24. Saint
CHAPTER 24
Saint
Vani’s drunk, and if she thinks she’s going to wander around the college alone, she can think again.
I hang back, staying around the corner while she says goodnight to the other girls. I can hear the slur in her words that tells me she’s had too much booze. I hate that she was fucking crying as well. For a moment back there, I’d been worried her tears had been about us. That she’d told those girls what happened to her last night and was breaking her heart while she relayed the story.
That she’d been crying about her dead sister had almost been worse.
It makes me feel guilty, which isn’t something I’m used to, and I’m worried we’ve been far too hard on her. What if everything she’s told us is the truth? She’s just found out her half-sister died, and she’s been in a bike crash, and then abducted by those fucking psychos, the Preachers. And what have we done? Basically tortured her.
I know we’ll never be like those golden retriever energy men girls talk about—we’re more like fucking Rottweilers—but it does make me wonder if we’re going about this all wrong. Maybe she’s not a plant or a club whore, and we’re mistaken about everything we’ve accused her of. We’re pissed about her not believing our side of things, and for what she said about Lex and Zane assaulting her, but considering everything we’ve done to her, should we really be surprised? Maybe if we’d treated her differently, she’d act differently toward us, too.
It’s so messed up between us because she likes the games, and the degradation, and the praise, but not letting her come was an asshole move. I might not want to be her best friend, or her lover—I almost laugh at the idea—but if she cuts us off, I’ll miss her like the damn drug she is.
Maybe we need to soften it up a little.
Are we capable of change?
Are any of us?
I follow her back to her room and make sure she gets in safely, and that she’s alone. Then I give her enough time to fall asleep. I’m fairly certain she’ll crash straight into bed and will be out like a light. It gives me more confidence to do what I want.
Using her keys to open her door, I slip inside. There’s light from the bathroom, making it easy to see. The room smells faintly of the sweet cocktail she’d been drinking. She’s managed to take off her clothes, and they create a trail right up to her bed, where she’s currently face down in only her panties and bra. She hasn’t even managed to pull the covers up over herself.
She’s going to have one hell of a headache in the morning.
Aware of this, I go to the bathroom and fill a glass with water. Then I go to her purse and rummage around inside. Sure enough, I find a couple of Tylenol. I pop the tablets out of the small pill case and set them on her nightstand, together with the water. At least now they’ll be right there when she wakes. She was too drunk, so she’ll probably think she put them there.
Normally, I pull up a chair, so she won’t feel my weight depressing the bed, but this time I’m confident she won’t notice me.
Vani. Fucking Vani. Sweet and salt all rolled into one.
I sweep her long, dark hair from her back, and lightly run my fingers down the detailed snake tattoo she has decorating her spine.
Venom for the Vipers. She was always destined to be ours. Maybe Reagan’s death even played a part in that.
I allow my fingers to go lower, tracing the curve of her ass. It’s so thick and juicy, my mouth waters. I push the material of her panties to one side and lower my face to kiss and lick and lightly bite her soft skin, which erupts in goosebumps at my caresses.
Carefully, I roll her underwear down, so it’s hooked under her cheeks and is stretched across her upper thighs. I can quickly put them back in place, should I need to. I run my finger between the cleft of her cheeks, and down over her asshole, where I linger. I love being in her pussy, and getting to suck on her tits, but I’m jealous my brother got to fuck her ass. How tight was she? Insanely, so, I bet. Poor Lex had barely been able to control himself, and he’d filled her ass with cum prematurely. I wonder how long it had taken for it to stop dripping out of her.
I press the tip of my finger inside her asshole, just asserting pressure. I bet she has a vibrator and some lube in one of her bedside cabinet drawers. There’s no way I’d attempt to fuck her ass without lube. Now the thought is in my head, I can’t get it out again.
I want to make her feel good, even in her sleep.
Rising from the bed, I go to the bedstand and rifle through the drawers. Sure enough, she has a vibrator, though I’m disappointed at its size. I’d been hoping for a monster like Zane used on her, but instead she has a small green one that doesn’t even look like a cock. I leave it where it is, for the moment. I locate a bottle of lube, unclip the cap, and add some to my fingers. I know the lube will be cold, so I don’t put it directly on her.
Then I return to my position on the bed and refocus on her hole.
Is she still sore from Lex’s cock being up there? Still stretched? Will that make things easier for me?
“That’s it,” I murmur to her. “Be my little ass slut.”
I slide a lubed finger inside her ass, and she lets out a breathy sigh and squirms. Fuck, that’s hot. My cock is insanely hard, and I use my other hand to free myself. I’m thick and heavy and hard, and I so desperately want to fuck her.
I kneel on the bed, straddling her, but making sure I keep my weight off her legs. I let go of my cock and slide my hand underneath her body to apply pressure to her clit. She rolls her hips into my hand and lets out a moan of pleasure. Can I make her climax in her sleep? I rub her a little faster, and she whimpers and sighs and presses down into my hand. Carefully, I finger her ass, and it only takes seconds for her breathing to rachet up another level. Her inner muscles clench around me, and she twists her head one way and then the next, her dark hair spread across the pillow and partially covering her face. Her eyes are still shut, but now her lips are parted, and her tongue sneaks out to wet them. She mutters something incomprehensible, and I wonder if I should stop, but I know I can’t.
If she weren’t trashed, I’d never dare to do this, but she’s so drunk she won’t likely wake up. Fuck, I’m falling down such a dark hole but can’t seem to stop these nocturnal visits.
Slipping my finger from her ass, but still working her clit, I grab my cock again and position the head at her asshole. I press in, just a tiny amount. She stretches around me, her ass gripping the head of my cock. Fuck, she feels incredible. I keep working her clit as I masturbate, doing my best not to penetrate her any further for fear of disturbing her.
The whole time, I watch her face and listen to her breathing, making sure she doesn’t wake up.
Her breathing grows more ragged, and she moves her hips in her sleep, trying to fuck me back. I wonder what she’s seeing in her dreams. Am I involved?
My pleasure builds, and I let out a shaky breath. I’d give anything to drive deep, to embed all eight inches of my cock in her ass, right up to my balls. It would hurt her, though, and I know she’d wake up for sure. I almost want to experience the chaos that would happen upon her waking to finding me fucking her ass, but the tiny part of me that’s sensible holds back.
My hand moves faster, working my length. I’m like granite in my fist. The muscles of my thighs and ass are locked in place, my focus intense. I’m so close to coming, I feel it building. I edge forward just a tiny bit more, and, in her sleep, Vani cries out. Her hips buck, and her fingers curl in the blanket. A gush of hot fluid coats my hand that’s still beneath her, and I take it as my signal to give in.
My climax spills from my balls, racing up my spine and out of my cock. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I almost collapse on top of her, but somehow I manage to hold my dick in place so I come with my cockhead pressed just inside her ass. Milky cum spurts from where her tight ring meets my head, so I know I haven’t filled her up entirely. I wonder if she’ll notice, or will she just blame it on some of Lex’s still residing inside her? Maybe I can use my mouth and suck it out of her like venom from a snake bite?
Perhaps not.
I put myself away and go to the bathroom. I get a warm washcloth and return to the bed to very gently clean her up, then I put her underwear back in place. Finally, I pick up a soft, handknitted throw that’s hung over the back of a chair and cover her beautiful body with it.
“Thank you, beautiful girl,” I whisper to her.
I love these moments, when it’s just the two of us. They’re something special.
Suddenly exhausted, I slump down into the chair that has been my bed for several nights already this week. It’s not comfortable, but it’ll do. I’ll sleep better here, watching over her and knowing she’s safe, than I will alone in my bed.
My eyes slip shut, and my chin hits my chest. My thoughts drift, scattering in the way they do right before sleep, where I’m unsure what is real and what is a dream…
I snap awake again.
Like a guard dog, I’m aware something has changed. Is it Vani? Did she wake?
But she’s in the same position she was when I drifted off, her breathing still deep and even. Something disturbed me, though. I check the rest of the room. We’re alone. No one has entered while I was dozing. Something’s not right. My skin prickles with the awareness of it, and my ears strain, trying to catch anything that’s unusual.
Slowly, I get to my feet, taking in the room in more detail, and pause.
On the floor, right next to the door, is a folded piece of paper.
I narrow my eyes. I’m sure that hadn’t been there when I’d entered. The door opening would have swept it from its current position.
Has someone just put the paper under the door?
I march over and scoop it up and unfold the piece of paper. I’m not sure what I’m expecting—maybe a message from one of Vani’s friends telling her to meet them somewhere, though I have no idea why they hadn’t just sent her a text. Besides, it’s past two in the morning now. Why would anyone think she’s still awake?
I glance down at the paper, skimming my eyes across it.
Should have died in the crash – bitch!!!
Every inch of my body goes rigid. What the actual fuck? Someone wrote this to her, and, from the look of the handwriting, which is in capital letters and scrawled hard on the paper, they meant it, too.
It suddenly occurs to me that whoever put the note under the door could still be in the hallway outside. I dart for the door, unlocking it and yanking it open. I stick my head out, checking left and right for anyone lurking outside, but it’s empty.
Merde.
I gave them plenty of time to get away by being half asleep and not understanding what had woken me. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to fucking sleep. I want to punch myself on the side of my head for being so stupid. How could I protect Vani when I was sleeping?
I still have the note in my hand. Is this the first one she’s received? Or have there been others? I remember the message someone scrawled on the lockers, too. Are they connected? Or was that just someone screwing around? The message on the lockers had a juvenile feel to it, like it could have been a game, but the note feels dark and intense. Full of hatred.
Who could hate Vani in such a way, and why hasn’t she told us, assuming there have been others?
Unless…she thinks we’re the ones behind them.
She wouldn’t think that, would she? I contemplate the possibility. Maybe she does, especially if she believes we were behind her sister’s death. She’s also accused us of assaulting her, which is fucked up, but if that is how she feels, a few poison pen notes are nothing in the scope of that.
This puts me in a difficult position. I’m not supposed to be in her room. What do I do? If I confront her about the note, I’ll be announcing that I’ve been using her keys to sneak in here, night after night. She’s going to be fucking pissed at me—even more than normal.
If I take the note to show the other Vipers, I’ll also have to admit to them that I’ve been sneaking into her room, and then they’ll be the ones pissed at me. Beyond pissed, it will cause a load of hassle.
I weigh up my options. Vani’s already angry with me. The other Vipers will surely forgive my transgressions, though they might also put a stop to me coming in here, or at least want their turn. Then what? We all sneak in here? No way they’ll be quiet and careful the way I am. I don’t disturb her. She’s taken care of by me, made to feel good and watched over.
They’ll fuck that up, and I won’t have that.
This time is precious to me.
I make my decision to wait it out, and in the meantime, I’ll look into this myself. I slip out of her room, and then crouch to slide the note back under the door for Vani to find.