Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5)(54)

He was relatively quiet as he sat beside me, eating the olives I picked out of my salad. He didn’t ignore me or pretend like he wasn’t feeling some kind of way about me. I’m not na?ve enough to believe he had some sort of epiphany but I think he thought about the, what if and maybe, just maybe, he walked away from the cemetery carrying the same spark of hope I did.

My phone blew up, reminding me I had made plans with Daniela and Noah to attend this frat party. I hated college parties, especially the type that included sorority girls.

Fake.

Whiney.

Kappa Annoying.

I texted Blackie about twenty minutes ago the address I was at but he didn’t answer me. I hope he didn’t change his mind. He brought me into the bathroom, whispered sexy things into my ear as he slid his hand into my pants.

I glanced around the room at the guys doing keg stands and smiled.

There was no comparison.

Give me my guy over these any day.

“Come on,” Daniela said, dragging me onto the makeshift dance floor. “Standing here in the corner won’t help us nail one of the frat brothers,” she insisted.

“That’s fine with me,” I mumbled, making the best of the situation and joined her. I suppose she needed a wingman. I felt a hand on my waist and spun around to meet Noah’s handsome face.

My best friend was the poster boy for college jock but he wasn’t a jerk like the rest of them. He was sweet, and I hoped pledging didn’t change that about him.

“There’s my girl,” he exclaimed, hitting me with the scent of alcohol on his breath as he leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Thanks for coming.”

“And miss your big night? Never,” I teased.

“No, introduce me to your friend,” the guy standing next to him said.

I lifted my head, smiled politely as I took him in. I had seen him around campus before. He might even be in one of my classes, maybe English, I don’t remember…. nor did I remember his name.

“Lacey, Brandon. Brandon, Lacey,” Noah introduced, turning around to glare at his friend. “This one’s off limits, man.”

“She yours?” Brandon questioned with a smile.

“She’s mine,” a voice said from behind me.

That voice.

Those two words.

It all gave me goosebumps.

He came.



I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her against me and glared at the little f*ck, watching as he stared back at me, surrendering his hands in the air.

“Didn’t know they were letting parents chaperone,” he laughed.

Kid had a death wish.

“Dude,” the guy next to him warned. I had seen him with Lacey a handful of times. “Don’t you know who he is? Man, read the f*cking patch before you go saying something stupid.”

Lacey twisted in my arms, lifting a hand to my face and forcing my eyes to hers.

“Let’s just get out of here, okay?”

I nodded, diverting my gaze back to the little shit who rolled his eyes as Noah whispered in his ear.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me away.

“You look like you’re going to snap his neck,” she commented, over the loud music. Ignoring her, I stepped around her and pulled her through the sea of dicks fist-pumping away, hoping to get a blow job.

Wolf was right.

Lacey didn’t belong here.

She belonged with me, on the back of my bike, in my bed…anywhere but surrounded by a bunch of little pricks who didn’t know how to work their dicks.

I didn’t stop moving until we were outside and standing in front of my bike. I unclipped the chin strap from my helmet, turned around and handed it to her.

“Time for your first ride,” I said, urging her to take the helmet.

She cocked her head to the side, her dark eyes smiled at mine as she raised an eyebrow.

“You did that already,” she teased, taking the helmet as she chewed on her lower lip. Hesitating for a beat before reaching up on her tip toes and pressing her lips to mine.

She pulled back, pulling the helmet over her head and moved to adjust the chin strap but I stopped her, pushing her hands out of the way and did it myself.

“That was nothing, girl,” I promised.

She had no idea what she was in for and that thought alone got me rock hard. The idea of watching her face as she learned how to give and receive pleasure was enough to make me lose my mind.

I would have to muster up whatever self-control I could.

I wasn’t f*cked up, the methadone was keeping me straight. I’d remember every goddamn thing about her…the way she feels, the noises she makes, and the look in her eyes when she loses control.

I pulled away from her, patted the seat on my bike with one hand and adjusted my cock with the other. Poor thing was going to suffer for a while. I straddled my bike, revved the engine and waited for her to climb on behind me. After a quick glance to make sure she had her legs positioned right and her feet firmly planted on the pegs I tightened her arms around my middle.

“Where are we going?” She questioned against my ear.

“To heaven,” I called over my shoulder, pulling away from the curb.

Strange words coming from a man who’s been to hell more times than he could count.

But that’s exactly where we were headed.

A heaven where she was mine and I was hers.