Page 55 of If You Dare

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Wes

The redhead is back,but this time, she brought a friend.

I could’ve studied in my apartment with my noise-canceling headphones, which is usually my preferred place to study, especially after Trey’s gotten a few beers in him and passed out. But being here means keeping Violet in my sights, so that makes putting up with the puck bunnies bearable.

She even dresses like a librarian. Long, flowing skirt, frumpy sweater under a cardigan. She doesn’t want to be noticed, and I wish I didn’t. Wish I could go even more than a second without thinking about her.

Fucking Trey had to pull her onto his lap. Put his filthy fucking hands all over her. I tried to contain myself, tried to fight against the urge to rip her from their grips, bend her over the table, and fuck her right there in front of them, show them all exactly who she belongs to.

He pulled that scrunchy from her hair and kept it. Like a fucking trophy.

Once I knew he planned to taste her, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

At the circulation desk, she smiles at a student. My stomach twists. Been a long time since I’ve seen a smile on her face. Since she smiled at me.

“I’m so excited for your game, Wes.” The redhead squeezes my bicep. I forgot she was next to me.

“We should go out to celebrate after,” her raven-haired friend suggests.

“I plan on it,” I tell them.

The redhead trails her finger up and down my arm, and I want to shake her off. “We’re really good at celebrating.”

The girl wouldn’t know subtlety if it bit her in the ass.

“Have a good day,” Violet calls to the student.

Even after everything, she still has it in her to be kind, sweet. After everything she’s done. Everything we’ve put her through.

Her bright hazel eyes find mine across the room. I lean into the redhead’s touch. “Yeah, baby. Let’s celebrate all night.”

Violet can’t hear anything we’re saying, but it doesn’t take a genius to see this girl’s basically offering to climb onto my lap and ride me right here.

That familiar pink creeps up Violet’s cheeks and she glances away. I grin. My cock stiffens at her jealousy.

The redhead notices, but she thinks my hard-on is for her. She simpers and skims her hand across my thigh. “Remember how your cock could barely fit in my mouth?”

All I remember about that night is imagining Violet’s face while the redhead sucked me off.

She gets close to my erection now, grazing a sharp nail up my inner thigh, dangerously close. Driving me nuts and not in a good way.

Violet would wait for my instructions. And then she would do everything exactly as I tell her.

The librarian emerges from the back room, and Violet shoos her. From the way the woman hobbles, it’s rough being on her feet. Every time she tries moving up out of her chair or pushing a cart, Violet takes over. She’s like that. Bends over backwards for people who deserve it. And the people who don’t.

This time, the librarian’s not backing down, though. “Go get your lunch!” she barks. Not the typical librarian keeping everything to a whisper.

Violet scurries out of the room with a smile, and for some stupid reason, I’m mesmerized by every step she takes—the sway of her hips, the swish of her long skirt—and wish she’d packed a lunch.

The librarian locks her beady eyes on mine over her glasses and gestures me over with a crook of her finger. “Gotta go, ladies.” I’m all too relieved to shake the redhead’s palm off my thigh. “I’ve got a hot date.”

I saunter up to the desk and lean against it, flirty smile fixed in place. Old ladies love me. “Hey, beautiful. What can I do for you?”

I’ve noticed how she fans herself anytime one of the student-athletes or professors waltzes into the room. Even saw her at the gym once pretending to lift weights while she gaped at the biceps of the football player doing curls next to her. Bet those romance novels she’s always reading are absolutely filthy, if the half-naked men on the cover say anything about the contents.

But she throws me when she rolls her eyes at my charm. Then she points a finger in my face. “Don’t you hurt her.”

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