Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
FRANCI
I smooth out my short suede skirt, knowing I need to calm down. I’m so freaking nervous. I can’t believe I’m going to a Greek row party. I didn’t rush any of them because I didn’t find one that I liked, but today, after of my microbiology class, one of the hockey players invited me to his frat house for a party.
I continue walking across the quad with the other girls from the dorm who are also attending the party. I laugh and pretend to have fun, but I honestly don’t want to be here. It’s been about a month and a half since I last saw Gavin. I don’t feel him in my room anymore. I think it was all just a side effect of the sleeping pills. My heart is broken, but I’m determined to go out and party. I got my shot last month at the campus clinic. I might lose my virginity tonight. Maybe that will make me more desirable to older men. I’m pretty sure it’s just Gavin I’m attracted to, but I’m willing to try anything to get over this heartache.
We walk up the steps, and for a moment, I think I feel someone watching me, but I chalk it up to the wind blowing against my neck. I have my hair up in the space buns Erika taught me to do. Just last week, I spent the weekend with her and Gray. After Ley had to take out a gunman in the ER at the hospital, I needed to be close to family, and Ley and Leif were together. They haven’t told us yet, but I’m sure they are seeing each other.
I step through the door and into Oz, as far as I’m concerned. I’ve never been to a party like this before. I went to classmates’ birthday parties, but this is a kegger. The room is thick with smoke from cigarettes and pot. I cough for a moment, my eyes watering as I try to see through the dimness around me.
“You made it,” a voice says, and I almost jump when he touches my waist.
I pull away, not liking the way he’s looking at me. He hands me a cup, but I shake my head. I know better than to accept a drink from someone that I didn’t pour or open myself.
Clayton—I think that’s his name, or something like that—takes a sip and grabs my hand. He leads me through the crowd of people to the kitchen. There’s a keg, a bowl filled with liquid and floating fruit, and several bottles of other alcohol on the table. Coolers line the wall, filled with beer and other beverages. I’ve only had a sip here and there of vodka. I don’t normally drink.
I watch as he moves to the makeshift bar and starts pouring juice and some alcohol into a glass. He opens all the bottles in front of me, so I take the drink from him. I almost ask him for water when I remember I’m here to get over Gavin. I gulp the drink down, barely tasting it, before I hand him back my cup.
“More, please.” I bat my eyes as I talk in a sugary sweet voice, hoping he’ll refill my drink. Sure enough, he makes me another cup, and this time, he toasts with me.
“To having a good time,” he says, and we both take a sip. I allow him to take me to another room, where a pool table is and two couples are playing. “Want to play the winners?”
“Sure.” I smile up at him as I take another sip. I don’t tell him that I’m good at pool. Gray has been teaching me.
Whatever he made is really good, and before I know it, I’m out and he runs off to make me another. Our turn comes up at the pool table, and we’re doing great. We’re five or six games in, and I’ve had at least four Solo cups of mixture. This latest one tastes a bit different, but I think it’s because my whole body is tingling. I’m having a hard time focusing on the balls too. He’s laughing and whispering with his friends as I lean against the table and watch our competitor shoot. I know they are talking about me because I’ve seen him point in my direction a couple of times. I’m curvy, and boys are attracted to me—until I start talking about science or sharks.
Clayton waves for me to go, and as I stand up fully in my heeled black boots, I suddenly feel dizzy. I grab my cup and take another gulp, trying to cover up the fact I’m obviously a lightweight. I’m embarrassed, but the others around me laugh, so I try to laugh it off too.
I hear a commotion, and the next thing I know, Gavin is standing in front of me. He looks me up and down, and I smile big.
“Hello, Mr. You’re-Too-Old-For-Me,” I slur, and he grabs my cup.
He takes a sniff before he throws it at the wall. He grips my chin softly and tips my head up so he can look in my eyes.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“None of your business,” I reply.
Clayton walks over. “Come on, lover, let’s get you away from this party crasher.” He takes my arm and starts to pull me away, but Gavin pulls me back.
“She ain’t going anywhere with you. You drugged her.”
“Oh, yeah? Where’s your proof?” Clayton laughs and points to the wall, where my drink is slowly sliding down.
Gavin reaches for his neck as if he’s scratching it and signals for Clayton to lean in closer. Gavin’s elbow shoots out, slamming into Clayton’s face. Blood spurts everywhere, and Clayton starts screaming. Gavin grips my wrist with one hand and clamps his other hand around Clayton’s throat.
“You ever come near or speak to my girl again, I’ll kill you,” Gavin says quietly, but others can hear him, and Clayton’s eyes bulge out of his face.
I turn to walk away, but Gavin won’t let go of my hand. He lifts me into his arms and cradles me against his chest as if I were a bride.
I don’t remember how we got back here, but now we’re in my room. I feel hot and tingling all over. I start clenching my thighs. My clit feels so swollen and aches.
“You hurt, jellyfish?” Gavin’s voice is deep and husky.
I turn around to see he’s standing with the door closed behind him. His large arms are crossed over his chest, and his beautiful blue eyes are watching every move I make. Tonight he’s dressed in all black again.
“Yes.” I walk to him and lean into his body. I want another taste of his lips. I lean up on my toes and kiss him.
Gambit
I take over the kiss and slip my tongue into her mouth. I taste the sweet drink on her lips. She’s going to be hurting tomorrow. Not just from the ecstasy that fucker spiked her drink with, but also from all the alcohol.
I trusted the prospect to stop her before she ever crossed the threshold. I don’t know why Rogue’s team allowed this, but when I called my prospect, and he told me where she was, I was in my truck and on the road right away. Several of the guys are waiting for me to text them, letting them know she’s okay so they don’t rush on campus and kill for her honor.
I pull away from her lips, knowing I can’t take her tonight, no matter how much she’s going to beg me to.
“Go get ready for bed, jellyfish. I need to send a message,” I order her and turn my back.
I send the quick text, letting them know I have her and to put an alert on that fucker who tried to drug and rape her. Striker will make sure to get the sheriff, who is a friend of ours, to crash that party and clean it up. After Hem took down the previous sheriff, we have a new one who is willing to work with our club. He knows we don’t always break the law and most of us are former law enforcement, military, or firefighters. He’s even talking about prospecting for us.
When I turn back around, I stumble back. My girl is standing before me naked as the day she was born.
“Fuck, jellyfish.” I groan as she sits down on the bed.
“I’m on the shot. Just take the ache away,” she begs as she spreads her thighs, and I see her pretty pink pussy.
I drop my leather jacket, cut and all, and rip off my Henley. I’m on my knees at her feet before I know it. I spread her open more and see her swollen clit begging for me. I don’t think about what I’m doing. I just lean forward and slide my tongue through her folds, over that little pearl of pleasure. Her hands bury in my hair and pull. I need more of her.
I flip her to her back on the bed, push her knees to her chest, and open her up more. I bury my tongue into her virgin hole and lick up the sides as she cries out and fists my hair. When I return to her clit, she’s thrashing, and I know that she’s in the throes of the drug. I can take the edge off her, and I should be okay. I pray I will be okay. I can’t sink my cock into this paradise. She’s drunk and drugged. I have to keep a level head in case the ecstasy reacts with her system. But I can’t stop myself from sucking her swollen clit hard as I push a finger into her tight core. She starts spasming around my finger, trying to pull it in deeper, and I growl against her clit. The vibration sends her over, and she screams as she orgasms. Squirting all over my chin and chest.
“Fuck yeah, baby, you’re a squirter,” I grit out as I lick up everything her body gives me.
I can’t stop myself as I unbuckle my belt and free my cock. I drag my hand through her cum on my chest before I wrap it around my cock and start jacking off. I stand up and look down at my girl. She’s flushed, her eyes wide and pupils dilated as she watches me. I come easily, shooting my cum on her pussy and then her belly. She drags a finger through it and sucks it clean.
“I want more,” she begs as her eyes roll back, and she’s unconscious.
Thank goodness, because I almost took her. I would have gladly given her every fucking inch of my cock. Broke through her cherry and planted my baby deep inside her.
She starts to softly snore, and I help her under the covers, not bothering to clean her up because I want my cum on her. I drag my fingers through my spunk and press some into her virgin pussy. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t think straight right now. I fasten my jeans after I clean myself up in her bathroom. Then I climb into bed with her, where she sleeps soundly for the first time in months without nightmares.
When I wake up in the morning, I put a cup on the bedside table along with some medication to help with her hangover. I then slip out of the room. I need to go pound on a prospect for almost getting my girl raped.