See No Evil

When I arrive at Stone’s dorm and have to wait in the lobby for over twenty minutes, I immediately know that something is wrong. The girl at the front desk sits twirling her hair and popping her irritating pink bubble gum, while unashamedly ogling me from head to toe, apparently unable to check on Stone like I asked her to.

“Sorry, but I don’t know any Stone.”

“She’s this high, with big, green eyes and long, jet-black hair with dark blue highlights. She also has too many tattoos and piercings to keep track of, and a rocking body to go with the mean mouth she has on her. How can you not know her?”

“Sorry!” She shrugs. “But if your girl doesn’t show up, maybe we can do something?”

“Not likely,” I grunt.

It’s not like this type of thing doesn’t happen frequently. Being Richfield’s star quarterback—one who is set to break every record this school has ever had—I am bound to get some unwanted female attention. Even from those who don’t enjoy the sport. However Miss Pigtails isn’t who I want checking me out. Not in the slightest.

Every time I look at my phone and see the minutes pass without a word from Stone, a sunken feeling in my gut tells me she’s changed her mind about our date.

I think I’ve fucked this up.

Maybe I should have kept our situation as it was—easy-breezy without the hassle of actually going out. It’s not like The Society is adding any pressure on me, either. They seem just fine with me only hanging around Stone at her workplace. At least I think they do since they haven’t sent me any of those pesky black letters of theirs in weeks.

I still have no idea why they even want Stone in the first place. I wish I knew why she’s so goddamn important to them. Maybe taking this next step in our complicated relationship will help me gain some perspective into why they’ve set their sights on her, to begin with. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. But I know its bullshit because I was the one who was no longer happy with how things were going between us, not The Society.

Watching Stone from a barstool all night was no longer cutting it for me. I wanted more, so I ma

Tonight was supposed to be a begi

I begin to pace the ugly, brown carpet in anxiety. I’m two seconds away from ru

My doubts start to ease when I finally hear feet rushing down the stairs. When my eyes land on the girl I’ve been waiting for an eternity, my heart cracks a little bit.

Fuck, I’ve missed her.

She looks beautiful tonight. So fucking beautiful that I get a little tongue-tied.

Her long, raven hair is curled in loose waves ru

Shit, I think I’m a little pussy-whipped.

Fuck it.

I don’t even care. Not when I haven’t seen Stone in so long that the very sight of her has me feeling all warm and shit.

“Sorry I’m late, pretty boy. I had some stuff to sort out,” she exclaims, and the worried scowl on her face is enough to take me out of my lust-filled reverie, allowing me to realize that my girl is a mess.

Hold up! Did I really just refer to Stone as my girl?

Snap out of it, you pussy! You’re going to scare her off before you’ve even set foot out of her dorm!

“What’s wrong?” I ask, instead of revealing the chaotic thoughts rummaging around in my head.

“Nothing. It’s sorted. Or at least it will be, once we’re done with this date.”

“Oh no, you don’t! Like hell, do I want you spending our night with whatever shit you’ve got going on hanging over us. I know exactly how this is going to play out. You’ll act like you’re present when, in reality, you’re miles away. Then you’ll do everything in your power to end the night faster and send me packing, just so you can deal with whatever clusterfuck has got you pissed off. Not going to happen, Stone. Whatever it is, out with it. We can deal with it now and go on about our date after.”

“Kind of bossy tonight, huh, quarterback? Just because I’m going to let you pay for di

I eat up the small space between us and lift her chin so she can tell that I’m not playing her little games. Not tonight.

“I haven’t seen you in almost a week, Stone. Now, that shit might not affect you as much as it affects me, but no way in hell am I starting our first date together on a sour note.”

“Okay,” she susurrates, her long lashes batting a mile a minute.

My hand goes to cradle the back of her neck, and for a minute, I get lost in her green meadows.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Let’s see if two heads work better than one, and sort out whatever problem you’ve got going. We’re friends, right? And friends look out for each other,” I explain hoarsely, feeling my eyes smolder as her cheeks begin to flush.

“Friends, huh? Is that what we are?” She mauls at her lower lip, her eyes becoming just as hooded as my own.

“Yes, friends.” I nod, licking my own lips, my gaze lingering on her plump mouth.

“You mean friends who fuck?”

“Whatever label you want to put on it. I don’t give a shit,” I answer, tugging at her waist so that she’s rubbing right up against me.

The little sigh that leaves her lips is all I’m able to handle. My hand puts some small pressure on the back of her neck just so she can crane a little bit further as I lean down to kiss her. My cock jumps to attention the minute my tongue breaches through and wrestles with its counterpart. Her soft body melts seamlessly into mine, and it takes every ounce of restraint to pull away from her. We aren’t alone, so I can’t just take her here in the middle of her dorm’s foyer.

“Is this how tonight is going to go? You’re just going to take what you want, when you want it?” she asks, her tone thick and heavy with the same desire I feel burning through me.

“Don’t tempt me, little girl. I’ve made plans for us tonight. But if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll just put you over my shoulder and go back to your room to fuck some submission into you.”