makes sense, including me wanting to make sure Kerian is okay after beating the shit out of someone.

“Kerian, wait,” I say, jogging over to him. “Slow down.”

I grab his arm and he spins around quickly, pushing me against the wall. “What the fuck?” I exclaim, expecting him to throw a punch at me. I’ve never been in a fight in my life, but I’ll defend myself if I have to.

He presses into me, putting a knee between my legs. It’s only then that I notice my cock is rock hard. Did I get off on seeing Kerian fight someone for me? Fuck, I am so fucking confused right now.

He drags his nose up my jaw, breathing me in. “What did he say to you?”

A shudder leaves me as I rest my hands on his waist. The same place I had them when he was fucking my throat hard enough to wreck my vocal cords. “He asked if I was in the bathroom, on my knees.”

Kerian growls, pressing in closer to me. “I should have really fucked him up more. Did you know him?” Kerian rolls his hips, his hard length pressing into me. My breathing hitches as I absorb his small thrusts, the memory of his cock down my throat making my dick twitch.

“No.” Even that one word, that onesyllable,sounds fucked out and raw.

God, I need to figure out what the fuck is going on. Kerian fucking Slade should not have this effect on me. He shouldn’t make me question my entire sexuality with one kiss. He shouldn’t have me on my knees in a fucking nightclub bathroom, giving him the first blow job of my life.

He shouldn’t have made melikeit.

Pulling back, Kerian’s gaze roams over my face, something flicking behind his eyes. He wraps a hand around my throat, applying pressure. I fuckingwhimper, a noise I didn’t think I was capable of. Fuck me, Kerian is making me do all kinds of shit I don’t normally do.

“Come home with me, Dimples. I can throat fuck you all night without waking that roommate of yours.”

He flicks his tongue over my ear, making me shiver. I want to answer his question, but my mind is fucking scrambled. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him no, I won’t come with him. That I don’t want him and don’t want to gag on his dick for the rest of the night. I want to tell him I didn’t like it.

Lies. All of it lies, but Kerian can’t know that. He already has my head fucked up enough.

I’m saved from giving an answer when Kerian’s phone suddenly rings. A growl percolates up his throat as he shoves his hand into his pocket to retrieve the device. He doesn’t take his eyes off me when he snaps, “Yeah?” into his phone.

If I wasn’t watching his face, I wouldn’t have noticed the change in his expression. His blue eyes shutter and the heat is replaced with something… dead. Something blank.

“Whatever.”

Kerian walks away as if he didn’t have me pinned against the wall, my dick throbbing for him.

“What the fuck, Slade?” I shout at his back, but he doesn’t turn around, doesn’t even pretend he heard me—just keeps walking with quick steps.

Shoving my hands through my hair, I adjust myself in my pants and push off the wall.

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