Page 559 of The Tempted

“Come on,” Daniela said, dragging me onto the makeshift dance floor. “Standing here in the corner won’t help us nail one of the frat brothers,” she insisted.

“That’s fine with me,” I mumbled, making the best of the situation and joined her. I suppose she needed a wingman. I felt a hand on my waist and spun around to meet Noah’s handsome face.

My best friend was the poster boy for college jock but he wasn’t a jerk like the rest of them. He was sweet, and I hoped pledging didn’t change that about him.

“There’s my girl,” he exclaimed, hitting me with the scent of alcohol on his breath as he leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Thanks for coming.”

“And miss your big night? Never,” I teased.

“No, introduce me to your friend,” the guy standing next to him said.

I lifted my head, smiled politely as I took him in. I had seen him around campus before. He might even be in one of my classes, maybe English, I don’t remember…. nor did I remember his name.

“Lacey, Brandon. Brandon, Lacey,” Noah introduced, turning around to glare at his friend. “This one’s off limits, man.”

“She yours?” Brandon questioned with a smile.

“She’s mine,” a voice said from behind me.

That voice.

Those two words.

It all gave me goosebumps.

He came.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her against me and glared at the little fuck, watching as he stared back at me, surrendering his hands in the air.

“Didn’t know they were letting parents chaperone,” he laughed.

Kid had a death wish.

“Dude,” the guy next to him warned. I had seen him with Lacey a handful of times. “Don’t you know who he is? Man, read the fucking patch before you go saying something stupid.”

Lacey twisted in my arms, lifting a hand to my face and forcing my eyes to hers.

“Let’s just get out of here, okay?”

I nodded, diverting my gaze back to the little shit who rolled his eyes as Noah whispered in his ear.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me away.

“You look like you’re going to snap his neck,” she commented, over the loud music. Ignoring her, I stepped around her and pulled her through the sea of dicks fist-pumping away, hoping to get a blow job.

Wolf was right.

Lacey didn’t belong here.

She belonged with me, on the back of my bike, in my bed…anywhere but surrounded by a bunch of little pricks who didn’t know how to work their dicks.

I didn’t stop moving until we were outside and standing in front of my bike. I unclipped the chin strap from my helmet, turned around and handed it to her.

“Time for your first ride,” I said, urging her to take the helmet.

She cocked her head to the side, her dark eyes smiled at mine as she raised an eyebrow.

“You did that already,” she teased, taking the helmet as she chewed on her lower lip. Hesitating for a beat before reaching up on her tip toes and pressing her lips to mine.

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