Page 7 of Summer Kisses

“I totally get that, but I don’t think I could handle being a secret from everybody else.”

“Fuck no. You are not a secret, Kitten. I am going to make damn sure that everybody knows you are fucking mine.” I growl out.

I feel her little shiver at my words and I pull her closer. Leaning down, I kiss her neck, nipping at it, causing her to inhale sharply. When I move to the other side of her neck, providing the same treatment, she exhales with a moan.

“I think that I like that.” She leans further into my touch while tilting her head to the side to give me more access.

“You like that you are mine or that I am kissing you?” I move down her neck to kiss her chest.

“B-both?” She says.

“You say that like you are unsure.” I give her ass a little slap before squeezing it.

“No, I am sure, it’s both.” Her voice comes out even more breathless than before.

I chuckle. “You are so fucking beautiful, Verity, and so fucking mine.”

“Yeah? I could get used to that.” She says, before pulling my face up and kissing me. “I really hate to end this like this, but I have a class starting in twenty minutes. I don’t want to be late. My Uber will be here soon.” She says, kissing me again.

“Bye Kitten. See you tonight.” I say.

She waves and walks out the door after grabbing her bag.

She needs a car and fast because this riding with strangers’ shit isn’t happening anymore.

I head to my bedroom and change into some jeans, boots, and a black t-shirt. The first order of business on my day off is hunting up a car for my girl.

Chapter Seven

Verity

The entire school year I have felt off. Everywhere I go on campus, I feel like I am being watched. I thought I was just hallucinating or being paranoid that someone would find out that I am not getting my doctorate like everyone thinks I am. I am actually trying to get my bachelor’s Degree in professional studies with a major in fashion design. I have always wanted to make beautiful things. The things people feel pretty in.

I thought that my brother would hate the idea, so I told him I was going into a pre-med program but changed my major the next semester. Never telling anyone know what I did. I want my brother to be proud of me. He has worked his ass off to take care of me. I couldn't let him down, but I also couldn't do something that I absolutely hated.

So, for the last year and a half, I have been omitting the truth, still keeping my 4.0 grade point average. I've been trying to find the right time to tell him that I wasn't going to become a doctor. I haven't been sleeping good because I have never kept anything from him. I didn't think anything of it when my tires had gone flat or when my car wouldn't start because thelights had been left on or even when I lost my favorite scrunchie.

It was my mom's and I always have it with me either in my backpack or on my wrist. I had apparently left my window cracked in the middle of the night, which normally I would never do. When I walked out of my class a couple of weeks ago, I found my car completely wrecked.My tires were slashed. All of the windows were broken, and someone had spray painted the words bitch, slut, and whore all over it. To top it all off they had put something in the gas tank, so of course, it wouldn't run.All of those seemingly innocent things came back to me after that and now I wonder if it could have something to do with this.

I haven't told Donnie or Ryder any of that though. They would never let me out of their sight. I'm also not stupid. So, when Sheriff Lawrence came to take my statement about my car I told him about the other incidents that had occurred. He told me to keep an eye out and if anything else happens to call him.

Luckily nothing creepy happened today so it went relatively fast. My head was in the clouds most of the day thinking about being home with Donnie and all of the wicked things I want him to do to my body. I can't wait to get home.Fuck, I miss my car. I hate having to take an Uber to get to school.I think to myself as I wait outside for my ride to get here.

“Hey.”

“Ahh... What the fuck Kyle? You almost gave me a heart attack.” I gasp out holding my chest.

“Sorry, I was just wondering if you wanted a ride?” I take a deep breath letting my hands fall to my sides. Damn, I’m jumpy as fuck lately. I give him a smile.

“That's okay Kyle. I already got one.” I hate judging people, but he does kind of give off a weird vibe like he ishiding something but the could just be because he is shy. The smile on his face turns tight.

“You sure? I don’t mind.”

“Yep, here’s my ride,” I say as the Uber pulls up.

“Thank you so much for asking. I’ll see you next week at the library okay.”

“Sure.” He says in a tight voice. Before walking off he mumbles something, but I can’t make it out.

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