Chapter 9
She is makingit so fucking hard to concentrate.
I sit here, willing my dick to calm down, but just the simple bite of her lip as she concentrates on the physics project has me rock hard.
Rock. Fucking. Hard.
Let’s not even mention how she smells. Like jasmine and lemon. It’s taking every ounce of restraint not to bend her over this table and shove my cock into her pussy. Or maybe down her throat.
“So the car must have accelerated at 3.8 m/s2 in the negative direction and stopped after 4.0 seconds.” She scribbles on the notebook in front of her, her face scrunched as she writes.
She looks up, and her grey eyes narrow as she stares at me.
“What are you looking at?” I demand.
“I’m looking at my physics partner not doing anything other than staring like a creep at me.”
I shrug. “You are doing just fine on your own, Angel.”
“This is a partnered project. Did you forget that? And stop fucking calling me Angel.” Her lips curl in a sneer.
“No can do, Angel.” I lean in closer, and her breaths quicken as she stares down at her notebook. “How about we do something more fun? You get on your knees, and I’ll use your mouth.” I reach down and grab my cock, letting out a groan as I do.
“You are disgusting.” She scrunches her face in disgust.
I shrug with nonchalance. “No, just horny, Angel.”
“You know what? Fuck you.”
She stands up and starts packing up her things. There’s a red hue to her cheeks; I can tell she’s flustered as she stumbles throwing her items in.
“Or, and hear me out, I could fuck you. I think you need a stress relief. You’re wound a little tight there, Angel. How about I bend you over this table and slide my cock into you and savagely fuck you? Bet you would love my piercing. My Jacob’s ladder hitting that G-spot of yours. I bet I could have you squirting all over me in a matter of minutes.”
She immediately stops, and her mouth drops open.
The red hue in her cheeks is now spread all over her face and down her perfect pale neck, one that I want to do nothing but mark with my mouth.
Her eyes widen, and her mouth opens and shuts like a fish out of water. But no words come out. Instead, she turns and throws her bag over her shoulder and practically runs out of the room.
Chuckling, I tug my laptop out of my bag and pull up the assignment in the online class.
I upload the whole assignment that I had already done and hit send. I smile knowing that she’s more than likely going to lose her shit when she sees it’s been uploaded.
And I can’t wait.
Shutting down and putting it all away, I take out my phone and see what the other two guys are up to.
I have no other classes for the day and with it being rush week, Sigma Xi Delta is throwing a party like the rest of Greek Row.
It’s a chance for us to recruit new students.
And this year we are going all out.
We have a “friendly” bet with Lambda Theta Zeta on who will have the best fucking rush party. Last year they took home that trophy, what with their open bar and their raffle for concert tickets to see Burning Embers, a fucking amazing and kick-ass band.
We see your tickets and raise you a whole fuck you.
We got Burning Embers to play in our backyard tonight. Xayden had to pull some strings with his contacts at the police department and with the city so we could get permits to hold the concert.
Seven knew someone, who knew someone, who knew their manager and convinced him that this was a good idea.
It’s fucking brilliant.
And no one will know until that first note is played, and when it all goes out on social media, our house will be bombarded by rushes.
It will be fucking epic.
Fuck you, Lambda Theta Zeta.
Me:
Hey, where you assholes at?
Seven:
Back at the house. Xayden’s getting his dick sucked.
Me:
Monica?
Seven:
The whore herself.
Me:
Wonderful. Please tell me the other wonder bitches aren’t there.
Seven:
No. Guess they had class or some shit. Honestly, I couldn’t give a fuck.
Me:
On my way.
As I walk into the frat house, the smell of alcohol hits me. Seems our brothers have already started partying.
Voices emerge from the kitchen as I make my way over to it. Seven is leaning up against the counter looking at his phone, while Tristan and Zach are refilling their shot glasses with Fireball. And by the looks of it, they missed the glass a couple times.
“You assholes better clean that shit up. I don’t need a fucking sticky ass counter.” I glare at them.
“We will, Dek. Don’t worry,” Zach says before he clinks his glass against Tristan’s, and they knock the Fireball back.
I shake my head at those two. They will be plastered before the party even begins tonight. Which is their typical MO.
Seven tilts his head out toward the backyard as he pushes off the counter. I follow him out onto the deck and take a look at the makeshift stage being set up out at the back of the yard. We both lean against the railing and watch as the AV crew that we hired are doing their jobs to get it ready.
“Do you think it was smart to let Monica in here? You know she plays both teams.” I turn to Seven.
His eyebrows shoot up. “Why do you think Xayden is getting a blowie from her? Best way to shut a slut up: shove a dick down her throat.” He smiles. “Oh, speaking of, how was your little rendezvous with our new favorite girl on campus?”
Smiling, I chuckle and shake my head. “She’s not happy with her lab partner,” I drawl.
“Oh? And what did you do?” Seven grins.
I shrug a shoulder. “May have offered to let her suck my dick. Maybe told her I wanted to bend her over and fuck her. I dunno, something like that.”
“Jesus, Dek. She isn’t like that. You can’t just go whipping your dick out and threaten to fuck her.”
“I didn’t threaten, I offered,” I growl.
“What are you two talking about?” Xayden says as he steps out onto the deck.
“Where’s Monica?” Seven leans against the wooden railing, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Tied to my bed.”
“Seriously?” Seven laughs, nearly snorting.
Xayden’s lips tip up. “The only way to guarantee she won’t say anything. Keep her tied to my bed. I’ll go up there in a bit and shove my dick down her throat. Get her off a couple times. That will keep her sated. Besides, I’ll release her when the party starts.
“By that time, she will need to go get ready and that will take six hours, and that’s six hours less I’ll have her hanging all over me at this thing.”
“Fuck yeah. Brilliant,” Seven says with a whistle.
Xayden glances between us. “So, what did I interrupt?”
“We were talking about your sister and how Dekker here wanted to bend her over the table and fuck her,” Seven offers up.
He grimaces in disgust. “You are not fucking her. We are to fuck with her mind, not her fucking pussy.” Xayden narrows his eyes at me.
I throw up my hands. “I was just fucking getting her worked up. Trust me, she doesn’t want to be anywhere near me, let alone let me fuck her. And it worked. She got all huffy and embarrassed. She stormed right out of there.”
“I mean, you have to admit, Xay. She is a sexy piece of ass. Her little ‘I’m innocent’ act, it kinda makes me want to dirty her.” Seven bites his lips and groans.
“For fuck’s sake. Can you keep it in your pants for this one? I’m serious. We can fuck with her head, but that’s it. No sticking your dicks in her.”
“Fine. We will be dicks without the use of our dicks.” Seven rolls his eyes. “Which for the record isn’t as fun.” Xayden just shoots him a look, and Seven laughs it off.
“Well, now that all that is taken care of, have we confirmed Burning Embers?” I ask Xayden.
He nods. “Yeah. They will be on stage at ten. Cops will leave us alone as long as we keep the ruckus to a minimum. So make sure no one fights or does any dumb shit. Which reminds me, we need to get our brothers in the war room and discuss roles for the party.”
I grunt. Our war room is a room which only members of the fraternity are allowed. We discuss frat business there. It’s soundproof, and only us three have a key. So much of the history of Sigma Xi Delta is in those walls. We guard that room with our lives.
T-minus however many hours until the rush party starts, and honestly, it will fucking go down in history as the best rush party in history. We will be fucking legends.
“What’s on your mind?” Xayden slaps my back as he leans over the deck railing.
“I think I need to go to the gym. Hit something.”
“Why? Something happen?”
I shake my head, running a hand down my face. “No. Well, not yet. Dad is up for parole again. I expect them to, just like every other time, deny it. Just stresses me out. Stresses my mom out. Which, stresses me out more.”
“There’s no chance he will get out, right?” Seven asks.
“No. Well, I can’t say that. There is always a slight possibility. And fuck, if that happens …” I trail off, letting out a sigh. “I need to go hit shit. I’ll be back later.”
Turning, I exit the deck and walk inside the house and up to my room. I throw some shorts and a shirt in a bag, then grab a few bottles of water.
I need to beat the shit out of something or someone.
Walking out of the house and toward my motorcycle, I throw my leg over it and start her up.
There is no way I will be able to handle my father outside of those prison walls. I tolerate him at best. He is my father, after all. But he is where he belongs. Rotting in prison for taking the life of Senator Phil Settle.
My mother never really told me the whole truth, but from what I have pieced together, the senator was going after the club for their illegal activities. Trying to clean up the town.
My father and the club killed him to make a statement. That no one messes with the Bitter Saints MC.
However, that betrayal came from within their own club. Someone was a mole for the senator. Fed the authorities all the information they needed to take down the MC.
Except the senator still died. The mole never informed the cops of that plan. Which led a lot to speculate that the mole was an initiate and not a member of the inner circle. Since only the inner circle knew what was going down.
As I pull up to the gym, I park my bike and take a look around campus. It’s mid-afternoon and the sun is beating down on me.
The campus is alive with students who are clearly just rolling out of bed and going in search of food, while others are running to a class they are regretting taking on a Friday.
My phone buzzes and I pull it out of my pocket.
Angel:
Are you fucking kidding me?
You turned in the assignment?
When the hell did you even do it?
Why didn’t you tell me you had it done?
What the actual fuck?
I smile as I slip my phone back into my pocket. The phone is still going off, no doubt with more rapid-fire attitude from Rory.
She’s so easy to mess with. She flusters so easily.
And I won’t lie. I’m a little pissed Xayden has made her off-limits for our dicks, but whatever. Spending as much time as possible messing with her, seeing her cheeks turn pink, that will be worth it enough.
And I could always just stroke it to thoughts of bending her over and having that beautiful ass up in the air, waiting for me to slam into her.
Or find other available pussy. Again, whatever.
For now, with my phone still going off in my pocket, I head into the gym to take my mind off of everything.
Everything except my off-limits Angel. She stays.