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Probably a birthday present.

My hand dives into my pocket and I pull out the knife I keep there. Once I make sure there’s no cameras pointed at me, I proceed to slash her back tires with a grin.

It makes me feel better, and I’m silently congratulating myself as I drive away… because at the end of the day, I know for a fact I won’t be the one blamed for it.

A jilted boyfriend, though? Well… yeah. Zander might be getting a pissed-off call come morning.

ChapterThree

ZANDER

“Fuck,”I groan, my forehead pressed against the door and my hand wrapped around my dick.

As soon as Kerian left my room, I hustled to shove my spit soaked palm into my pants to get myself off. It’s sick,he’ssick, but I couldn’t stop myself.

As soon as my hand comes in contact with my dick, my balls draw up to my body and my knees buckle. How the fuck does he have that effect on me?

I fucking hate Kerian. Always have. I don’t like confrontation. I’d rather keep the peace and go on about my business. The hype around both of us being sophomore starters was background noise. I figured we could get past the bullshit of a rivalry, and well, maybe not be friends, but not be openly hostile to each other either. But Kerian always poked at me and got under my skin. Years later, he still hasn’t stopped.

Now he’s getting under my skin in a different way. In a way that makes me question everything I thought I knew.

I’ve never thought about a man while my hand was wrapped around my dick. I’ve never wanted to know what they looked like when I was peering up at them from my knees. None of those thoughts ever crossed my mind until I slammed my lips on Kerian’s.

What a stupid thing to do. I thought I’d make Megan… I don’t know, not jealous, but pissed off? Annoyed? After her devious smile when she was wrapped around Justin, I needed to dosomething. But I didn’t think that something would be kissing a man and realizing my dick wanted more.

“Fuck, Kerian,” I groan, my eyes slammed shut as I play back his blue gaze boring into me while he had me choked against my door. I’ve never been the type to be manhandled.Ido the manhandling, tossing girls around while I fuck them hard.

But what Kerian did to me? How he made me feel so small when we’re almost the same size? He handled me like I was as light as a feather.

That shouldn’t have been so fucking hot.

The feel of his spit on my cock—the spit he gave me because he knew I would do exactly this—sends sparks of pleasure licking across my skin, and before I know it, my back bows and I come on my hand and against my dorm room door.

I milk myself, hissing and moaning as I drain my balls.

My head swims after I’ve pulled every last drop from my body. I sag against the door, trying to catch my breath after such an intense orgasm.

Realization slams into me and I snatch my hand from my cock, scrubbing it on my shirt. “Fucking fuck,” I snarl, looking at the large glob of cum I wiped on myself.

I rush to my bedside drawer and grab some baby wipes then hurry back over. If my roommate comes back and sees what is undeniably jizz on our door, he’s going to have questions. Questions I’m not willing to answer.

I quickly clean up the cum, then myself. After tossing the wipes away, I go to my bed and lie down heavily.

Fucking Kerian.

How the hell did he know where I was? How the hell did he get into the building?

I scoff, answering that question. Bert, our dorm security guard, is the literal worst at his job. If I know him—and I think I do after almost four years in these dorms—he’s asleep, his head tipped back without a care in the world. I don’t know how he hasn’t been fired yet.

But that doesn’t answer how Kerian knew where I was. Well, the room part was easy. My roommate, Luca, got tired of walking in on me fucking, or calling him while he was in class to figure out where he was to get our room key. So he got a white board to leave me messages. That tiny fucker likes to call me Zandy and makes it a point to write it every time he leaves me a note. I love the little guy, but I wish he hadn’t this time.

I can’t believe Kerian came to my room, slammed me against the wall, touched my dick, and spit in my hand. I mean, what the fuck? He’s fucking unhinged.

Yeah, and I used that spit to jerk my cock and came harder than I ever have.

“Fucking bullshit,” I say, punching my pillow to make it more comfortable. It’s late, and I was dozing off when Kerian barged in and made me feel shit I shouldn’t have. Now that I’ve come as hard as I did, coupled with the game, I’m beat.

That game. Fuck yes, that game. I grin as I close my eyes. We wiped the fucking floor with Meridian tonight. Kerian may have a leg up over me by barging into my room, but he had to take that L today. Because of me. My arm and my rushing yards. He had to fucking swallow that loss because he’s not better than me. If anything makes me feel better about the shitshow I’ve made of my life, it’s that.

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