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She knows exactly what she’s doing, whether she’s lying or not it doesn’t matter. I grab her, tossing her onto the bed and straddle her hips, pinning her hands by the side of her head. She tries to buck me off, but I press my weight down on her, wishing more than anything we didn’t have these clothes in the way because I would be inside her right now.
“I’ll find out who it was, and I’ll make him watch me take your virginity before gouging his eyes out of his fucking head.”
Mayson smirks mischievously. “You never asked about that, because who says I’m even still a virgin?”
I lean down. “Me. Because I know for a fucking fact you are, and it’ll be proven when my cock has your blood on it.”
I rise up off her body, my own protesting the distance I’m putting between us. Even more so as I walk out the door making sure to lock it behind me. I need to force myself to keep walking away. When I get downstairs, I’m bombarded by some girl hanging on me as my teammates give me shit. But all I can think about is the woman I just left upstairs.
Chapter 9
Mayson
When we’re on the bus heading back from our away game after our win we’re all in good spirits, but then I remember I’m not going home. I’m going back to Colin’s house, and after what happened the night of the party the last thing I want to do is face my new roommate.
My previous roommate, and current friend, Blake, sits next to me on the bus. She’s also not looking forward to her living situation at the moment either.
“I miss our dorm,” I complain.
“Same,” Blake grumbles and I know she’s not going to go into her complaints with our coach so close by.
I wish we could go back to how things were the last two years. Where Blake and I could peacefully retreat to our room without worrying about shitty stepbrothers, and stupid pranks by the men’s soccer team. Where our biggest worries were games and our grades.
By some miracle, I end up falling asleep on the drive back and am jostled awake when Blake shakes my shoulders. I takemy time grabbing my bag and walking the short distance off campus to Colin’s house.
The sun set about an hour ago, but the street is well lit. I’m used to being aware of my surroundings so I’m not worried about it. Unless a certain six foot two, dark haired soccer player is following me, I know I’m not in any real danger.
The same can’t be said for me the minute I step through the front door of my humble abode. Luckily, I don’t immediately see Colin so I scurry upstairs to my room annoyed I can’t lock it from the inside.
When I unpack and still don’t hear him come home I start to relax, but just a fraction. It’s enough that I feel I can take a shower without the risk of being interrupted. I’m still cautious, keeping an ear out while I let the warm spray run over me and I wash the feeling of the bus off my skin.
As I’m finishing up, the lights cut out, and I’m completely bathed in darkness. I let out a shriek, and quickly jump out, wrapping a towel around myself as I call out for the man I know is responsible for this.
He doesn’t answer and with the power completely out, the silence surrounds me. I pull the towel tighter around my chest, stepping out into my bedroom. It’s so dark. So quiet it’s eerie. Halloween is still weeks away and yet this is one of the creepier situations I’ve found myself in.
The irony that I feel more unsafe here in the place I live than I did walking home tonight isn’t lost on me.
Opening the door, I peek my head out, calling Colin’s name once again into the silent house. I don’t want to go down there and risk being even more vulnerable than I already am. As I’m shutting my door, I’m stopped by a hand pushing it open. I immediately try to slam the door on the dark figure currently pushing his way into my room.
“Getout!” I scream.
He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to for me to know exactly who he is. He crowds me just like he did the other night. This time I realize the only thing separating our skin is the towel wrapped around me. When I raise my hand to push him away I feel bare skin on his muscled chest. I won’t let it distract me as I’m focused on pushing him away, though he doesn’t even budge.
Instead of getting him away from me, I find myself falling backwards onto my bed. My only instinct is to tighten my towel around myself because it’s the only layer of protection I feel I have. Even though I can’t see the man currently straddling my hips as he looms over my body, I can’t help but react which only makes me try to buck him off even harder.
“Did I interrupt your shower?” he asks, tracing his finger along the top of my towel.
“No,” I insist weakly.
“Good.” I feel something cold hit my chest at the same time my towel is ripped open, and I squeal trying to grab for it, but Colin adjusts so his knees are pinning my wrists.
I wriggle trying to get out of his powerful grip, but more coldness falls onto my chest and lower to my stomach.
“What the fuck is that?” I snap, looking and trying to see, but it’s useless in the dark.
“Something to get you messy again.” He dips down, and I feel his hot tongue lick a line on my chest through whatever he’s covered me with. “And delicious.”
“What’s wrong with you?” I double my efforts to get him off me.
