"Dude! Pay attention."
I slowly turn my head toward my roommate. I can't help but watch her. She is completely in her element behind that bar.
Kingsley Monroe, what am I going to do with you?
"SHEATS!"
Fingers snap in front of me, way too close for my liking, and I jerk back, scowling.
"You need to fuck that chick out of your system already." Kai laughs like a hyena, and I fight the urge to clock him. Him calling Kingthat chicktriggers an extreme sense of violence in me.
Showing up outside her criminology lecture—a lecture she is not officially a part of, as I found out—was a spur-of-the-moment decision. My class was canceled, and I was already on campus.
Plus, I hadn't seen her since she ran out on me last Thursday. After that, I took a break from hanging out at The Grizz. Iwould've fingerbanged her in that bathroom if she hadn't put a stop to it. I certainly wanted to do a lot more. I don't think she noticed in her panic how rock hard I was against her sexy ass.
I focus on Kai. "Don't talk about her like that." My tone is way more hostile than necessary, but this girl causes all kinds of emotions in me that I've never felt before.
Kai lifts his hands in surrender. "Man, she did a number on you. Didn't peg you for going for the stalker kind."
"Kai." His name holds a warning, but he's already too intoxicated to get it.
"I mean, didn't she follow you from TMH? Then, she runs from you the other night. Something is seriously off with her."
"KAI."
"What?"
"Shut the fuck up." One more word, and I'm going to find myself a new seat.
Suddenly, the hairs on my neck stand up, and I automatically turn my head, finding her looking at me. My pulse picks up, and all I can think about is dragging her back to that room and finishing what we started last week. Jesus. I don't even know her.
One would think after everything that went down two and a half years ago, I would want to find myself a nice, boring girlfriend. No, I go for the one that has more secrets than Lilly's head of security has assault rifles—and the dude has a lot.
King's mouth quirks at the corner, and I can't help but smile back. My view gets blocked by a bunch of sorority girls that came over to the table earlier. Now armed with colorful cocktails, all of them close in on us once more, and I groan inwardly. Please don't.
As they move forward, King becomes visible again. She's glaring daggers at the airheads approaching us—as if I would ever be interested in one of them for more than a quick lay. And even for those, I am pickier.
Her displeasure is visible, like a blinking neon sign in the dead of night, and I can't deny the satisfaction that stirs inside of me. The realization that I want her to be jealous is jarring. When did I get so involved in this? But then again, I did come close to rearranging that preppy douchebag's mug last week when he had his fingers all over her.
Kai straightens in his chair, probably calculating which—or how many of them—he canentertaintonight. They've almost reached the table when I jump up and walk past them like they're not even there. I ignore Kai's, "Uh, bro?" and zero in on the only girl I am interested in. Her eyes grow wider with every step I take in her direction, and I let the grin that I've been trying to suppress show. Screw "Let's see what happens."
Her gaze darts left and right like a deer in the headlights, and before she can make a run for it—again—I lean over the counter. Reaching for her, I grab her by the back of the neck, pulling her close. She's about to protest when I bring my mouth down on hers. King stiffens as our lips make contact, and I keep my eyes on hers. I let my tongue swipe over her bottom lip, urging her to let me in. When her lids flutter closed, I know I'vewon.
She melts in my grip, and her hands lift to frame my face, returning the kiss. My primal craving for her sets every cell of my body on fire. I didn't plan for that to happen. I didn't even think I wanted to pursue anything deeper with her. She caught my curiosity, intrigued me, but then instinct took over. I want everyone in this damn place to understand that she is mine—and I am hers. Am I?Hers?
A low moan escapes her throat, and that's all I need. I tighten my hand at her neck and pull her close until she kneels on top of the bar. Whistles and shouts erupt around us, but I couldn't care less. At the velvety sensation of King's tongue tangling with mine, my cock grows rock hard. I fight the urge to pull her across the unwanted barrier and dry hump her right here in front of everyone. I've never met a girl that has caused such a reaction inside of me. She nips at my bottom lip, and I groan at the sting.
So good.
Reluctantly, I force both of us to slow our pace. I got my point across to The Grizz's customers. Not losing contact, I place one more kiss on her lips and then let my forehead rest against hers.
"What was that?" she whispers so only I can hear it.
"This"—I bring my mouth back to hers for a small peck—"is making sure that all the dicks in this place, who have been eye fucking you every night, see that you're not interested."
She chuckles, and her eyes open for the first time, finding mine. With an amused smirk, she challenges me. "I'm not?"
I let my mouth glide along her jawline to her ear and growl lightly, followed by gently biting the lobe of her ear. "You're not. There is only one dick you'll be riding anytime soon, and we both know whose—"