Chapter 3
Did We Just Have Our First Fight?
Present Day
If that fucker Ethan Chambry talks to Scarlett one more damn time, I'm going to lose my shit. He’s a dick and she deserves better.
-Axel
Axel
Hector Rodriguez and I make it to Fraternity Row before the rest of our brothers.
It's a Luau-themed party tonight, but I didn't dress up.
I've been groomed since childhood to never be like the rest. Creed men are different. We never let anyone see the hand we're playing.” You taking anyone home tonight, Hector?” I already know the answer.
“Maybe.” He shrugs.
I roll my eyes at him. He won't admit why he'll be leaving solo, but we all know why. She's 5'2, has fiery red hair, and won't give him the time of day. Ouch. “We both know that was a lie.”
He shoves me with a laugh. Hectors, the quiet, reserved one out of us.
He doesn't ask me the same question because he knows the answer is also no. My dick is still broken and won't work for anyone else, but I also haven’t tried lately. I haven’t really shared it with anyone, but I'm getting tired of this party lifestyle.
Different, that's what I want and need. Scarlett has been mine since Freshman orientation, and she'll soon know it.
I've avoided my feelings for her long enough, but there is still one more phase to go through before my plan is complete.
Daddy dearest has threatened to disown me for years, and getting involved with her will seal that fate.
My ducks need to be in a row, so I can take care of her and myself.
Theodore will have an aneurysm when everyone sees us together in that capacity because of her size.
He's a raging asshole when he wants to be, which lately has been on the regular.
My dad believes appearance is everything, but to me, it's not.
Who cares what anyone else thinks? She's not less than me, just like I'm not better because of my athletic build or who my family is.
Scanning the room, disappointment flares.
There is never anything or anyone different here.
Until, oh Fuck me, Scarlett is here. Shit.
She never comes to these parties. And why does Ethan Chambray have his arm wrapped around her shoulders?
He'll have my fist in his face before the night is over.
I've warned him off her twice already, and now he's standing there smiling at me. The guy has a damn death wish.
The way she was looking up at him was not okay.
Scarlett thinks he's cute. Her eyes widen as she sees me looking in their direction.
My Wallflower drops her eyes and bites her lower lip nervously.
It's been a minute since I've fought, but I’m not afraid him.
I crack my neck and smile at Ethan to piss him off.
I chuckle to myself when Jake makes his way to my side. Shaking his head, he shouts. “Oh hell, really, Creed.” Smiling at him with a shrug, I'm definitely getting a lecture tomorrow, but it’s time to teach this asshole a lesson.
“He touched my girl. He won't touch her again. Bet.” Now I’m laughing and Jake shakes his head again, but I know he will have my back.
Ethan circles me like the douchebag that he is so I don’t waste any time.
My famous right hook lands on its designated target.
His jaw. Faking a punch to his gut, I change it up at the last minute and hit the other side of his face instead.
Dazed and confused, mother fucker. Even with me being wasted, this is going pretty well.
Most guys can't fight for shit. I'm going in for another punch, but my boys hold me back.
Scarlett shoves me, giving me a go-to-hell look, then runs up to check on Ethan. She rubs his already swollen jaw.
Scarlett's cousin Janet walks over and takes Ethan into her awaiting arms. My Wallflower doesn't fuss at her for doing so.
Maybe I misinterpreted the situation. However, she's pissed at me and glares as she walks out the front door. Did we just have our first fight? I think we did. I can’t let her leave like this.
Jake pushes me toward the door. “You're done, Creed.”
“Yeah, figured, Boss!” I give him the salute.
Jake chuckles. “Sorry, buddy. You need a ride, or you gonna walk it off?”
“I'll walk.” Scarlett can't be too far ahead of me.
I put my jacket on because it's surprisingly cool for an August night here in Texas.
I walk past our house and head in the direction of where I can almost bet Scarlett has run off.
Summer classes start on Monday. Heading toward the library and reviewing course material will sober me up anyway.
I walk by the fiction section and stop abruptly because my Wallflower is here.
Just like I knew she'd be. We've never even talked, but I know her.
She loves to read smut, and her favorite book boyfriend, according to her Booktok account, is Casteel Da'Neer.
I can tell by the look on her face if she's on a spicy part or not.
The blush that spreads across her cheeks is nothing compared to my plans for us.
And just like magic, my dick works again.
This can't be rushed though. She deserves romance.
Scarlett’s face is ingrained in every part of my memory, and she fascinates me in every capacity of the word.
Something I noticed the other day is that when she’s lost in deep thought, she scrunches her nose.
It’s the damn cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
Scarlett is beautiful in a way I can't explain. She's just different.
We both seem to end up at the library a lot.
I sigh deeply because my eyes devour every inch of her, and it's still not enough.
Tired of fighting this constant need to be near her, my feet walk toward her table.
Then with a defiant brow, my ass plops in the seat right in front of her.
She startles, and then her head bows as it always does.
I take her phone, enter her code, and place my number inside her contacts.
Her voice is soft as she asks me her first question with a furrowed brow. “How do you know my code?”
Answering Scarlett's question would only incriminate myself more in her eyes.
On nights when the darkness begins to seep in, her siren call reaches out to me.
It's like she's the eye of the hurricane, the calm within my category-five storm.
That's when I creep into her apartment to watch her sleep.
And because there is no helping my obsession with her, I go through her phone and read lines out of her smutty books.
Looking around, there is nobody even close to our section of the library.
I stand up and her wary eyes follow my every movement.
Pulling her from her seat, I sit in her place.
Hiking her skirt, I sit her ample ass on my lap and savor every minute of her vanilla and honey scent as my arms of steel encase her firmly in my arms. Her soft, even breaths are like music to my ears.
“What are you doing here? You acted like an animal back there.” She tries to wiggle away from me but I hold onto her firmly.
“I am an animal when it comes to you.” I tilt my head as I look into her eyes.
“But...you’ve never even spoken to me. I don’t understand this.” Her innocence will be my undoing.
Taking my hand, I rub her thick thigh, my massive hand covers most of it, and my cock begs to get out as she shudders against my touch.
I gently place kisses on her shoulder and all the way up her neck.
“I’m speaking to you now.” A moan escapes her beautiful lips, and it almost pushes me over the edge.
It’s been over a year, but only she would suffice.
My body craves her. ”You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. ”
Taking my forefinger, I sweep it up and down the seam of her panties. My smile broadens as she almost bucks off my lap. Her pussy is soaking wet. Just like I knew it would be. Ripping the thin fabric from her body, she whispers greedily. “Please.”
Wrapping my hand around her hair, I pull it back with a hiss. My words to her are raspy and full of need. “Please, what, Wallflower?” She claws at the hand between her thighs and her beautiful little slit. I pull her back further. “Tell me. Now.”
Our gazes lock. Her beautiful brown eyes shine with desire. “I want to be yours. Please make me come.” Bringing her full lips to mine, I ravage them. Our tongues clash, and it doesn't take me long to dominate the situation.
Picking her up, I stand and place her ass on top of the table.
“Be quiet, Scarlett, because no one gets to hear your sounds but me. Understand that?” She nods.
Too lost in lust to voice her agreement.
Spreading her thighs and giving one last look around us to ensure no one else is watching, my tongue finally dives into her sweet pussy.
Scarlett rocks against my mouth and puts her hand in my hair.
She tastes so fucking sweet. Hands down, the best cunt my tongue has ever had the pleasure of licking.
My fingers dig into her hips as I suck on her swollen clit.
She moans, and my hand slaps her ass cheek.
She yelps, and I pop her again. “Quiet, Scarlett. Cover your mouth if you have to. I won’t tell you again. ”
She bites her lip to keep from making any noises.
Covering her mouth with mine, I plunge my fingers into her tight hole.
She whimpers her pleasure against my mouth.
She rides my hand and comes quickly. I bend down and lick the tasty cream dripping from her slit.
“You're such a good fucking girl, Scarlett. This pussy belongs to me, no one else. Understand?” She nods and I kiss her one more time.
“Good girl. Now go home. It's late, and where you live is such a shit neighborhood now. I'll be in touch.”
She pulls her skirt down even further. Her lips are swollen from my demanding kisses. Fire ignites inside her eyes. “Don't you mean because you'll be watching?”
I take her chin firmly in my hand. “Yes, I'm always watching, but don't get it twisted, Wallflower. Now that I've finally tasted you, no one else will ever get to.” I cup her mound in my hand. “This pussy is mine, Scarlett.”
***
Axel is infuriatingly hot, and the way he makes me feel is unlike anything else I've ever experienced.
-Scarlett
Laying restless in bed as I remember the feel of Axel's expert hands all over my body.
It was more than just a meaningless romp in the library.
He laid claim to me last night. With every tease, every caress, he marked me as his.
Turning on the light beside my bed, I grab my newest alien romance book.
Looking at the cover gets me excited to start reading.
Not sure what's exciting about a giant green alien with a monster size penis and horns, but yeah, I'm here for it.
My phone vibrates making my heart stop. Literally. Because without looking, I know who it is.
Rabies: What r u doing?
Me: Love your nickname btw
Rabies: Stop deflecting...
Rolling my eyes, I giggle.
Me: What are you doing? Let me guess...leaving another party with some dumb tramp?
Rabies: Jealous?
Duh, but I'll never admit it.
Me: bye
Rabies: Lol. I'm home. Alone. Which is where and what you better be.
I decide to be semi-generous with my answer.
Me: I'm home.
The reply is instant.
Rabies: Alone?
My smile is petty.
Me: Axel, for someone who just started talking to me, you are super nosey.
My phone starts a long series of vibrations, alerting that Axel is calling me. I’m not answering it.
Rabies: Answer now, or I'll come over.
I laugh. He's a freaking Barbarian.
Me: You don't know which apartment it is.
Rabies: Don't I? I'm always watching, remember?
I was feeling ballsy. I leave him on read and he doesn’t send another text.
Smiling because victory is mine. However, my celebration is short-lived because my front door swings open, and an angry-looking Axel walks in.
Then, he calmly locks it back up. “What the hell? You have a key to my apartment, Axel.”
He shrugs and continues looking through my closet, bathroom, and guest bedroom for a man, I'm assuming.
Which is lunacy because I haven't had sex since being here because of the cock blocker that's now inside my house.
Satisfied, Axel strolls back into my room, making me jump off the bed.
My hand on my hips, he corners me up against the wall.
He places his forehead up against mine. “All I want is for you to answer me truthfully when I ask you something. Trust is not an easy thing for me. But I want to trust you.”
My eyes widen. “Axel, you realize that's fucked, right? We've never even gone on a date before. You can't make demands of me. Just because you want to.”
He bites my bottom lip, almost to the point of pain, and smiles.
My body trembles, needing him to do it again.
His calm, steel voice has an edge to it.
Each word is laced with warning. “Scarlett, you’re fucking mine.
” He brings his hand up to caress my face just before he places pressure on my throat as his fingers wrap around the front of neck.
My pulse rapidly beats against his palm, but I'm not scared.
Excitement fills every part of my being.
“And no one will ever touch you again. Understand?” He rocks his erection against my middle when I don't answer. “Under—stand?”
My reply is almost a moan. “Yes.”
He moves away until only his hand remains at my throat. “Only good girls get to come, Wallflower. So, go lie down. We both have class tomorrow. And next time I ask you a question, maybe you'll answer me.”
Asshole. But I do as I'm told because my inner submissive bitch is showing, and she likes to please.