34. Aurora
G riffin Blake fucks how he lives. Wildly, dangerously, and oh so thoroughly, like he’s been salivating for this very moment between us forever.
For fucking years now . Those words of his flow through me like lightning, as I feel the heat of not just his breath, against the sensitive part of my throat as he laps at his mark there, but of his hot cum seeping out of me.
I fucked him, I fucked Griffin, or I should say he fucked me, and though I’ve only just been fucked by Everest for the first time, it still feels different.
Everest was both deliberate and controlled with every move he made, but Griffin fucked me like a man gone wild.
He lost control completely, and I loved every second of it.
I’m still spasming around him as he leans up on one arm and flashes me that wicked smile of his. “I always knew you’d be the best lay I’ve ever fucking had, Aurora Gray.”
I can’t help but snort a laugh. “I know I’m new to sex and all, but I’m pretty sure it’s bad etiquette to discuss past conquests when you’re still inside your current one.”
Griffin isn’t fazed in the slightest, as he drops his mouth to mine and steals another kiss. “I can’t wait to fuck this devious little mouth, sweet girl.” He kisses me just as savagely as he just fucked me, and I melt beneath him, because even after having Everest, this just feels so natural.
This is how it’s meant to be, and I ignore the dull ache that forms in my chest as my mind strays to Harden. Although Griffin must feel a shift in me, because he drops one more kiss to my lips, before resting his forehead against mine and searching my stare.
“We better head back to your dorm to clean up before your boyfriend comes looking for you.” His words have a devious edge to them, and I know he doesn’t give a flying fuck if Everest sees us like this.
“You sound almost hopeful that he does,” I start, as he slowly pulls out of me, his gaze dropping between my thighs, before he lets out another deep groan.
“Fuck.” His fingers reach out and glide through my pussy, gathering up the mess we both made before sinking his fingers back inside me.
“I’d let him make me bleed for the rest of my fucking life as long as I get to see this again.
” His eyes are transfixed as he fucks our cum in and out of my pussy, and I exhale deeply at his declaration.
Griffin Blake would never ask someone to be his girlfriend, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t just staked a claim on me all the same.
“Don’t worry, Griff, I’d protect you,” I gasp, his fingers starting to work me over once more, my body too sensitive to not feel every swipe of his fingers in every part of me.
“Fuck, let’s go, I need this pussy on my face before that dick steals you away.” He pulls his fingers from me abruptly and I collapse back on the desk, no longer feeling satisfied, as he once again gets me turned on.
“Shower first.” The two words are a demand, and he chuckles as he helps me up and off the table, fixing my skirt and top before he tucks himself away.
Both of us are covered in paint, the table and floor are a mess, and my canvas is ruined with splotches and my handprints.
Still, Griffin eyes it keenly. “I want this for my room.” He surveys it with a twisted stare, and I know the crazy bastard will actually hang it in his room, so I do nothing but nod in agreement.
We make quick work of cleaning up the best we can, both of us smirking every time our stares collide, before I place my painting safely away in my storage area.
Gathering up my bag, Griffin slips back into his shirt, and there is no hiding what we have been doing, so all we can do is accept the walk of shame back to my dorm.
Every person we pass gives us a knowing look, and we’re practically running by the time we make it to my building.
It isn’t lost on me when we push through the main door that this is the first time he’s been here, and his hands stay fisted at my hips as we make our way upstairs to my room.
Every girl we pass looks at him with an appreciative stare, before glaring at me in contempt, and I roll my eyes ignoring them all.
I’m no stranger to hanging around with them, I know what comes with it, but I guess when his handprints stain my skin and top, they have a lot more to hate about me.
We make it all the way to my hallway before I notice something is wrong, but Griffin is too preoccupied with his mouth gliding along my neck to realize anything is amiss. It means he slams into my back when I come to an abrupt stop, my feet freezing me in place as I see the state of my door.
“Why are we stop…” Griffin’s question trails off, as his eyes finally land on where my stare has settled. “What the fuck?”
My door has been vandalized. The word ‘whore’ is now stained across it in large capital letters, but that’s not what has panic burning up the back of my throat.
No, it’s that the words have been stained there with bright red paint.
Paint that is still dripping down the door onto the floor. It’s fresh .
He was here. My stalker was here, and worse, he saw what I just did with Griffin.
My stomach fills with dread as I try to calm my now rapidly beating heart, but it’s no use.
I’m panicking, I know I am, and I need to fucking stop.
I’m not alone, now is not the time to panic, I need to control the narrative and I need to control Griffin.
“Who the fuck did this?” he roars, his voice echoing up and down the hallway, making doors open all along it. Girls dip their heads out, eyes widening and gasps falling from their throat when they take in my door, before their eyes fall to us.
I know exactly what they see when they look at us, and I know I need to diffuse this immediately.
“Griff, relax, it’s probably someone's bullshit idea of a joke.” I try my best to let my voice sound calm and steady, the exact opposite of what I’m truly feeling right now.
“This isn’t fucking funny, Aurora.” He grits his response through his teeth, eyeing every girl in our vicinity like they are the devil he seeks.
“Well, it’s a small town, I’m sure someone finds it funny.” I scramble to come up with something to say that will calm him down. “We did worse than this in school,” I remind him, hoping the recollection of the pranks we pulled during our time at Vander Prep will make him see the funny side to this.
The only person who really needs to worry here is me.
“That was fucking different,” he grunts, still glaring at the gaggle of girls now whispering around us, before pulling out his phone.
“No, wait, who are you calling?” My panic flares back up to one hundred, as he swipes his thumb across his phone before bringing it to his ear.
I don’t have to be a fucking genius to know who is going to be on the other end of it.
“Monroe, I need you here now,” he snarls into the phone, before listening to whatever my brother says in response.
Fuck. Why did he have to involve him? “I’m at the dorms, and you need to get your fucking ass here.
” He doesn’t wait for any response, just puts the phone down and surveys the door again, before dancing his gaze back up and down the hallway.
“Unless you know anything about this, get the fuck back in your rooms,” he yells, spurring them all into action, and I’d feel sorry for them, if I could feel anything other than numb right now.
Once they're gone, he turns his attention back to me, and I force myself to smile and roll my eyes. “It’s been a while since I’ve had to deal with the dark and dangerous Griffin Blake,” I tease, as he pulls me protectively into his arms.
“Do you know who would have done this, Rora? And don’t bullshit me, we both know you’re a terrible liar.” His stare searches mine, and I don’t have to fake the look on my face, because I’m not about to tell a lie.
“I have no idea who did this,” I tell him firmly, and he nods before exhaling deeply and guiding us toward my door.
Careful not to disturb the paint, he pushes it open, searching my room widely before allowing me inside, and we both sit on the spare bed to wait with the door still open.
It isn’t long before Everest arrives with Harden in tow, both of them storming into the room, only coming to a halt once they see the state of my door.
“What the fuck?” Everest’s words are filled with rage as his eyes snap straight to mine, only darkening when they take in the state of me and Griffin.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He’s across the room and gripping Griff by the shirt before I can even open my mouth, pulling him from his seat beside me, slamming him into the wall near the bottom of the bed.
“What the fuck did you do?” he yells in his face, but Griffin doesn’t even flinch.
“You mean besides fuck your girlfriend?” His question is paired with an arched brow, and Everest pulls him away from the wall and slams him into it again, harder this time, making him release a pained grunt.
“Everest, stop!” I’m off the bed and barreling toward them when a hand shoots out around my waist, snatching me up and holding me in place. My eyes flash over my shoulder and collide with Harden, who shakes his head ever so slightly, as if this is the most normal thing in the world.
He’s touching me.
A thought I can’t even let resonate, enjoy, or embrace, because Everest is still right there in Griffin’s face, his hands fisted in his paint-stained shirt.
“How the fuck did you let this happen?” he snarls, his anger vibrating off him, as I struggle against Harden’s hold.
“Are you so fucking concerned with getting your fucking dick wet that you can’t fucking watch out for her?
” He’s yelling now, and I have no doubt that half the hallway can hear every word, but things are too far gone for me to feel any embarrassment right now.
“We weren’t even here, you dick, we were at the fucking art studio, we just came back and found it like this.” Griffin sounds just as pissed as Everest is, more so even, and I need them all to relax.
“This isn’t his fault, it’s just some asshole playing a stupid prank, clearly,” I rush out, desperate for them to listen to me, but it’s no use.
“You fucked her in the art studio?” Everest grits out, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes bouncing between me, Griff, and the door, and they contain a rage like I’ve never seen, as Griffin nods.
I can see Ever’s mind working a mile a minute as he tries to fit all the pieces of this together, but I know he won’t, because he doesn’t even have them all.
“Look, Everest,” Griffin starts, but Ever tightens his hold on him in warning.
“Shut the fuck up, I need to fucking think.” His hands remain clenched in the fabric of Griffin’s shirt, as he replays all the information he knows over and over, until his spine snaps straight with even more tension. “Someone fucking saw you.”
Fuck.
“What? They saw us and came here and wrote the word whore on her door? That doesn’t make any fucking sense,” Griff replies.
“They didn’t fucking write it, they painted it.
” Ever’s voice is deathly calm now, the kind of calm someone has before they decide to kill someone.
He releases Griffin instantly, turning toward me, and in turn Harden releases me, stepping back, as Ever erases the distance between us.
“Pack a bag, you’re not fucking staying here.
” His words are said with such finality that I know I shouldn’t argue with him, but I’ve always had trouble when it comes to that.
“Everest, I really think you’re overreacting,” I start, making his eyes instantly narrow, especially as they trail over the state of me.
He takes in the steaks of paint on my skin and skirt, my swollen and abused lips, and the fresh red bruise on my neck.
All of which I’m sure we will discuss later.
“You really don’t want to fucking argue with me right now princess.” Again his words leave no room for arguing, and I glare at him defiantly, not wanting to back down, not when I know it could put them all in danger.
“Come on sweetheart,” Griffin cuts in, stepping up beside Ever, ignoring the harsh glare he sends his way at the sound of his voice.
“It’s just until we get to the bottom of this and have someone clean it up.
” His hand reaches out and gently trails my jaw, not caring about the audience we have, and even though I know his words are a lie, they still settle something deep inside me.
I don’t have to be alone, I have him and Everest.
My eyes unwillingly flick to Harden, to find him watching us both with a coiled kind of tension, his mask slipping ever so slightly, that he almost looks as pissed as Ever right now, but why?
Is it because of what happened with the door?
Or what I did with Griffin?
My eyes flick back to the man in question, and I find that he was also looking at Harden, and when his stare once again collides with mine there is something I don’t recognize there.
“Just tell me what you need and I’ll pack it for you.
” He smiles softly, gesturing around the room, but Everest shoves him roughly.
“You’ve done enough,” he seethes, moving toward my closet and grabbing the weekend bag I keep there, before heading over to my dresser.
I remain frozen as Everest packs everything I need, until I have no choice but to leave with them. And all I can think is, what the fuck am I dragging them into?