Page 94 of Hate Game

“More formethan you,” I admit.

She pulls out the package and opens it in front of me. “Boy shorts underwear.” She reads what is on the plastic with her brows tugged low to her nose. “But these are smalls, in women’s size. I thought you said they’re more for you than me.”

“Well, yeah, no guy will get a view of my girl’s fine ass in her thong underwear. Those”—I point at the pack of underwear—“will cover what is mine. Your tight, wet pussy and your cute as fuck ass.”

She whaps me with the package. “Malice, you’re horrible.”

“Only because you made me this way. I don’t share, Rue. You are mine.”

“I’m your girl?” Her eyes shine.

“Yes, baby. That is, if you want me.”

“I do. I hate you so much, Malice.”

“I hate you too.” I pull her back into my arms and kiss her until she’s breathless and I’m sporting another boner. I bring her hand to my cock. She strokes me from head to base.

“I would never refuse you.” She motions for me to rest against the door. I do so.

Rue stares at my cock. I grab a hold of it and jerk it from side to side and back and forth. Her eyes widen. I run my finger over the head. She licks her lips. Anticipation of her mouth on my dick amps up the blood flowing in my veins. She dips her head between my thighs. I hold my breath. She takes my cock in her mouth, and I slowly release my breath. I am in heaven with my cock in her mouth and her dark head of hair between my legs.

I close my eyes. The low hum in the back of her throat strokes my cock.

Rue is my girl.

She isn’t Isaac’s, Mason’s, Shay’s, or Winslow’s girl.

Most of all, Rue is not Red’s girl. Not anymore.

He’s taking too long to decide.

I’ll decide for him.

I’ll burn down his fucking house just like Midnight burned down Dare’s place when he took too long letting go of his feelings for Riley.

Shit, those Lee girls are trouble with a capitalT.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

35

RUE

We started our date in Dumas at Dumas’s Botanical Garden. Malice held my hand as we strolled through the gardens. They were so beautiful, with the strung-up lights and Chinese lanterns hanging from the tree branches.

The lights reminded me of our time on the rooftop. As I pointed to them and talked Malice’s head off about how they reminded me of the most romantic scene from the Disney movieTangled, where they’re on the boat and releasing lighted lanterns to the sky, Malice stood behind me with his arms around my waist. He had me tucked in his large frame with his chin resting on the top of my head. We fit perfectly, and it was nice to enjoy a peaceful, romantic time with him free from the other kids’ judgment.

Here, in Dumas, we are just a boy and a girl enjoying one another's company. While on the stone-paved walkway, we ran into Nora and her boyfriend, Galley. The guys fist-bump. Nora and I wave and smile at one another.

“You two should head to the skating rink next. It’s eighties music night.”

I look up excitedly and expectantly at Malice. I love eighties’ music.

“Sure, babe,” he says near my ear. “Anything for you.”

“Are the two of you planning on attending DU next fall?” Galley asks.

“Not sure.”

---