See No Evil

Dick!

It’s easy for him to make demands when I’m the one in the hot seat. But as much as I want to deny it, East is right. I do have to try harder. I just don’t know how. I mean, how much more in her face can I get? It’s not like there is an online instruction manual that I can look up to learn how to woo a girl. Can a girl like Stone even be wooed? And why the hell am I saying woo, all of a sudden?

Shit.

I’m losing it big time. This last letter fucked me up real good.

I’m not sure how much time passes by as I try to come up with ways to get in Stone’s good graces. But all too soon, I see students around us begi

As Stone starts putting her stuff away, I just sit there looking like a chump, feeling even more flustered for not coming up with a strategy that will keep The Society off our backs.

“Move, quarterback. I need to get to my next class,” she snaps at me, but it doesn’t have her usual teasing tone.

Unfortunately, Stone just sounds as frustrated as I feel. Yep, I think I totally fucked this up. Not that it was going well to begin with, but I must have poked the beast one too many times. It’s likely that she’s now pla

“You’re pissed, huh?” I ask, staring at my feet, not wanting to face the she-demon head-on.

I hear her let out a long, exaggerated exhale, dropping her book bag back onto her seat.

“Okay, Fi

“I told you. Just want to hang out.” I shrug, my feet kicking the seat in front of me.

Because if we don’t, eventually my best friends and I are likely to see daylight only through iron bars for the rest of our lives. So give a guy a break, will you?

“You said that already,” she spews, not one bit thrilled at the idea.

Fuck my life.

We are so screwed. I don’t know how to do this. How the fuck am I supposed to win over a girl like Stone when I can’t even talk right? I’m a twenty-two-year-old football god at Richfield, yet here I am, all tongue-tied and shit. Seriously, sometimes being me sucks balls. This is just too damn hard. I’ll just have to talk to the guys and see if we can go about this some other way without The Society following through on their threat. I mean, maybe Colt or Easton could take over from me. Not that I like that idea any better. Having either one of those assholes hit on Stone doesn’t sit right with me. Actually, just the idea of it pisses me off.

Shit. I’m all messed up.

What the fuck am I going to do?

My mind is still a battleground when I feel strong, deft fingers pull at the strands of my hair, tilting my head back to look into piercing, emerald eyes.

“You really do suck at this, don’t you, pretty boy?” Stone coos with a softness in her green plains that I’ve never seen before.

Damn it, she’s beautiful.

Sure, Stone might look like she would rather shiv you than kiss you, but that doesn’t take away from her natural beauty. She surely is a sight to behold. And here I am, thinking of ways to be in her life just so I can fuck it up when The Society demands it.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

She takes a beat to stare into my eyes, and I force myself to keep them wide open, all the while hoping she doesn’t read the truth behind all the lies they are silently feeding her.

Do you see how ugly I am inside, Stone?

What I’ve done?

What I will need to do because of it?

“You do that a lot, don’t you? Get lost in that head of yours? I wonder what goes on in there,” she hushes curiously, ru

Her tender touch feels fucking incredible. And wouldn’t you know it—my stiff shoulders start to relax, as does the rest of my body. Well, most of it. My cock didn’t get the memo advising that this isn’t some kind of foreplay, so when it swells in my jeans, I’m not the least bit surprised.

I lick my dry lips, trying to put some moisture back into them while attempting to summon something to say that won’t put me on The Society’s naughty list.

“You’re right on both accounts,” I shyly confess instead, making those light green meadows soften even further.

“Yeah, I gathered as much.”

Her genuine smile splits her face wide open, and my focus shifts from her stu

“Stop looking at me like that,” she rasps, her glorious chest begi

“Why? I think you like it when I stare. Besides, I think I’ve become quite good at it,” I counter, bravely placing my hands on her hips, dominantly pulling her toward me.

“God, I hate you,” she mumbles as I pin her between my spread legs, so close that the heat of her core chars my aching shaft.

“I don’t care.”

“I’m not going to fuck you when the next class is minutes away from walking into the room,” she warns huskily.

“Not asking for a fuck. Your lips will do just fine,” I taunt, ru

“I’m not going to blow you either, quarterback.”

I can’t help but chuckle at that. Mind you, I’d love nothing more but to have those red-painted lips smearing my ten inches, coating it nice and slow with her lipstick until a crimson ring is permanently tattooed on the fucker. However, I’ll settle for something tamer, something sweeter.

“You’re going to kiss me, Stone.”

“You’re giving orders now?” she teases with one brow cocked up high.

“I can just take it if I wanted to.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Ah, little girl, you really shouldn’t have said that,” I exclaim with a smug smirk, before lifting her off the ground and cradling her in my lap in one fell swoop.

My hand slowly traces her outer rib, right next to one tantalizing breast, until I reach her exposed neck. When her breath stills, I cradle it at its nape and go in for the kill. And in case I had forgotten that night at the bar when she first came into my life, Stone reminds me just how lethal her fucking kiss is. Her lips open up for me like rosebuds on a spring morning, and this time I don’t think twice before plunging my wet tongue into her mouth to meet hers. Soft and pliant, she welcomes me in, as one hand rakes my hair while the other claws at my shoulder. The touch of pain, mingled with her sweetness, only fuels me further, as I eat up her moans, getting lost in our feverish kiss.

Damn it.

For a girl who said screwing was off the table, she isn’t shy in letting me fuck her mouth. She tastes like trouble sprinkled with sugar, and at this precise moment I have a reckless sweet tooth dying to be satisfied.

I caress the base of her throat with the pad of my thumb as I nibble on her lower lip, toying with it until her sighs sing around me. My tongue dives into her hot mouth again, and begins to stroke its counterpart, caressing against her slightly cooler piercing. If the sleek metal feels this good playing with my tongue, I wonder what neat tricks it could do to my dick. Jesus, just kissing her has me hard as a rock. I can’t even imagine if she took me into her mouth. I’d lose my load just by having her on her knees to use and abuse, let alone feeling that hard, silver ball tease my head.