Page 94 of Dark Little Game

“I always thought of Crimson College. Ever since your brother told me it existed, I wanted to be here. I wasn’t the kind of person who would usually be able to attend Crimson, so I wanted toprovethat I could get in. I also didn’t like the idea of being apart from Weston. Ever.”

I sigh gently as he uses my hand to squeeze me there again.

“Quit talking about my brother while you’re touching my cock.”

“Fine. I’ll tell you something else, then,” he says. “I prefer waffles to pancakes. I take my coffee with milk and two sugars. And my favorite day at the gym is leg day. Is this the kind of stuff you’d rather talk about, Hunter?”

I groan as he pushes on my cock. “Maybe Idowant to talk about that stuff. Got a problem with it?”

“You’re not really interested in me. Not like that.”

“Why’s it so hard for you to believe I could be curious about you, Rayne? You seem to have every other girl and gay guy at Crimson wanting to know everything about you.”

“Well, there’s nobody quite like you, Knox.”

“I know Weston’s not the only reason you wanted to come to Crimson. You thoughtI’dbe here, too. You watched me from afar, every time you were at our house and anytime you saw me in school.”

“Big ego you’ve got there.”

“It’s the truth,” I tell him. “And the afternoon that Wes told you I was going to London instead of Crimson, you kept asking himwhy.”

Rayne’s hand suddenly becomes still over mine. “What?”

“I was in the living room, lying down on the couch, and you guys were in the kitchen. I heard you ask my brother.Why would he want to go to London? There’s nowhere better than Crimson. He should just go with you. I mean, Hunter’s freaky, but he’s not stupid. He belongs at Crimson.”

“Well, I was fucking wrong. You don’t belong here,” Rayne suddenly says, his voice going steely.

“Relax. I was flattered. You can admit you wanted to fuck me. I won’t tell.”

“Hunter.”

I meet his gaze, and for a moment, he looks like a spooked animal.

“Admit it,” I whisper at him.

There’s no malice in my voice.

I just want the truth.

Iknowthe truth.

And I know that he does, too.

“Ego the size of a goddamn yacht,” he mutters as he glances down at my lips, then back to my eyes again.

“Honesty before everything,” I say in a light tone, and I shove down the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down with my free hand so that my other hand lands on my bare cock.

With his palm still resting right above it.

“It doesn’t matter if I wanted to fuck you,” he says finally. “I knew I wouldn’t let that happen in a million years.”

“I knew it.”

“Shut up.”

“You wanted my body. You wanted my mouth, my hands, myass?—”

“And you didn’t want to know me at all.”