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Chapter Nine
“There may be a storm inside my head,
but never get between me and my heart.
That is a battle you will lose every time.”
—Oliver Masters
ollie.
“GET OUTTA HERE, mate. We’re not Romeo and Juliet,” I laughed and chucked a pillow at Zeke from the bed as he sat on the floor of his dorm. To occupy my time and stay out of trouble, I spent the remainder of my days in Zeke’s room. I figured Zeke could share the goods.
The only dorm in all of Dolor to have a mini-fridge stocked with Schweppes and a telly.
He signed, “Pam and Jim,” and I threw my head back.
“It’s more intense than Pam and Jim,” I returned my attention to his telly as we watched re-runs of The Office. “This show is poisoning your brain. You need to read a book.”
Zeke shook his head rapidly and pointed over at the telly, signing more with his hands.
“No, Zeke. Not Pam and Jim. Not Ross and Rachel. Not Romeo and Juliet.”
Zeke jerked his head back and rolled his eyes.
“We’re Ollie and Mia. Not some bloody love story or fairy tale. Those all have endings,” I reiterated before finishing off the bottle. “Real love never dies.” I hopped off his bed and retrieved another bottle from the fridge, my mind wandering to weeks ago when I cried after our lovemaking in the library.
Couldn’t.
Believe.
It.
There I was, trying to give my girl something she couldn’t live without—a reason to take back her words on being without me for a whole year, only to lose control with a heap of emotions. I blamed it on seven months without her. Yeah, let’s blame it on that.
Tears reminded us we could feel.
Pain reminded us we were alive.
And I’d rather feel too much than feeling nothing at all.
But right now, all I could feel at the moment was my hard dick against my joggers as I imagined myself inside her. The moment Mia had told me she loved me before reaching the inescapable brink, it had been enough to push me over the edge. It’s what our love did. But our climax was never the intended purpose—it was the result of what we shared.
Falling back over the bed, I adjusted my hard-on and asked, “Have you been watching over her?” Zeke didn’t respond. The back of Zeke’s curly head faced me as he sat before the telly on the floor. “Someone’s messing with her. You think it’s the new security guard?”
Zeke shook his head.
“Do you know who it is?”
Zeke shook his head.
“Do you like The Office?”
Zeke shook his head.
Bloody hell, he wasn’t listening.
“Alright, mate. I’m leaving, and I’m taking one for the road.” I reached into the fridge and grabbed another Schweppes. “See you tomorrow.”
After the door closed behind me, Maddie’s eyes trapped me in before her body did.
“Where ya off to in such a hurry?” she asked, taking the Schweppes from my hand and shaking the wisps of hair out of her eyes. I stepped around her, not in the mood for another pissing contest. “Did ya hear about your girl?”
My feet stopped before my brain fully registered. Turning around, I finally looked at Maddie like she wanted all along. But all I wanted was to know what the fuck she was talking about.
And all my dick wanted was to be inside something as it jerked at the closeness of a wet fa
Maddie drew closer and fluttered her lashes. I froze as she lifted herself on her toes and scraped her teeth along my earlobe. “Rumor has it, while you’re trapped in your room all hours of the night being a good ‘ole boy, Officer Scott creeps into Mia’s room and doesn’t come out until the sun comes up.” She pulled her head away. “Every night,” she enunciated.
My mouth went dry, and I tried to swallow. “You’re a liar.”
“Ah, I wish I was.” She shrugged. “Guess miss perfect isn’t so perfect after all.” Steam came out of my ears. I flipped Maddie around and squished the side of her face into the cement. My eyes made their rounds, sca
Clenching my jaw, I dug my fingers into the back of her neck as I leaned into her ear. “Leave her name out of your mouth.”
Maddie’s arse grazed the chub in my pants. I should have known this was all a ruse to get to me. I released her, and she turned around and replaced her arse with her hand. “I love it when ya wear these joggers,”—her grip on me tightened, and my growing knob obeyed— “Let me take care of you.”
“Fuck no,” I seethed, just as Jude walked by. He flicked his eyes back in front of him, pretending he didn’t see anything.
“C’mon, O,” she whined, her hand doing me favors and my pelvis leaning into it—wanting it.
Fuck.
Mia.
Mia.
Mia.
“I can’t. I have Mia. I love Mia.”
Maddie walked backward, taking me with her until her back was against her door. My body, for some reason, wasn’t resisting the way it should have. Instead, my hand turned the door handle, and in seconds, we were both inside.
“Ya, you keep telling yourself that.” Maddie yanked both layers down until my anxious cock emerged. Paralyzed and in need of a release, I didn’t stop her as she eagerly wrapped her lips around my aching dick, deep throating me like slapper who’d escaped from Hell. I wrapped my fingers through her hair, slammed my eyes shut, and pounded into her mouth. The girl gagged, unable to handle my size.
What should feel good, didn’t.
What should be getting me off, wasn’t.
“Undress,” I ordered in a hurry before I changed my mind.
Maddie happily climbed to her feet and removed her clothes as I rubbed over my slick dick. I wanted to blame Dr. Butala for turning me into this. I wanted to blame Maddie for instigating this. But the only person I could blame was myself.
Images of Ethan creeping into Mia’s room consumed me, the red-headed wanker climbing into bed next to her. Him touching her, comforting her, being everything I couldn’t. I kicked off my shoes and jeans.
Maddie’s skin was the color of milk, and her big breasts didn’t match her thin frame.
“Condom?” I asked, not recognizing my own voice.
Shamefully, I looked down, hating myself. God, I fucking hated myself.
She retreated to her desk, bent over slightly, revealing a place I knew I shouldn’t go, but my throbbing dick wasn’t giving me much of a choice. Flashes of Scott kissing Mia compelled my feet forward. Picturing Scott touching Mia’s skin caused me to push Maddie over the desk and thrust two fingers easily inside her.
Nothing like my love.
But my head didn’t seem to care.
Maddie moaned as I fucked her with one hand, and I yanked the condom from her with my other. My knee spread her legs wider, and I continued my assault. “Tell no one, you understand?”
Maddie nodded. “Ya mean ya don’t want me to tell your precious Mia?” I fisted her hair and yanked her head back, and the cow cried out, “I understand! I won’t say anything.”
I ripped the condom between my teeth and slid it over my pounding dick. Bending Maddie over, I ran my fingers back through her sex, finding her soaking wet. Like a slip ‘n slide, my cock should’ve easily slid inside her, but before I could, my dick went soft.