Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
AUGUST
I t’s finally halftime and I’m afraid I might pluck my eyeballs straight out of my head, I’m so over being in this suite. Watching this game with these drunken fools that are actual members of my frat—still not sure how that happened—and Rafe’s equally drunk girlfriend or hookup or whatever he wants to call her. Sin’s roommate, which is probably the best thing I can label that girl who has zero qualms about letting the lecherous Rafe feel her up every chance he gets. In public. They’re all so drunk, they don’t care about the ruckus they’re causing, and I’ve already gone to the various donors and alumni that are occupying the box with us tonight, promising donations and contributions to their various charities if they can pretend to ignore the little mess our first years are causing this evening.
They all nodded and murmured their thanks, telling me they understood, though they don’t understand shit. I’m not doing this out of the graciousness of my heart or because I want these freshman idiots to have a good time. I’m suffering through this night for this certain woman who has been sitting next to me the entire time. Driving me out of my mind with fucking lust because of her scent and her soft hair and the thick white crewneck college sweatshirt she’s currently wearing. She’s pulled her hair into a ponytail and every time she swings that head—which is often—the ends slap me in the cheek and I think she’s doing it on purpose.
It's fine. I like it. Far too much and I don’t fucking understand why because I don’t like this woman. Can I even call her a woman? More like she’s a girl—barely eighteen, barely out of high school, probably doesn’t have an ounce of experience, and if I made even a minor attempt at seducing her, she’d probably scream bloody murder and run like the devil himself was chasing her.
Maybe I am the devil. I probably am. I’m no better than the skeevy Rafael who is currently sitting on the other side of Tim with his precious Elise. His hand is up her shirt and I can see his fingers move beneath the fabric of her tight T-shirt as they work at her nipple.
Seriously, what the fuck?
“Hey.” I lean forward, my gaze meeting Rafe’s. His eyelids are at half-mast and I wonder if he’s high as well as drunk. “Take that shit somewhere else.”
Rafe removes his hand from beneath Elise’s shirt and salutes me, making her giggle. “Yes, sir.”
He stands, grabs hold of Elise’s hand, and within seconds, they’re gone.
“Where did they just go?” Sin glances up from her phone, of which she’s paid attention to more than Tim tonight. I take that as a good sign. She nudges Tim, who’s focused on the field and not paying attention to her. The stupid prick. “Where did your friend and Elise go?”
“What?” He glances around before returning his gaze to hers, his expression sheepish. “I didn’t even notice they left.”
“I told them to take it somewhere else,” I drawl, sounding bored as fuck because guess what ?
I’m bored as fuck. With the game, at least. Not with the woman sitting next to me. She will hardly look at me and I’m sure she’s still pissed. She was not happy to see me and that’s putting it mildly. I annoy her, which is fine. Perfect. She annoys me too. More than anything, my thoughts and—oh God I sound like a sap—my feelings about her annoy me.
“Ahh.” That’s all Tim says. He returns his attention to the game, completely unbothered. Guess my explanation was enough for him.
Sinclair’s exasperated sigh goes right over Tim’s head and she turns to glare at me. I smirk at her, unable to help myself, and her entire face reddens. “Take what somewhere else?” she asks, her voice vaguely shrill.
I have no patience for a shrill sounding woman, but I’ll try my best. “They were sitting over there practically having sex. Or did you not notice?”
“Having sex?” Her voice rises and I send her a look. She lowers her tone, thank God. “What do you mean?”
“His hand was up her shirt and I’m pretty sure I saw a wet spot on the front of his pants.” Jesus, do I need to give her a play-by-play? How did she not notice the two of them grinding on each other? “I told them to get out if they were going to keep that sort of thing up.”
“Wow. You didn’t have to be so rude to my friends by kicking them out,” she mutters, her disgust obvious.
“You’re saying you didn’t have a problem with them going at it in here? They’re representatives of our fraternity, you know. Have you seen everyone in here tonight?” I wave a hand in the general direction of the rest of the crowd. “There are some serious VIPs in this suite.”
“Like Tim and Rafael?” She raises her brows, no doubt challenging me, and I have to admit to myself…
That thing she does with her brows and the way she tries to defy me? Maybe even tease me? Hot .
Hotter than hot.
“Right. Like your little buddies,” I drawl.
“They’re not my little buddies.” She leans in closer, giving me an excuse to subtly sniff her hair. God, she’s delicious. “Rafe and Elise had sex earlier today for the first time. And it was her first time ever.”
“He’s fucked,” I tell her with a groan.
Sin frowns. “ He’s fucked? More like she is. He’s been groping her all night.”
So she did notice. “She hasn’t complained from what I could tell.”
“Because she’s drunk.”
“And why aren’t you? I’ve seen you drinking your fair share of rum and Cokes all evening.”
“There’s no rum in here.” She rattles the ice in her glass.
“Bullshit.”
“Try it.” She holds the glass out to me and I take a sip from the skinny straw. And no, I don’t care that I saw her lips wrapped around it earlier. That doesn’t matter whatsoever. She’s right—it’s just plain Coke in there. “See?”
I’m pleasantly surprised that she’s not an actual drunken fool like the rest of them. I like to drink on occasion, but I do it in moderation for the most part—save for the time I took Sinclair back to my room. I was drunk off my ass that night and paid the price the next day. I haven’t had a drop of alcohol since.
“I guess you weren’t lying.”
“I’m not a liar.”
There’s something about her fierce tone that has me thinking she’s trying to send me some sort of unsaid message.
“Are you calling me one?”
“Are you?”
“I don’t know.” I glare at her. “Am I?”
A huff escapes her and she jerks her gaze from mine, watching the game like she cares. All while I watch her like I care. And there’s the lie. I don’t care about anyone else in this world except my family and myself. Oh, and Cyrus, who unfortunately couldn’t make it tonight because he went on a date.
Such a shame. I think he would’ve found the first years’ antics hilarious.
“You’re staring at me,” Sin whispers, her lips barely moving, her attention still on the game. Tim isn’t paying attention to us. No one is. I decide to test her limits.
“Can’t help it.” I lean forward, brushing the hair that’s resting against her cheek and tucking it behind her ear. She shivers—it’s the tiniest of movements, but I notice and triumph floods me. A reaction. Finally. “You’re in my line of vision.”
“You’re supposed to be watching the game.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the game.”
She turns to face me, a smile on her face. “I knew you were lying! You hate football, don’t you?”
Interesting how cheerful she sounds, asking me that question.
“You caught me.” I barely react.
“See? You are a liar.” She shakes her head.
“You don’t like it either. You’ve barely watched the game all night.” I point at the phone sitting in her lap. “You’d rather scroll social media than watch this stupid game.”
She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, looking guilty as fuck and goddamn, seeing her bite her lip is making me hard, which is ridiculous. “Caught.”
“Knew it.” I lean in close to her, my mouth at her ear and I lower my voice to a rough whisper. “Let’s get out of here.”
Sinclair jerks away from me as if she needs the space. “Are you serious?”
I say nothing. Just stare at her for a while, my gaze dropping to her mouth. Her sexy as fuck, utterly kissable mouth. It’s always formed in a pout and I realize that’s its natural shape. “Deadly.”
“No.” Her gaze slides to the side, like she’s considering Tim, who hasn’t considered her for hours. “I’m on a date.”
“And you’re bored with him. He doesn’t even pay attention to you.” My smile is small and wicked, I’m sure. “I can make things a little more…interesting.”
“What exactly are you suggesting?” She appears genuinely perplexed.
I lean back into her, my mouth at her ear once again. “Go to the bathroom and wait for me.”
Her sharp inhalation of breath tells me she thinks that’s either a terrible or wonderful idea. “Absolutely not.”
I don’t let her response faze me. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“How?” She turns her head toward mine, our mouths so close I could kiss her. I remember what it was like when I did. How sweet she tasted.
“Once I get you alone, I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll see stars.”
Her chest rises and falls. Rises and falls and I worry that I took it too far. What am I going to do, fingerfuck her in the bathroom and make her scream my name? Come on. I’m just as bad as Rafe.
“Is that a promise?”
Her words are spoken so softly that at first, I thought I was hearing things. But no. She said that.
She fucking said it.
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation, giving her a gentle shove. “Go.”
She jumps to her feet and stretches her arms above her head, causing her sweatshirt to rise and show off a slice of her bare stomach. I stare at the exposed skin, thinking of all the many, many deplorable things I want to do to her and I shift in my seat. Trying to ease the ache that’s growing in my dick.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she says loud enough for the entire suite to hear. Not that anyone is paying attention to her. Not even Tim, though that’s nothing new.
“Okay. There are bathrooms in the suite,” Tim says, never looking away from the game.
She sends me an unreadable look and then walks away. I’m tempted to jump up and follow her right this second but I wait a few. Count to ten. Check my notifications. Pretend to watch the field.
Then I hightail it out of there and head for the bathrooms, trying not to look too eager. Desperate to control the frantic beating of my heart. This is the most exciting thing I’ve ever done since…I don’t know when. If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve been bored not just tonight, but for days. Weeks. Months. Years.
Nothing stimulates me. Nothing interests me either, with the exception of her.
Sin.
I test the door handle and slip into the women’s bathroom with ease, remembering that it’s a single and no one else will be inside. Sinclair is standing at the sink, her hands braced against the counter, her head swiveling in my direction when she hears the distinct click of the lock sliding into place. She faces me fully, her mouth working, her eyes wide and I know she’s going to tell me no. That we shouldn’t do this.
“I don’t think I can go through with this,” she admits, her voice shaky. She won’t look at me when she says it either and I know in that moment, I’ve won. This girl is going to let me do whatever I want to her.
And she’s going to love every minute of it.