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And I ensure he doesn’t see me tailing him as I follow him home, making sure he gets back safe.A job he should be thanking me for.

But by the time he leaves for the dining hall with his buddies an hour later, I’m all tapped out on restraint.

I need to come.

And for some reason, my cock needs Rayne to make that happen right now.

I’m bored of stalking.

This time, when I follow him inside, I’m ready to play a new game.

You are going to beg, Rayne Colson.

And tonight I want to use you to get off, too.

7

Rayne

I squeeze through the crowd in the Kettle, trying not to bump anyone with my hard plastic tray full of food.

“This place is fuckingpoppin’,” Oliver says, managing to make it through the crowd after me, heading toward the tables.

I can barely hear him over the sound of students’ conversations and laughter. The whole dining hall smells delicious, like roasting chicken and apple-cinnamon from the pies they have for dessert.

“It’s always busy because it’s the smaller dining hall, but tonight is another level,” Weston says from behind him.

I scan the area for any free table.

Finally, I spot a 4-seater booth where another group is getting up to leave.

“Got one,” I tell Wes and Ollie, nodding over toward it.

I sit on the plush leather booth seat, sliding in, and Wes comes in beside me. Ollie takes the spot across from us, and for the first time today, I feel like I can relax.

The Kettle sometimes feels like my own personal hideout.

Which is stupid, because it’s packed, but I’ve felt at home here since the first night I arrived on campus last year and fell in love with the feeling of this place.

It looks more like an old tavern than a college dining hall, with wooden beams anchored along the walls and ceiling, medieval art hung on the walls, and hanging lamps that look like old gas lanterns above the tables. There’s a big opening in the center of the hall with a big, U-shaped buffet where students grab their food, and surrounding it on all sides are rows of tables and booths.

“Oliver, you’re witnessing Rayne Colson Heaven, right now,” Wes says beside me, grinning. “That look in his eyes right now is hisKettle Face. It’s like an orgasm, but for food and vibes.”

Weston’s always pretty good at reading my mind.

“Not my fault the Kettle is the best place on campus,” I say, popping a perfectly ripe strawberry in my mouth. “This is what I needed. Thanks for joining us, Ollie.”

“I think I finally know where everything is on campus without using a map,” Oliver says. “You guys have been good tour guides.”

“I’ve been coming to Crimson College for my whole life,” Wes explains as he dips fries in ketchup. “My dad went here, so he brought me and my brother here many times, trying to turn us into Crimson boys long before we ever were students here.”

“That’s sweet. Are you and Hunter close with your dad?”

Weston shoves a few fries in his mouth at once.

Inside, I’m grimacing.

I know Weston’s father has been strict for his whole life, always pushing him and Hunter to have perfect grades,perfect performance in athletics, and basically trying to form them into little Barrett Knox mini-me dolls.