Chapter 7
CHAPTER
SEVEN
DILLON
E DM music pounded through the room, the base so heavy it vibrated through my legs as I sat at the edge of the dance floor with Elise writhing on my lap like I was a piece of furniture. Her long blond hair kept brushing over my face as she rolled her body to the beat. Her tight red dress—if the scrap of material could be called a dress—left little to the imagination, but she was all about appearances. She continued to rub herself on my crotch like I was some kind of pogo stick, but I was deader than a doornail. She irritated me more than a fucking mosquito.
Elise had spent the first hour sitting on my lap, holding court with her bitchy plastic friends, taking her role as queen bee to the nth degree. She was the ‘IT’ girl at Briar U. All the girls wanted to be her friend, and all the guys wanted to fuck her. She came from old money, and her daddy was a senator. She was addicted to power, but she was a vapid airhead who was still living in her high school years. The quarterback and the head cheerleader, her and me, that was her goal. I’d rather jump off a fucking cliff.
“Baby,” she whined as her hand worked its way up my chest. “I’m gonna dance with Karri.” She bit down on her over-inflated lip, trying to be seductive. “I’m going to put on a show you won’t forget.”
“Sure,” I grunted, swallowing down a mouthful of my beer that was now warm because she’d prevented me from drinking it. I watched her saunter into the middle of the makeshift dance floor with her friend, Karri, a curvaceous brunette with an ass the size of a small country. They started grinding together, legs entwined, but I was more interested in how soon I could leave without raising questions.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Vieck said as he sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting on, swigging his drink.
“Ahh, this is the life.” Stevens groaned and adjusted himself before taking a seat on the sofa on my other side. I wanted to be anywhere but here. Fuck, this shit was boring. Talk, get drunk, fuck, then repeat at the next party. They were all the same, and as a junior, I was now done with this scene. I’d rather be at the gym.
“So, is tonight the night you’re finally going to make her dreams ‘cum’ true?” Vieck snickered. “Get it? Cum, as in your cum.”
“I get it, and no. Not interested.”
“What the actual fuck, man?!” Stevens yelled. “She’s the hottest piece of ass here and she’s been begging you to fuck her since lat year.”
“Don’t care. Not interested.” I tipped my bottle up only to find it empty. Fucking great.
“Leave him alone,” McCormack said and handed me a cold bottle as he joined me and the rest of the guys. “Everyone knows Cap likes older women and doesn’t play around with spoiled little girls.”
“True, that. Can’t beat an experienced woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take control,” Buchanan added with a smirk.
“Got somethin’ ya wanna share, Buchanan?” Stevens asked, eyes alight with interest.
“Yeah, maybe you should try it. Then you wouldn’t be dry humping every girl on the dance floor and making us feel sick all night.”
“Don’t knock my moves, man.” Stevens waggled his eyebrows. “I’ve got plans tonight with Gemma.” He pointed at a girl in a purple sequin dress. “And Ellen.” He motioned to the girl next to Gemma in a black bikini. “They’re twins.” Stevens licked his lips and downed the rest of his drink. “See ya later, boys.” He waved at us over his shoulder as he sauntered over to the girls, wrapped his arms around their shoulders, and steered them toward the stairs.
“He might be an idiot, but our boy’s got game.” Vieck chuckled.
“True,” McCormack added. “Anyway, I’m off to find Stacie. That girl has a mouth like a vacuum, and I’m in need of a deep clean.”
“Fucking ace, man,” Buchanan said into his bottle. “I can totally confirm that.”
“Don’t look now, but here comes your snake,” Vieck muttered. My eyes automatically landed on Elise as she strutted toward me like she was on a catwalk. Fuck my life.
Elise stopped in front of me and dropped to her knees, her hands sliding up and over my knees and down my thighs, heading for my groin. The guys were whistling and catcalling as she braced her hands on my legs and rolled her body so her fake tits rubbed against my crotch, and her face was in my line of view. It took everything to bite back my groan of frustration at the ridiculous display she was putting on.
“Hey, baby.” She moaned like a cheap hooker, and her perfume smelled like rubbing alcohol, burning my nose. “Wanna get out of here?” She looked over her shoulder toward the stairs and tipped her head. Her bedroom eyes had zero effect on me, but the guys whooped loudly and drew everyone’s attention.
“Fuck!” I ground out and allowed her to pull me to my feet.
“I’ll make you feel so good, baby,” she purred and ran a red nail down my chest, making me shudder with revulsion.
“You want me to fuck you, little girl?” She giggled like it was Christmas morning and dragged me through the throng of dancers and up the stairs. My feet felt like lead, and my dick shriveled up inside my body.
“This one will do, don’t you think, Dillon?” She smirked as her hand latched on to the handle of one of the seven bedrooms.
I fucking lost it. “No one calls me by my first name, you little slut,” I snarled. My hand wrapped around her throat, and I squeezed. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated as fear wrapped around her, but the crazy bitch just moaned.
“Oh yeah, baby. I wanna play rough. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I kicked the door open and dragged her after me. I used my strength to toss her on the bed as I shut the door. “On your knees, whore.” Elise hauled herself up on her knees as I strode toward her, my hand on the button of my jeans, her eyes tracking my every move. I stopped in front of her and tipped her head back. “You do exactly what I tell you to.” Bile churned in my gut and burned the back of my throat.
“Anything you want, baby,” she whimpered. Elise wasted no time. She yanked my button open, pulled the zipper down and fished out my dick before I’d even taken a breath. “Fuck, you’re?—”
“Shut up, and suck it.” I wrapped her long blond hair around my hand, positioned her head where I wanted it, and shoved my semi into her mouth until she gagged. “Suck it, or I’ll fuck your face until you pass out.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she slurped on my still not hard cock. Even so, she could barely open her mouth wide enough as it was.
“Jesus,” I growled with frustration, but she must have thought I was enjoying it as she moaned and started rubbing herself over her dress. “Fuck.” I yanked her head back and threw her down on the bed.
Elise licked her lips and spread her legs. “You gonna fuck me with that monster, baby?” Fuck, her voice was like sandpaper against my skin. I rolled her onto her stomach, pushed the red material over her ass, and pulled a packet of lube from my wallet. I ripped it open with my teeth and poured it down her crack, working it into her ass with my thumb. “What the fuck?” she screeched.
“You wanted me to fuck you,” I grit out. “Just doing what you wanted.”
“Not like that, you fucking freak. Get the fuck off me,” she cried and pulled her dress down. “Fucking perv.”
I sneered at her, teeth bared. “Get the fuck out, you stupid bitch.”
“Fuck you!” Elise righted her dress as she stumbled toward the door. Apparently, the alcohol she’d consumed hit her suddenly, as she started to stumble.
“Fuck,” I muttered. Taking a deep inhale, I stared at the dark ceiling, wondering how this became my life. I tucked myself away, grabbed her arm, guided her to the door, and threw her out of the room and into the arms of some random guy dressed up as Indiana Jones. He smirked at me and started walking her down the hallway to the stairs.
I could feel eyes on me, everyone staring. “What?” I snapped. “She couldn’t handle it.” I played it off as best as I could, even though I was shaking and adrenaline was coursing through my body at an alarming rate. The guys jeered and most of the girls huffed and stomped past me, but a few sent heated gazes my way. I shook my head and clenched my fists to hide how much I was shaking.
I turned to walk toward the back staircase and some idiot walked straight into me. I shoved them away, not caring what happened to them because I needed to get out of this house. I needed to get away from everyone before I lost control.
The guy cried out as he hit the floor, and my body froze midstep. Something about that voice wrapped around me and held me prisoner in my own body. My heart pounded against my ribs, more erratic than it did mid-game, and my ears buzzed as everything and everyone else faded away. My eyes were drawn to the guy on the ground as flickering memories bombarded my brain. What the fuck was happening here? No. No, no, no, no! This couldn’t be real.
“Little crow?” I rasped as the guy I’d just shoved to the ground picked himself up off the floor and turned around to face me. One moment. One look into those steel-ringed pale-blue eyes and my world imploded.
My hand came out automatically to touch his face, my body moved of its own volition as if the three feet that separated us were too much. My body ached to feel his, to feel his skin against mine. Electric. The magnetic force from our childhood had only grown stronger. It was like he was the air I needed to breathe. The world stopped turning. I stopped moving, and Jamie became the center of my universe.
The need to hold him in my arms burned through me. The desire to taste him saturated every cell of my being. I hungered to know everything about who he was now. A primal need consumed me. I needed to own him, possess him. Fucking consume him.
“D-Dil?” Jamie whispered, his wide eyes glistening as emotion pooled in his chalcedony orbs. He slowly got to his feet, drawn by the same force that was propelling me toward him. My heart thudded its way up my throat. I couldn’t breathe. “I-I’ve missed you so much.”
Jamie was standing right in front of me, his smaller lithe body within touching distance. Every wall I’d built around me shook. Every memory I’d kept locked down for the last five years bombarded my mind like artillery fire. Every hope and dream of us I’d kept locked down screamed at me to release them. This was everything I wanted. He was everything. Always had been. Always would be. He owned me, heart and soul, and had never known.
I took a step back, the anguish that bloomed on his gorgeous face was like a sucker punch to my solar plexus. Pain sluiced through me, altering me at a cellular level. I was lost to a dream, an unobtainable fantasy that would never become reality.
“Dill—”
“Who the fuck are you?” I growled and took a menacing step toward him. I hated seeing the flash of fear in his soulful eyes. They were like sunshine after a rainstorm. They were everything positive and warm in the world, and I was a hurricane full of wrath, hatred, and destruction. “No one gets to call me that.”
Jamie flinched and took a step back, raising his hands in surrender. “I-I,” his voice wavered. “I must have been mistaken.” The first tear broke through the barrier of his lash line and trickled down his cheek. It felt like it was carving a canyon in my heart as I watched it fall.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I bellowed. Jamie turned and ran down the stairs without looking back. The world flickered and faded before me. My lungs screamed for air. I couldn’t breathe. I clutched my throat and stormed down the stairs. Buchanan and McCormack shouted after me, but I couldn’t stay here a second longer. I couldn’t risk exposing the truth.
I was terrified I would be dropped if Coach found out I was gay. I was heartbroken for hurting the one person I’d ever loved. And I was fucking angry he left me behind without a second thought.
“Pull it together. You have to stay focused. Protect yourself above everything else. Once you’re drafted then…” I shook my head. There would never be a then. I could never admit my truth.
I wasn’t worthy of his love when I was fifteen, so how could I be worthy of his love now, after what I was going to do to him?
I was going to hurt him, because what he knew about me was far too dangerous to be discovered.
I let that raging inferno of love inside me freeze over and molded it into hate. I turned my heart into an arctic winter and bottled up the pain that threatened to bring me to my knees. I’d hold it close to me, ready to be unleashed any time I felt my resolve weaken.
He abandoned me, broke me. Forgot me. I was simply going to remind him why and make him hate me, because I hated everything he stood for. I hated everything he was.
I fucking hated that he had the power to destroy me.