Page 22 of No Romeo
And most importantly, she’d been mine.
I charged down the empty hall and into the noisy cafeteria. My gaze swept past the line of people waiting for lunch, past the group of kids lobbing breadsticks across the room, and straight to the table in the back corner.
Kyle dropped his stupid tray to the surface right before his saggy ass fell to the stool beside Lola.
The pissed-off part of my brain said I should laugh if Kyle was dumb enough to date her. But the part that couldn't let her go rose up like an angry cobra, fangs dripping with venom and ready to strike.
She could be a traitorous Medusa all she wanted, but she wasmytraitorous Medusa.
I narrowed my gaze, irrationality overtaking all else. “Reverse Cowgirl, my dead dick,” I mumbled, hauling ass across the shitty lunchroom.
Robert saw me coming first, freezing with a forkful of spaghetti halfway to his mouth. One by one, the geeks looked up. Every one of them visibly panicking.
There’s something to be said for appearing to be unstable…
I snatched Kyle up by the back of his Chewbacca shirt. He screamed, flailing in my hold.
“Stop fighting me and accept your fate.” Anger pulsed in my temples. “I told you that pussy was mine. And you think you’re going to fuck it?”
The pink hue of Kyle’s cheek faded. “I’m not fu-fucking anyone’s pussy.”
Lola beat her fists over my back, shouting at me to drop him.
“Do you lie to God, Chewyfuckface?”
“N-no.”
Nails sliced over my arm. I tightened my grip like a boa constrictor. “Then don’t lie to me because right now, I can either end you or give you a second chance at life.”
He went limp in my hold, and I stopped.He’d actually passed out. That was a first.
The entire lunchroom was silenced. Spaghetti noodles dropped from Robert’s fork, splattering the table as I laid Kyle on top of the plates of pasta.
“What did you do?” Lola whacked me again.
I spun around, wrapping an arm around her waist and hauling her over my shoulder.
“Hendrix! Put me down!”
The more she squirmed, the more I felt her tits press into my back, and the more I knew the one thing I couldn’t handle was letting any other guy think she could belong to him the way she had me. I’d cart her ass off like a Neanderthal just to prove a point.
“What are you doing?”
“Pissing on you,” I said, then headed toward the exit with her fists pounding my back.
She called me every name under the sun as I carted her past the onlookers straight through the cafeteria doors.
“You used to be a helluva lot stronger,” I said, turning into the men's restroom right outside the lunchroom.
The stench of weed circled around me as I carted her into a stall and locked the door. Fifteen different plans spiraled through my head, all of them ending with on my dick.
I dropped her to her feet. Then caged her between me and the flimsy stall wall. Damn, that Country Peach had my dick angry hard.
“I swear to God, Hendrix. If you—”
My restraint snapped. I slammed my mouth over hers, needy as fuck for a taste of her, and for a minute, I went weak.
I’d never kissed anyone else. It was too personal, too intimate. And this was the one thing that would always be hers because it was the one thing that meant something to me.
