Page 8 of Blitz’d (Evergreen University #1)

Chapter Eight

KERIAN

Drinking doesn’t really help with the irritation that pours through me from the phone call. I’d picked it up without really paying attention because I was so distracted with Zander. Hearing my mother’s voice is like an icepick through my skull. It’s not even anything important—her telling me how they watched my game and they wanted to know what happened and why I lost . I can tell from her tone that she didn’t even want to call, but he insisted she did so I could hear how much of a disappointment I was to both of them.

And like clockwork, her voice was interspersed with the sound of my dad bitching in the background about how he watched my reels and he saw Zander. The second a slur spilled from his lips, I hung the phone up with the knowledge that if I heard much more, there was a very real chance I was going to do something I’d regret. Attacking the man in the club was one thing. I could get away with it—it wasn’t like he was ever going to see me or give a shit about it again.

Driving all the way home to beat the fuck out of a wealthy businessman who moonlights as an abusive narcissist? I’m not stupid. He’d call the cops and have me in jail and my career ruined before I ever had a chance to start it.

And that’s when I realize it’s too intense—all of this is too fucking intense. I’m not thinking clearly, which is ridiculous, because I just got the best blow job of my fucking life and I should be floating on cloud nine and dragging the man I had pressed to the wall home for another one.

Instead, I leave Zander standing there without an explanation.

Fucking his brains out might have done a better job, but I’m pissed , and that won’t be good for anyone.

So I go home and get drunk, and then I spend the next few days working out and practicing. By the time I swim to the surface from the black cloud completely surrounding my mood, I realize that Zander has texted me multiple times and there’s the slightest tinge of desperate frustration to each message.

Fuck, seeing how needy he is even when he’s trying to play angry chases away the last vestiges of the irritation I feel and leaves me hungry.

It shouldn’t make me smile, but it does.

It shouldn’t make me want to hunt him down so I can see his facial expressions, but the thought sticks in the back of my mind and I realize I’m not going to be able to shake it.

I know what I want, and once I want it…

Well… I can’t let things go until I have it.

It helps that Asher is gone for the week on some biology project. It means I have the apartment all to myself.

That means, if I brought a certain someone home with me, I could tie him to my bed and make him cry until he begged me to give him my cock. The thought sends a hot flush of need across my skin, and I know that I have to do it.

I know I’m not going to be able to think straight until I have Zander Braithe under me and I can work out all the frustration I feel on his tight ass.

I’m halfway to his campus, without a plan other than to get to his dorm before he does so I can surprise him.

Not because I want to be sweet, but because I’m pretty sure it will be easier to get his hands behind his back so I can drag him to my car if he doesn’t see it coming.

Is it considered kidnapping if they’re over six feet and could probably beat the shit out of most people who tried to take them?

Abduction?

Hm. I think I prefer calling it persuasion . It makes me sound a little less psycho than I know I’m acting.

Then again, I’m more than willing to take on whatever names Zander wants to call me as long as he’s yelling them into my sheets while I have my hand between his shoulder blades to pin him down.

Just the thought makes me groan as I park. It takes me a second to realize why my eyes are sweeping around. I’m not looking for him; I’m looking for that obnoxious red car again. Slitting that bitch’s tires was weirdly satisfying. I’m in the mood to paint my keys red next. Lucky for her, I don’t see it, so I make sure to park somewhere that Zander won’t notice my car and get out.

I slip into the dorm with no trouble, walking alongside a group of people going up to their room. One of them casts me a sideways glance, their brows flying up in shock. It’s not like they don’t recognize me—anyone who follows football knows who the fuck I am.

Maybe it’s the dangerous way I narrow my eyes, or maybe it’s the subtle shake of my head… but they don’t say shit as I slip up the stairs with them and trail to a familiar dorm room. Thankfully, they’re a floor above, so they have no idea where I’m headed.

Zandy, you forgot your key. Knock and I’ll let you in.

It’s written in bold on the door, and a slow smile creeps across my face. I thought I was going to have to wait in the hall for him to get home, but this is even better. I rap my knuckles against the door, and after a few seconds it opens and I’m met with a tousled, mousy looking man.

“Oh, uhm. You’re not Zandy.” He says it like he knows he’s in trouble, and I know the grin that crosses my face lets him know that he’s right.

“No. I’m not. But you’re still going to let me in.”

I don’t even have to push him. He just stares at me with wide eyes and a face that pales slightly as I shove the door open and make my way inside, settling on Zander’s bed.

“Uhm. I don’t know… if you’re supposed to be here.” The roommate looks at me nervously, his fingers twitching toward his phone. The last thing I need is him warning Zander, so I lean across and snatch it off the table.

“Don’t worry. I’m just waiting for Braithe to get here. We’ll be out of your hair soon.”

I flop back on the bed like I was invited, like I own the place, and I’m hit with a wave of familiar scent. It makes my stomach clench, my body twitch. Warm and just a little sweet.

Fuck.

How.

Why does he smell as good as he tastes?

I shake my head and cross my hands behind my head like I’m not turned on from the smell, lolling my head to the side and glancing at the man.

“Uhm. Okay. I…” He obviously doesn’t know what to do, because he starts fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. “I’m Luca. It’s… is it nice to meet you?”

I can’t help myself—I laugh.

“Sure it is, Luca.” My eyes flick to the door, and I’m surprised at how impatient I already am. “When does Braithe usually get back?”

* * *

Ten minutes later, the door swings open. Zander walks in with a grin on his face. “Luca, you have to stop telling everyone I lost my key. You might…” His words trail off as he notices me lying on his bed, and Luca lets out a little sound.

“I’m sorry! He just came in. I didn’t know what to do.”

I sit up, tossing Luca’s phone onto his bed, and arch a brow.

“Took you long enough, Dimples. I’ve been waiting forever.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I’m caught up in the way his fingers clench and unclench at his sides, the way he shifts uncomfortably, and I can see that he’s trying to force his body not to react to the sight of me.

I stand slowly from his bed and tilt my head, flicking blond hair out of my eyes with a smirk.

“What’s wrong? I thought you missed me.”

His brows pull together, his mouth opening and snapping shut like he’s choking on what lie he wants to tell me before he finally settles. “You’re full of shit, Slade. Why would I miss you?”

The challenge in his voice sparks a war of irritation and arousal that prickles across my skin and makes my smile turn dangerous.

“Do I need to remind you?”

I’ve almost forgotten that there’s someone else in the room until the sound of a phone clattering to the floor draws both of our eyes to him. Apparently Luca startled himself into answering, too.

“I… he… Oh, Zandy, I promise I didn’t let him in.” Luca is staring with wide eyes between Zander and myself, and I can’t help how smug I feel, especially after I’m sure he told himself he was going to make sure I couldn’t get into the dorm. “He knocked and then came in, and I…”

“Don’t blame your roommate, Zandy .” I draw the nickname out, rolling my eyes. “I think you and I both know I’m good at getting exactly what I want.”

“You aren’t getting anything.”

“You say that.” His face is already flushing as I step toward him, and a low sound tears from his throat when I shove him back against his door in a perfect mirror of what I did the first time we were in the room together. “I think you like when I get what I want.”

“What the fuck are you doing, Kerian?” He sounds as aroused as he does offended, and I love the little hitch of his breath when I step closer. “Luca is right there.”

I lean in, lowering my voice to a growl that I know still permeates the air. I don’t give a shit if there’s someone in the room. “If you don’t want to scar him for life, you should probably just give in.”

“Give in to what, Slade?” He’s already trying to inch around me, like I made the trip all the way over here with any intention of leaving empty-handed.

“Dimples, you’re either coming with me or I’m going to make you beg for my dick in your ass right here, right now.”

He stares at me, wide-eyed, and I feel it when his cock twitches in his jeans.

“I can just go. I, uh…” Behind us, Luca sounds absolutely mortified, and I have to admit the thought of fucking Zander in front of him is hot as hell.

“No… no, why don’t you stay? I can show you exactly what Zandy likes.” I start to slide my fingers down his chest, and I’m impressed that Zander holds a brave face until I get to the top of his jeans, dipping beneath his shirt and dragging my blunt nails roughly across his abs.

“Oh… fuck,” he groans, his fist slamming against the door. When I shift my wrist and start to tease beneath the fabric, he shoves me back enough to grab my hand and firmly jerks it down to his side. “Fine. Fuck . We can go talk in the hall.”

“It’s cute that you think that’s all we’re doing.” I twist my hand in his, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and looking over my shoulder as I yank him out the door. “ Bye Luca.”

“Should I call security?” Luca asks in a small voice, and a snort of laughter escapes me when Zander sighs.

“No.”

“Okay…” He sounds so concerned, and I’m more than happy to shut the door in his face. Zander actually tries to stop us in the hallway, and I shift my grip from his wrist to the back of his neck, stepping closer to him so I can drop my voice to another soft, husky whisper.

“Listen, you’re going to come outside and get in my car. If you fight it, I’ll make sure everyone in your dorm knows what you sound like when you moan.”

He stares at me helplessly, and I’m surprised how drawn I am to the way his eyes are so wide and the stubble on his cheeks can’t quite hide the pink chasing across his skin.

“If you’re going to fucking kidnap me, you could at least tell me where we’re going.”

To fuck. I’d come here to take him so we could fuck. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to get him out of my system anymore, but after the tension running through my body for the last few days, after the memory of his tight mouth on my cock only made me want to see how good it would feel to bury myself in his ass… I know if I don’t get him naked soon, I’m going to end up doing something stupid.

Apparently I hadn’t managed soon enough, though, because my thoughts are slipping. Maybe I’m not finished making him blush, or maybe I like the way he squirms when I talk dirty to him. I could tell myself I was making sure I got into his head before his next game just so I could laugh when he fucked up…

But the truth is, I’m not done listening to the way his voice goes a little higher when I fluster him in public. I’m not finished watching him struggle with trying to tell me how much he doesn’t want me while his body shows me exactly how much he does.

I want to push him to the limit until he begs me to take him back to my place so I can tear him apart.

I’m not done with Zander Braithe yet, and a part of me worries that if I fuck him, this tension and palpable need between us will fade.

Which means…

“We’re going on a date, Dimples. Don’t worry,” I add, as his mouth drops open. “My treat.”