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She’s confused, so I’ll reiterate my question. “Where. Are. You?”

“Zeke, it’s like… two o’clock in the fucking morning. I’m in bed.”

I’m relieved to hear it, but it still doesn’t answer my question. “You’re at home then?”

“No,” she answers quietly, and it makes me grip my steering wheel until my knuckles turn white.

“What do you mean no?” I ask, needing fucking more from her. I know it’s early as shit, but come on, throw me a fucking bone, right? “Tell me you didn’t walk all the way home…” Reaper is much closer to her, too.

“I’m in my dorm,” she whispers.

And it’s like music to my ears. “Don’t fall asleep.” I hang up on her and press the gas harder, zooming up the mountain road until Reaper’s intimidating stone towers are silhouettes in the night sky. I pull into my normal spot and jump out, making a run for the front doors of the dormitory.

I hate that she’s on the third floor, but it’s a nice distraction from the hard-on in my pants right now. I’m fucking out of breath by the time I reach the top. Billie’s room was moved up here after last year, stating she wanted to be away from everyone after everything. I don’t blame her. But it makes it hard to get to her now that I’ve taken over Holden’s old room.

Knocking a few times on her door, I try to catch my breath and impatiently wait for her to answer the door. I’m not ready for what I see when she opens it, though. Fucking Christ. She’s ditched her short shorts and pink shoes, standing here in nothing but white panties and her black tank top. And her tits are perfect.

“Zeke? What the hell are you doing here?” she asks, poking her head into the hallway with concern etched on her brow.

I lean against her door, sticking my foot in the frame so she can’t try to shut it on me and tell her, “I came to check on you.”

Her face pinches together as she wobbles her head, clearly trying to reset her brain. “You’re seriously checking on me at two o’clock in the morning?”

I’d like to tell her I’m here because I want to slip into bed with her and feel her warm, tight body snuggle up to mine while we fall asleep, but I know we’re not there yet. She’ll tell me to get bent, and I’m starting to think it’s her favorite thing to tell me to do.

“Christian kicked you out, so I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

She opens her arms, glaring at me. “I’m safe. Now, do you mind if I get back to sleep? Some of us actually want to graduate this year, and I can’t do that if I’m exhausted and miss class.”

Chuckling, I step further into her space, crossing my arms over my chest. “Not before I tell you how good you tasted earlier.”

A flush crawls up her neck into her cheeks as her mouth drops open. I watch her grip tighten on the door handle, her gaze clouding over with a heated gaze.

“So fucking good,” I whisper as I step into her.

She doesn’t move, allowing our chests to bump uglies as I stare down at her. God, she’s tiny, looking up at me with those green globes, fucking begging me to make a move.

But I won’t. Not yet.

“Just wanted to know you were safe, babe,” I tell her instead, backing away. “Sweet dreams, beautiful,” I call out over my shoulder.

Her audible disapproving sigh reaches my ears, making me grin as I keep my back to her and find my way to the staircase. Once I’m halfway down the first flight of stairs, I adjust my dick in my pants and curse under my breath. I could have her now if I wanted to. All I have to do is turn around and go back up to her room, tracing those pouty lips before they open and invite my cock in.

Damn it!

Christian would kill me. This isn’t in our plans, so I have to keep my hands to myself, even though it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. By the time I get to stick my dick in her, I’m going to be a one-pump-chump! And nobody wants that.

When I’m in my room, I flop down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling before I pull my phone out, texting Christian.

ME: You better fucking figure shit out soon, man. I have to fuck her. I have to fuck something…

It’s pretty messed up when everyone else is getting laid more than I am. It’s not like girls don’t throw themselves at me, but… they’re not Billie.

And there’s something else I want to do with her, but I won’t tell Christian about it yet. He’ll think I’m nuts. They pushed the football gala out this year, happening this Friday night instead of last, and I want to ask Billie to come with me. I’m not on the team anymore, but that doesn’t mean I can’t support my Reapers. Besides, we enjoy showing off to the surrounding towns, and what better way than to have the hottest chicks on our arms? Reaper knows how to make ‘em.

It’s early so he won’t be texting me back. Plugging my phone in, I smoke the rest of my joint from earlier and melt into bed until my eyelids grow heavy and sleep overtakes me.

Chapter 10

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