Page 69 of Blocked Score

“Where you guys headed tonight?” he asks.

Harper grins, flicking a teasing glance at him. “What’s it to you?”

Sebastian crosses his arms. “Concern for my roommate. Going out with the likes of you, I’m aware she’s in bad hands.”

The taller of the two guys—mustache douchebag—chuckles, I guess thinking he’s defusing the tension. “Don’t worry, I’ll takecare of her.” He nods to me and Sebastian. “I’m Chris, by the way.”

My nostrils flare. This fucker thinks he’s going totake careof Scarlett?

My knuckles itch to collide with his face.

The other guy nods also. “Kyle,” he introduces himself.

Sebastian turns his gaze at Kyle. I feel like if I put my hand in front of Sebastian’s eyes, my skin would burn.

“You’re Harper’s date tonight, huh?” Sebastian asks, a dark humor in his tone.

Kyle breathes out a nervous laugh. It’d be impossible to miss the hostility Sebastian’s beaming at him. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Sebastian’s lips roll while his jaw ticks. “Good luck.”

Kyle again laughs nervously. “Uh, thanks?”

“Here I am, sorry,” Scarlett calls as she bounces down the steps.

She wears a light sweater that clings to her body and makes her tits look downright mouthwatering, along with a skirt and brown leggings.

I slide my gaze toward Chris. His eyes are lit up with appreciation—more than appreciation, hunger—and it makes my knuckles itch all the more.

If there’s one thing I can say for the guy, at least his reaction shows that he has taste. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to grab his tongue, pull it out of his mouth, and strangle him with it right now.

Watching Scarlett leave to go on a double date with some other guy just days after her pussy clenched around my finger, after I made her drench my hand with her arousal, after I fell asleep with her perfect tit cupped in my palm?

I don’t fucking like it.

Scarlett’s a beautiful girl, cool as hell, funny, smart, interesting … what do I expect, for her to be single forever? It’sa miracle she hasn’t been dating already. I’m sure all the guys in her classes look at her the same wayChrisis looking at her right now.

“Ya’ll be safe and have a good time,” Tuck calls from the couch.

Scarlett pulls on her jacket. “See you, guys.”

“Don’t wait up,” Harper calls over her shoulder as the four of them step outside.

My hand tightens on the doorknob as I watch them walk away. Sebastian’s right next to me, no more at ease than I am.

FuckingChris.

“FuckingKyle.”Sebastian grits out the words as he stands on the other side of the heavy body-sized punching bag, laying blows into it while I hold it steady for him.

After Scarlett and Harper left with their dates, Sebastian and I both found ourselves restless. Full of nervous, twitchy energy. We decided to head to the gym to burn some of it off.

“What kind of name is that?” Sebastian follows up, his breath short from the exertion of the punches.

“Almost as bad asChris,” I agree, picking up my pair of boxing gloves. “Don’t know what their parents were thinking.”

We trade places. Sebastian holds the bag steady, and I unload into it, slamming my fist against the firm padding with all my might.

“Harperwouldgo out with a tool like that,” Sebastian says, his brows pinching, looking to the side.

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