Page 49 of Sweet Punk
My head hits with a hard smack as he presses against me again, his raging boner between us about to throw me into a panic. I struggle hard, but I can’t get free. I want to knee him in the junk but he’s so close, I can’t do anything.
“Why do you have to fight me when we’d be so perfect together? Maybe I should fuck you right now and get it over with.” He leans in and licks my cheek, making me shudder. “But no. I’m not ready yet. I want to draw out the anticipation. Make it good for both of us.” A wicked smile slides over his lips. “Maybe your guy would like to watch. See how it’s really done. You know he’s a fucking loser, right?” When I jerk my face away to dodge his tongue, he laughs, continuing. “I found his ex-girlfriend on social media. She filled me in on their breakup. Apparently, he has all sorts of daddy issues. And lemme tell ya, he f-f-fucking s-s-stutters like a motherfucker. She mentioned it.” He chuckles, malice dripping from him. “But I’d already seen it firsthand in speech class.” He tilts his head to the side. “What? Didn’t know that about K-K-Kellan?” He smirks, grinding himself against me.
My chest tightens as I process this information. I’ve heard Kellan, once or twice, stumble over a word or two. I haven’t seen true evidence of what Milo is referring to. But if he’s saying it, it’s probably the truth.Kellan.My heart twists and claws in my chest. Fury filling my veins, I look directly into Milo’s darker-than-sin eyes and spit, “Keep his name out of your fucking awful mouth.”
“Not a chance, baby. Not if you can’t stay away from him.” His mouth hovers over my sealed lips before his tongue darts out to lick a stripe over them.
The door behind us bangs open, and a harried-looking professor freezes when he sees us. “You can’t be doing that here. Take it somewhere else,” he huffs.
The man’s appearance makes Milo back up just enough that I’m able to tear myself away, run back out into the hallway, and make my escape.
It’s not until I sink into the seat behind my computer in the lab that I realize what’d been on the chain around Milo’s neck.
My goddamn missing ring.
TWENTY-SIX
KELLAN
I’m in misery. All I want to do is find Star and talk this through with her. She has to know that I care for her—that I’d go to any length to keep her safe. So, for her to say she needs to be alone to deal with this hits me right where it hurts. I’ve trusted her with so much already, and we’ve come so far… but now she’s throwing up walls between us. Does she not see that I’m trying so fucking hard to be who she deserves, that I don’t want her to deal with any of this stupid shit with her stepbrother on her own?
Fuck.My head is so messed up over it, I feel like I’m going in circles. I get that she doesn’t want to lay anymore bullshit at our door. But at this point, we’re already waist fuckin’ deep in it. She has to realize that separating herself from us isn’t going to work. The guy is a loose cannon. Who knows what he’ll do next.
I slide into one of the last remaining seats in speech class. This is about thelastplace I fuckin’ wanna be.Jesus.I do my best to listen to the lecture, knowing damn well I’m not going to retain any of the information. I exhale heavily and run my hand over my jaw as I doodle all over the top of the page where I’m supposed to be taking notes.
“This is so fucking stupid.”
I glance to my left where some guy is mumbling to himself. But—he’s actually looking right at me. He gestures at what everyone else is doing.Oh, fuck.“What did I miss?”
The guy gives me a lopsided grin. “I figured you weren’t paying attention. I’ve been watching you draw for the last twenty minutes. You’re good.”
“Thanks, I guess.” I sigh, then turn the page in my notebook, picking up my pencil again.
“We’re supposed to be working on interpersonal communication.” He snorts. “You know, like fucking small talk or something. I dunno. Seems pretty mundane to me.”
I clench my teeth and nod. “Right. Well. Okay.” This is the kind of shit that I hate.
“It’s fine, I’ll start. Are you an art major?”
“Yep. You?”
“Computer science.”
I clear my throat. “I know a girl who’s good with that stuff.”
He grins. “See, now we’re getting somewhere. My girlfriend is, too. Security mostly. She’s like a cute little hacker.”
I bob my head. “Cool.” My eyes fix on the necklace he keeps messing with. And that’s when I notice the chunky silver ring attached to it. I swallow, pieces clicking together in my head. “That’s a nice necklace you’ve got there.” I give him a tight smile, but frown inwardly. Maybe I’m reading too much into this. Maybe I’m wrong. This guy has been sitting next to me in this class for a while now.
“Thanks. I like to keep my girlfriend’s ring on it. Makes me feel close to her. We’ve been together for years. Since we were young.”
“That’s a lot of personal information…” My eyes flick to his. There’s an almost mocking laughter in them. “Sorry. What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t say.” He shrugs. “Neither did you.” And then this crazy ass has the gall to wink at me.
The bell chimes signaling the end of the class period, and he’s out of his seat in a flash and to the door before I can process what I think I know.
Fucking Milo has been in my speech class all goddamn semester.Motherfucking fucker.
