Chapter 24
24
Jack
I should’ve been on top of the world.
We’d won. We’d not only won, we’d won again against Tabb, and I’d gotten three assists and a goal. And Coach told me there were recruiters from the Bruins and the Rangers watching the game. I should’ve been riding high, but Aviva’s words were still stuck in my head.
No amount of justice is worth the hell you’re putting me through. I never want to see you again.
I grudgingly respected her for standing up to me, but her absence from my life made me desperate; in a short period of time, she’d become as essential to me as breathing.
So I’d brought Marnie to The Stacks with the specific purpose of making Aviva jealous. Of getting a reaction out of her. Of making her think I didn’t care. It had worked in class before October break; Aviva had tried to hide her expression, but she hated that I’d changed partners on her.
I’d done it partly to play hard to get so she’d realize she wanted me, and partly to punish her for distancing herself from me. I should’ve felt bad for using Marnie, but then I should’ve felt a lot of things.
It had taken more threats against Dylan Johnathan to get him to agree to make her work alone, and I’d had to have words with him after about inviting Aviva to visit him during office hours. It helped that Marcus now owned the controlling shares of Johnathan Pharmaceuticals. Dylan wasn’t getting by on a professor’s salary alone. It also helped that Dylan had a history of inappropriate behavior with his female students. Seeing him with Aviva—seeing how uncomfortable he’d made her—had made me lose my mind, and he wasn’t getting near her again. If I had my way, he wouldn’t be teaching for much longer. Either way, the professor was in my pocket, and he didn’t like it.
I parked a few blocks away from Aviva’s apartment, just in case someone saw me, pulling my black hoodie over my head as I walked to her apartment. I’d cased the place earlier in the week: the lock on the gate to the complex was broken. I would’ve fixed it, but it served my purposes too well.
Seeing Aviva’s reaction when I got to The Stacks and pulled Marnie into my lap had been especially satisfying. Even though I could’ve done without having her bubblegum scent all over me, it was worth it for Aviva’s expression alone. What I hadn’t planned for was Dave being a fucking idiot and going to talk to Aviva, or Aviva being pissed off enough that she’d flirt with him. Was she really trying to get back at me that way?
That wouldn’t do.
I’d quickly used her phone to share her location with mine. I’d never stalked someone before, but I was the younger brother of a hacker; one short conversation with Micah, and I knew exactly what I was doing.
It wasn’t enough. What if Aviva left her phone behind? What if she got a new phone? Or what if someone hurt her, and I couldn’t find her? Even though I still wanted to punish her, the need to protect her almost overwhelmed me, and all three questions plagued me.
So I’d called in a favor, this time with Marcus, and now I was fully equipped for the next step in my mission: never let Aviva get away from me.
I stopped ruminating so I could make my breaking-and-entering plan. There was a huge oak tree right outside of Aviva’s window. Even a guy as heavy as me could shimmy up it pretty easily as I continued to reflect on the night.
Shimmy up it I did, until I got to the thick branch right outside her window, and swung up.
Aviva left her windows open at night, even as it was getting colder. She was the type to need fresh air, which was fine with me. It was especially convenient tonight, as I pushed the window up higher and then eased the screen open. It was a tight squeeze, and I felt like some idiot parkour enthusiast as I dropped my backpack on the floor of her bedroom before somersaulting inside.
“The things I do for you, princess,” I murmured as I stood and dusted myself off.
Aviva was curled up in the same position she’d slept in my bedroom. Her hair was covering her face again, and one leg was thrown on top of the covers. She slept in black cotton panties and an oversized t-shirt that bared her shoulder and part of her back to me.
Soft, almost innocent, although I knew better. Inside the soft sleeping woman was a spine made of steel. And I wanted her. I wanted the steel spine as much as I wanted the vulnerable sweetness she showed me at rare moments, like whenever I held her, or she’d fallen asleep in my arms. I had to stop myself from slipping into bed with her and holding her throughout the night.
Unzipping the backpack, I pulled out the equipment—a large syringe, and a tiny microchip in a plastic ziplock bag.
“This is going to hurt, baby,” I murmured, leaning over and dropping a kiss on her hair. God, that apples and honey scent. I was addicted. Growing up, it had meant something else: a new year, a new chance for my family to not be a shitshow and my father not to be an abusive asshole. Every year, it became more clear that my dream would never come true. I’d come to hate the smell.
Until a few weeks ago, when this girl walked into my life. She’d brought me back to life in so many ways. Now, I was obsessed with the scent. I wanted to bathe in it, to drown in it. To drown in her.
All in good time. First, I had work to do.
Taking a page out of my brother’s book, I injected Aviva with an anesthetic. It was supposed to last for about an hour, give or take. Long enough to insert the tracker without her knowing.
I snorted. I’d told myself when this began that the little thief was nothing more than a temporary extracurricular as I kept an eye on her and kept her from trying to ruin our lives. A way to get my dick wet regularly before I graduated and headed off to the NHL. But that was complete and utter bullshit. I could’ve gotten my dick wet easily without her. Instead, I had zero interest in any other woman. And I had a feeling I’d never be interested in another woman, ever again.
Aviva was it for me. This obsession—this need to possess and keep her, and keep every other single fucking man away from her—wasn’t going anywhere.
Which included always knowing where she was.
Busying myself with my task, I carefully pushed the plunger into her neck. She relaxed further, her sleep smoother. Easier.
I hoped she was dreaming of me.
Opening the little box, I pulled out the tiny tracker, no bigger than a tick, as well as a scalpel, needle, and thread. Covering my hands with surgical gloves, I ripped open a small packet and wiped antiseptic over her left shoulder. Hating marring her perfect skin, but needing it to be done, I sliced a small incision and placed the tracker inside before using Dermabond to seal it back up. That way, she’d never know what I’d done.
For a moment, I almost felt gratitude toward my father for his abuse. Almost. I’d become overly familiar with Dermabond over the years as I’d cleaned up my siblings wounds, and my own.
Rising to my feet, I stared at the Rubenesque goddess before me. She looked so beautiful, sleeping there, round and soft, her curved thigh and leg exposed. Everything was stunning, down to her unpolished toes.
An insatiable urge to get in between those thick, dimpled thighs overtook me. I didn’t fight it. I wanted that pussy on my tongue and around my cock, and the idea of doing it when she was deep in sleep was so fucking hot. Maybe she would dream of me. She’d certainly wake to me.
Reaching down, I caressed her hip, her inner thigh, hooking my hand under it and dragging it open and over. She lay exposed, and I could see the outline of her pussy through her panties .
I dragged the covers off of her and slipped off her panties. Her perfect cunt was not prepared for me, clit hidden under its hood, no wetness to be seen.
Well, that wouldn’t do.
Climbing onto the bed, I lifted her legs over my shoulders, leaning down to nuzzle her inner thighs and smell her. The apples and honey scent was still there, but overwhelmed by the raw scent of cunt.
My cunt.
Mine.
Just like I was hers.
It was a profound feeling, knowing I belonged to someone else. That I was making decisions for both of us now. I glanced up as I licked her, long and gentle. Her face was smoothed out in sleep, completely unaware of what was happening below. My cock grew hard at the knowledge that I owned her so thoroughly, I could even have her when she wasn’t aware. She might take issue with that, but I didn’t give a single fuck.
I licked again, and again, the taste and smell of her surrounding me as thoroughly as her legs. Got lost in her, in the sheer Aviva-ness of her, the uniqueness to her and this experience that no one else had provided for me, and no one else ever would. My gentleness turned into a ferocious need to dominate her. Something in me snapped, and I began eating her, biting her thighs, sucking on her clit, shoving my tongue inside her perfect pussy.
It could’ve been seconds, it could have been years, it didn’t matter. I was attaching my mouth to her and never detaching.
And then a tiny sound. A moan.
And wetness drenching my mouth .
“Fuck yes,” I growled against her pussy, determined to get her closer to orgasm before my now hard cock got its turn. My cock protested this, greedy and territorial, wanting to be inside her now.
I tried to find some control, but it wasn’t easy, not when this delectable meal lay before me in the form of a girl that had taken over my every thought. A girl whose eyelids twitched as she moaned again, a word leaving her lips, a single, harsh syllable that sounded like my name.
Yeah, I couldn’t wait any longer. Ripping off my gray sweatpants and boxers, I kneeled, grabbing my hard cock, lining up with her pussy, and slamming in.
Fuck, so tight. She was always so tight at first, even though I’d loosened her up with arousal. It was hard work, sometimes, getting all the way inside her. The reminder that she’d been a virgin until me was so fucking satisfying. I’d had her first, and I’d have her last.
Pulling out, I slammed in again, then again, the glide becoming easier each time. I gripped her ankles, lost for a moment in them; delicate, but much stronger than they looked.
Just like her.
Time passed, or froze, as I moved inside her, faster and faster, aided by her wetness as she soaked my cock, galvanized by her moans as they grew louder and quicker.
I needed her to come. Desperately.
Words spilled out of me, ones I had no control over.
“You gorgeous, brilliant little thing, you know I’m here, don’t you. Asleep but dreaming of me. I’m everywhere, in your body, your head. Your fucking soul, when I get my way.”
Releasing one of her ankles, I started drawing small, fast circles over her clit, and when it peaked out from under its hood, I increased the speed, gentle in my control.
She was close. And oh fuck, so was I.
“Aviva,” I growled.
On a moan, her eyes opened.