Chapter 5 – Dakota #2
I’d never really liked anyone before. I mean, sure, there were a few girls here and there that I thought were kind of cute, but getting stuck in a psych ward at fifteen with the whole world watching kind of put a damper on your reputation and didn’t really scream “boyfriend material”.
A lot of it was because I had zero expectations when it came to sex and other people. Nobody wanted to be around me, which was fine, but that also meant there was no one who wanted to partake in those kinds of activities with me.
So yeah. The best part of all of this was that Reese didn’t know who I was. He didn’t know my fucked-up past, hadn’t heard the rumors or read the articles.
Well, maybe by now he had, but that first day, he was definitely in the dark.
I’d never met someone who hadn’t already heard of me or knew who I was just by seeing the scar on my face.
I’d been constantly surrounded by people who knew me by name or appearance, which made it difficult—and not fun—to navigate social waters since no one wanted to associate with the supposedly crazy, violent weirdo.
But even before that day, when I was just the Voss violinist, a child prodigy they’d adopted out of the goodness of their hearts, a true rags-to-riches fairytale that anyone would envy—even before then, people only wanted to have me play at their venues, to get a taste of the fame that had come with my talent.
That was a huge part of why I’d stopped playing. Why I’d walked off stage that day and never returned.
Why I’d let Everett get away with all his lies—not that anyone was going to believe me anyway, but I didn’t try very hard to convince people otherwise. It would be a waste of my energy when Albert would never believe me over his own flesh and blood. He never had and he never would.
And then some guy with a razor-sharp tongue who had no idea about my reputation had practically fallen in my lap.
Or I’d fallen in his.
It was a mutual falling-in-laps situation. Laps had touched, that was all that mattered.
I wanted to get under his skin as much as he’d managed to get under mine, but he kept ignoring me and running away from me, damn it.
Was it the scar? Or just me? Probably both.
What would it take to get him to pay attention to me? Maybe I should tell him I played the violin, too. Maybe that would pique his interest enough and he’d lower his defenses and talk to me about music.
Yeah, that would probably be a good start. Obviously we had a mutual interest in music, and if he knew we both played the same instrument, maybe that would soften him to me.
Did I want him to soften to me, though? I kind of liked how fierce he was. When he growled and glared at me, it made my blood pump fast and my heart beat hard.
I was halfway to the cafeteria when I spotted Everett and his fencing posse. The asshole had his dark hair gelled back like the douche he was, smiling at some girl he was talking with. She twirled her hair around her finger as he smiled down at her.
He was probably thinking about the best way to kill her and hide the body.
He was awful. Evil. Charming and witty and entirely lacking in any kind of empathy with sadistic, manipulative tendencies.
He was the reason I couldn’t have nice things. He was the reason I couldn’t have anything, really.
I’d kill him if I could.
Fine, maybe not actually kill him, but I’d gladly beat his ass until he was on the brink of death.
Okay, maybe not even that, I wasn’t really into violence and I’d never hit another person in my entire life. But if he ever hurt our younger brother Val, I wasn’t holding back—my words, probably.
Ugh, sometimes I wished I was capable of hurting someone else because Everett really deserved a good smack in the face. I just didn’t have it in me, contrary to all the lies and rumors he’d spread.
I turned on my heel and headed back to my room.
Reese wasn’t there, which was disappointing but expected, so I stripped, grabbed a towel, and started up the shower.
He probably wouldn’t be back until much, much later, so I left the door cracked.
I hated how hot it got in the bathroom when the shower was on and wanted to let some of the steam escape.
I hated the heat in general and couldn’t wait until it got cooler out.
I thought maybe the ventilation fan was broken or not working properly, which wasn’t surprising considering how old this building was, but cracking the door helped a bit.
When the water was warm enough, I stepped over the lip of the tub and under the stream.
Albert had put me with the scholarship students and the children of the poorest and least influential families; Williams Hall was the worst dorm on campus and everyone knew it.
Val had been placed in the nicest dorm, which I was glad about because he got sick a lot, and this building would probably be bad for his health.
I didn’t care where I had to live; as long as Val was in a nicer dorm, that was fine.
I’d put up with so much from this bullshit excuse of a family that nothing fazed me anymore.
Actually, that wasn’t true.
A boy with a butterfly on his cheek and a blistering fire in his eyes had completely disoriented me in the best kind of way.
I wanted him to touch me.
No one had ever touched me before—I mean, not like that, at least—and I wanted him to reach into my pants and wrap his long fingers around my dick.
What would that feel like?
I braced one hand on the wall and gripped myself, groaning as I pictured Reese, those pouty lips, those mean eyes filled with annoyance.
I stroked myself in rough, quick movements, heat building in my balls as I imagined him standing in front of me, telling me to shut up, to spread my legs more as he moved his hand up and down my length, his frustrated voice vibrating against my skin as he bit into my neck and sucked so hard I started coming all over his hand, hips thrusting, chasing his touch as a deep moan was ripped from my throat.
I panted heavily and stared down at my cum-soaked fingers.
“Fuck.”
That was barely a fantasy at all, just ten seconds of imagining what Reese would be like, and I’d come so fast and hard my ears were ringing.
I laughed shakily and washed away the cum from the wall and my hand, finished up in the shower, then shut it off and stepped out.
I was rubbing the towel through my hair when the door abruptly burst open. I jumped and turned to find Reese standing there, completely frozen.
He had his hands on the zipper of his pants, like he was about to undo them.
He made a small sound of surprise, his eyes blew wide and his lips parted as he just stood there and stared at me. His gaze trailed down my chest, my stomach, and stopped at my dick.
For a really long time.
Those cheeks of his turned pink, then darkened to a deep crimson that spread everywhere—up his ears, down his throat, until he was blushing so hard he looked like a lobster.
My cock started to thicken under his intense stare, and this was probably the part where I was supposed to cover myself, the part where he left in a hurry, but neither one of us moved at all.
He just kept staring at my dick, like it had put him in a trance, and I just kept getting harder and harder until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I can’t tell if you’re traumatized or turned on,” I said, throwing the towel on the counter, trying not to touch myself.
Or maybe he would like that? I’d never know if I didn’t try.
Reese’s eyes flew up to mine, he made some kind of sound in the back of his throat, and then stepped out and yanked the door shut with so much force it rattled in the frame.
Damn it.
“Traumatized, then,” I muttered, then looked at myself in the mirror. I had a normal-looking dick, whatever normal meant. It was an average size, not a weird color, and my balls didn’t hang really low or anything.
I heard the door to the room slam, and tried tamping down my disappointment that he’d left entirely.
Well, at least the Reese in my fantasies liked my dick.
I’d take what I could get.