Chapter Thirty-five
Killian
When I get out of class on Monday, instead of staying on campus like I planned to, I head to the Zeta sorority house.
I massaged the truth a little when I told Brynn I’d grab her things while I was there. I do have Zeta business today, but I didn’t have to stop at the house in order to accomplish it.
Since I know Sloane isn’t home, I stop there first so I can get Brynn’s stuff. I head up to the second floor and knock on the door to Addison’s room.
While I wait for her to answer, I take a look at the dry erase board hanging up on the wall next to her door. All the rooms have them outside above a little compartment I would guess is for mail or notes if the girl isn’t in her room. There’s a line down the middle so each girl has her own half of the board to decorate and write her name on. Since Addison lives alone right now, only her dry erase doodles are present. I cock my head at the one that says, “brookies = life.”
She opens the door with a vaguely annoyed expression on her face, her dark hair piled in a messy bun atop her head, a cell phone pressed against her ear.
Annoyance increasing at the very sight of me, she raises her dark eyebrows expectantly.
I imagine she wants to know why I’m here, but since she doesn’t bother putting her question into words, I say, “What’s a brookie?”
Sighing heavily, she says into the phone, “Mom, I’ve gotta go. There’s a man at my door asking stupid questions and I have to make him go away.”
As she ends her call and reaches back to put her phone on her desk, I say, “Man, you really know how to make a guy feel welcome.”
“That has never been my goal,” she states, leaning against the doorjamb and looking at me expectantly. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to get Brynn’s stuff.”
“Why didn’t Brynn come get it herself?”
“Because I told her not to, and she has the capacity for great obedience,” I say, mostly just to annoy her.
It works. “Ugh, I fucking hate you.”
“Well, try to get over that feeling because Brynn wanted me to invite you and Ryan to what she’s calling Double Ryan night.”
“What is Double Ryan night?”
“A double date with you and Ryan where we watch a double feature of Ryan Gosling movies. I expect there will also be dinner and/or snacks.”
Her eyebrows rise again, this time with interest, and she cocks her head in consideration. “I don’t hate it. Is Ryan in?”
“I haven’t asked yet, but I’m sure he will be.”
“And when is this happening?”
“Probably this coming weekend. We wanted to check everyone’s schedule before we firmed up a date.”
“I’m free all weekend, so any day works for me.”
“Cool. I’ll ask Ryan, and I’m sure Brynn will let you know the final details as soon as we do.”
“All right.” She turns around and opens the second cabinet they seem to be using as closets, the one on her roommate’s side. She grabs Brynn’s things and brings them over to me. “I started her closet just in case,” she tells me.
“Uh-huh.” I grab Brynn’s coat and bundle it around her bag.
“Wait,” she says, holding up a finger and walking over to the vacant desk on the empty side of her room. She grabs a clear, frosted shower caddy packed full of shit and walks back over. “You can give this to her, too. It’s her Zeta welcome kit, for when she moves in with me.” She smiles sweetly and holds it out for me to take.
I meet her gaze levelly and take the damn thing. “She isn’t moving in with you.”
“We’ll see.”
I have half a mind to tell her to stop trying to entice Brynn to join this fucking sorority, but with Addison, I expect that will lead to an argument, and I don’t want to waste time arguing with her when I still have shit to do and Brynn waiting for me at home.
When I leave the sorority house, I head back to campus.
I’m supposed to meet Sloane at the athletic center, but since I went to the house first, she texts me to let me know she already left. She’s at the library, so I tell her to wait outside and I’ll pick her up.
Sloane is always polished, so I’m not surprised when I pick her up and her blonde hair is pulled back in a fancy ponytail, not a single strand out of place. She likely just finished working out, but her makeup is perfect and she’s wearing a pair of dangly earrings.
“Hey,” she says, flashing me a smile as she slides into the passenger seat and pulls the door closed.
“Hey,” I say back. Then I nod to the cupholder between us. “I brought you a coffee.”
“Aw, thank you,” she says, reaching for it and wrapping her hands around the cup as if for warmth. “Really excited about the weather. I’m going to turn into an icicle tonight.”
I crack a faint smile as I turn the wheel and head for the exit. “Yeah, a little warmer would have been nice.”
“This will help keep me awake though,” she says lightly, before taking a small test sip to see how hot it is.
She’s helping Dare out with something tonight, so we go for a ride and I show her the route, pointing out where she needs to end up.
“Should I call him when we get here?”
“Absolutely not. Don’t even bring your phone with you. Leave it at home.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “But what if something goes wrong?”
“Hex will be around keeping an eye on you, then Dare will be out here. According to Aubrey, the guy is a creep though, so stay alert.”
She nods. “I’ll bring pepper spray just in case.”
“Yeah, bring it, but try not to use it. Put your hair up so you’re less likely to leave any behind.” I lift the lid on my center console and grab the signal jammer. “Keep this in your purse, and make sure it’s turned on when you get in the car with him so he can’t text anyone about being with you.”
“Got it,” she says, taking the handheld device and shoving it in her bag.
“Good. Any questions?”
“How was Paris?”
I look over at her, cocking an eyebrow. Not the kind of question I meant, but she knows that. “Cold.”
She cracks a smile, absently reaching back and playing with her ponytail. “Yeah, you’ll have that when you go this time of year. I prefer springtime.”
The part of this drive I needed her to focus on is over and I don’t feel like talking, so I turn on some music.
Sloane knows how to take a hint.
I feel her gaze linger on me for a moment and I get the feeling she’d rather talk than listen to music, but she doesn’t say so. She looks away, watching out the window as we head back to campus.
I drop Sloane off at her car, then head back home.
Something smells good when I walk inside. I inhale and glance in the kitchen looking for the source, and I find a slow cooker I didn’t even know I had set up on the counter.
“Whatever that is, I can’t wait to eat it.”
Brynn is lying on her side on a yoga mat she put down in the living room. She flashes me a warm smile. “I can’t wait for you to eat it. It’s vegetarian pot roast, and I know you’re probably like, ‘what? How can you make pot roast a vegetarian dish?’ but you can, and it’s delicious. You’ll want to marry me—or at least take me up on that offer to be your replacement housekeeper.”
I crack a smile, walking closer and watching as she lifts her leg up and down in a slow, steady motion. Since she’s lying on her side, her tits are pressed together, and all she’s wearing is a pale purple workout bra and matching shorts.
“Don’t watch me work out,” she says a bit self-consciously. “It’s weird.”
“Is it?” I murmur.
She nods, finishing up her reps on that side, then shifting positions and putting her back to me so she can repeat the motion on the other side.
My gaze travels down the length of her mostly exposed back, dips in at her waist, and settles on her ass.
The way her shorts hug her ass, she should have known better than to work out where I’d be able to see her.
“Are you almost done?” I ask her.
“About halfway, then I need to cool down and stretch.”
I’ll help her stretch, all right.
I put her things down on the center island, then I walk over and drop down on the floor behind her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, rolling to her tummy and then pushing up on all fours.
“What am I doing? You’re the one posing like that in my living room like there won’t be consequences.”
She looks back at me, smiling faintly, when I come up behind her and grab her hips. “I need ten more minutes.”
I run a hand over her ass. “Sorry. Time’s up.”
“Killian,” she says on a sigh, but I can hear the change in her voice, hear her wanting to give in even before I slide my hand down and rub her pussy through the fabric.
A soft gasp escapes her, but she stays up in position like she’s intent on resuming her workout.
I am just as intent on interrupting it, and between the two of us, I think she knows who’s going to get their way.
I inch forward so my hips are pressed against her butt, then I skim a hand down her side and up her torso, caressing her soft skin on my way to grabbing her tit. She sighs when I squeeze and caress it through the fabric, but it’s not enough. I lift the elastic band beneath her tits, letting them bounce free.
“Killian,” she says again, but this time, there’s a catch in her voice.
I smirk and palm her tits, then I tease her nipples because I know it drives her fucking crazy.
Listening to her helpless little sighs is enough to drive me crazy, and my cock grows so fucking hard, it threatens to rip through my jeans.
I let go of her tits to unbutton and unzip and give myself a measure of relief, but the relief I want is right between those perfect thighs of hers, and I’m going to take it, whether she wants me to or not.
I pull down her shorts and her panties along with them, then I grab a handful of her perfect ass and she moans, dropping to her forearms and sinking down closer to the mat. It’s a perfect upside-down heart, and I can’t resist spreading those cheeks and sliding a finger down along her needy pussy.
She’s sensitive to my touch, so she wiggles away instinctively when I do, but I don’t let her get far. I use my fingers to spread her pussy open, then I take out my cock. I let it drag along her thigh for a second so she knows what’s coming, then I guide it to her entrance. She gasps harshly when I drive into her without preamble, then moans as I sink myself deeper.
Fuck.
I could live inside this pussy.
“Killian. Can you please put on a condom?”
I ignore her request and grab her hips, holding her steady as I inch back, then force myself deeper. I love the way being inside her feels. Her pussy is tight as fuck, and that tight, wet heat squeezes me in the best way possible when I fuck her bare.
I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before her. I always assess the risks before I make a move, and I’ve never been willing to take that risk just to enhance my pleasure for the duration of a meaningless fuck.
But it’s not like that with her. The possibility of the consequences makes it better.
It’s more of a risk with her than it ever has been before, but all I can focus on is the reward. I know I could get her pregnant. I know it would ruin both of our fucking lives.
I also fucking want it in a way I can’t explain. It’s not rational. It’s primal. Selfish. I want to force my way into more than her pussy. I want to make her keep me forever, even when the day comes that she won’t want to anymore.
I draw my hips back, then shove deep, searching for paradise and finding it buried deep inside her.
My blood always turns to fire when I’m fucking Brynn, and now is no different. She cries out when I slam into her, but even though I know she’s afraid of the consequences I want so badly to force on her, she takes that cock like a good girl.
I fuck her until she’s grabbing her mat to ground herself, whining and crying out for it as her ass bounces and I fill her pussy full of my cock. She’s so fucking beautiful, I try to commit the sight to memory so I never forget.
Then she comes, and my songbird lets go, releasing a chorus of moans and sighs and noises I can’t even put a name to. The sounds she makes when she comes for me fill me with a sensation like my heart is wrapped in barbed wire and ready to explode. It’s painful and fucking glorious, and as I drive my cock deep in her pussy and let go, I tempt fate just a little more.
“Fuck.” I pull out of her before I want to, but if I stayed as long as I wanted to, I’d never leave.
I collapse on the floor beside her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her close to me. Brynn slides even closer, resting her head on my bicep like a pillow and closing her eyes.
“I made an appointment at the student health center to get my birth control sorted on Wednesday.”
She says it to reassure me, but it doesn’t. “When?” I ask.
“Noon. I don’t know how long it takes, but I figure I’ll either go before the gym, or if it takes longer, I’ll just skip the gym that day. Maybe we can have lunch together instead.”
“I like that idea.”
She smiles softly. “It’s a date. Since you got Paris, I’ll pay for this one,” she jokes, since she knows we both have at least the base university dining plans, so we never have to pay when we eat on campus.
I crack a smile, reaching over to caress her jaw. “No, you won’t. I’d never let you pay for a date, even with imaginary currency.”
“In all seriousness, I know I don’t make as much as you do, but I don’t mind paying for myself when we do things that are… you know, a more reasonable budget than taking a private plane to another country. Obviously, I cannot afford to pay my part in a date like that, but lunch, I could do.”
I shake my head. “Only poor fucks worry about shit like that. I’m perfectly capable of covering you when I take you out. And to be honest, if you try to take out your wallet, you’re just going to piss me off.”
She smirks, leaning in to kiss my jaw. “Oh, no, I’m so afraid.”
I smirk back, cradling her skull to get a better hold of her and pulling her in so I can kiss her lips. “You should be. I’m pretty scary.”
Her brown eyes twinkle with affection and amusement. “You don’t scare me,” she murmurs playfully, so close I feel her breath on my lips.
If you could read my mind, I would.
But I don’t say that.
Instead, I kiss those pretty lips, and since my strength is returning to my muscles and my craving for her is insatiable, I roll her little ass over, pinning her down against the mat and holding down her arms.
She looks up at me, her eyes full of trust and affection, and for a split second, I’m gut punched by guilt. By longing. By a sense of helplessness I do not fucking enjoy.
Then her phone lights up, and my gaze shifts to it on instinct.
And my blood runs cold when I see someone named Victor asking if she’s ignoring him.