Page 31 of Dark Things
“When we get home I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growls into my ear. A shiver runs over my body, and I lean further into him, our jeans rubbing up against each other.
He spins me around and pulls me flush to his body. I can feel how hard he is, and can’t help but wiggle my butt in response.
His hand runs from my waist to just below my breasts, holding me flush against him as the beat continues and we get lost in the music.
When I’m sweaty and way too turned on, I grab his hand and lead him through the crowd. I stop and mouth to Cat and Aslyn we’re going to take a break. They acknowledge us, but it seems like they’re in their own world, dancing a little too close for just friends. It makes me smile. They’d be so cute together.
Once we’ve gotten out of the crowd, I take a deep breath and plop down into a lawn chair. Haunt isn’t having it though, he pulls me back up and spins around to sit before pulling me into his lap.
“Ready to tell me about what happened before?” he asks, kissing my temple before leaning back in the seat.
“Which part? Mary or Chad?” I ask, taking another sip of my drink.
“Who the fuck is Chad?” he growls. His body shifts and he glances around.
“Frat boy. Wanted to get grabby. I stopped it before it could go too far, but fuck, what a cliche. I mean, how are guys still walking around like they can do whatever they want?”
His jaw clenches, “Need me to go find him and teach him a lesson he won’t forget?”
I lean down and peck him on the lips before straightening up. “No, I think he got the message. Let’s just enjoy the college experience while we can.”
He nods, “Tell me what Mary's deal is. This is the second time she’s approached you. Is it over the Brooks thing again?”
“She flipped out on me for no reason. I couldn’t hear what her and Brooks were saying from their table, but when he went to leave, she stood up and started screaming it was my fault.”
His grip on my waist tightens, and he looks behind me, something catching his eye.
“She won’t be a problem anymore,” Brooks says from behind me. “I wanted to apologize before, but you rushed out of Manny’s before I could.”
I clench my hand into a fist on my lap before turning and facing him. And he’s not alone. All three of the boys I once loved stand in a semi-circle in front of the chair.
“Don’t worry about it. I can take care of myself.”
Haunt gaze slips to mine before he turns his attentionback on the guys. “Reb isn’t the type to leave it alone once someone starts with her, so when you see Mary again, let her know it’s be wise not to fuck with her again.”
He stiffens under me. While I appreciate him going to bat for me, this is such a small problem, I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.
“Well, I broke up with her, but if I do see her again, I’ll relay the message. Can’t say I’ll be looking for her, though,” Brooks says, his hands slipping into his pockets as he rocks onto the ball of his feet.
I get caught in the past.
Brooks was always shifting when he was nervous, excited, or uncomfortable, and I can’t help but want to jump up and pull him into a hug. It’s maddening.
I need to keep the rage close to my heart because the alternative would be disastrous for me. And if Haunt found out about what they did to me, I’m not sure what he’d do.
“Do you want another drink?” Colter asks, his gaze traveling up and down my body as I try not to squirm in Haunt’s lap.
“I’m driving, butgioia mia, you want another? We have a little time before we have to go home,” Haunt asks, leaning down and nuzzling my neck.
I close my eyes for a moment and lean into his touch, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. All three guys standing in front of me clock the motion and there’s nothing but heat in their awareness.
“I wish there was whiskey. I hate those damn canned drinks.”
Staff reaches into the pocket of his jacket and hands me a flask. “It’s bourbon.”
I take the flask from his outstretched hand, and our fingers brush for a moment, a buzz of electricity hitting me before I lift it to my mouth and take a healthy swig. It goes down as smooth as butter, and my stomach heats with a nice burn.
“Orphan Barrel?” I ask, handing the flask back to him.
