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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

EASTON

It was fun messing with Gary. He couldn’t see me because he didn’t notice me out the window.

His class was on the first floor. As long as the curtains were open, I had the perfect view.

And his emotions were written all over his face.

I wasn't actually a mind reader, but I could tell what he was thinking at that moment, and I couldn’t stop laughing when he started choking on his own spit.

I left him alone after that, mostly because I noticed him talking to the girl next to him, and it irritated me.

I knew he was too shy to sleep with multiple people, he wouldn’t even have let me fuck him if I hadn’t been the one to bring it up, but the possessive side of me really didn’t give a shit.

I felt a little smug when he took the time to reply to me before focusing on his class.

Gary: That’s a little freaky.

I smirked. My classes didn’t start for another few hours.

I only signed up for morning classes if I couldn’t avoid it.

I didn’t like waking up early. Which was how Gary managed to slip out without me noticing that morning.

I wasn’t happy about it, he was still being harassed, and he said someone had approached him at his part-time job before, so when I finally realized he was gone, I got dressed and headed for his work, watching him from afar until he could head to class.

I stopped long enough to get myself a coffee from his replacement before tailing him.

Playing on my phone kept me entertained until Gary’s class was over.

He had a valid, if a little annoying, reason for not exercising before lunch, so I wasn’t going to approach him, but then I noticed that same chick from his class chatting with him as they headed out.

I ground my teeth, fighting off a scowl. That bitch needed to back off.

When she took his phone, probably to add her number, I shot him a text just so she’d see it while she had the phone in her hand.

Phantom: Wanna make out?

Kissing wasn’t really my thing, I preferred the main act, but I’d do it to stake a claim. Except my message didn’t work like I thought it might. She slapped Gary playfully on the shoulder and chattered at him like it meant nothing to her. Bitch.

Gary blushed and shrugged, tugging nervously on his hair.

He glanced down at his phone, and did a double take, the faint pink on his cheeks turning bright red.

I couldn’t even enjoy it, I was so irritated.

I ignored his response, stalking off toward the parking lot.

I was pretty sure I had a joint somewhere in my car.

Something to get me to chill the fuck out before I hauled Gary back to his room and reminded him who made him come four times in one night.

I found Gary in the library after I’d had a chance to chill out, but not in his usual spot. He was closer to the commotion, and it was written all over his face that he didn’t like it. He was being cautious, too nervous to sit farther away by himself.

Flipping his notebook closed, I tipped my head toward the shelves of books behind him. “Come on. You don’t need to avoid your spot while I’m here.”

Relief flooded his face, and he leapt to his feet, gathering my hoodie and his stuff.

I grabbed his backpack because his hands were full, leading the way to his table in the back.

The noise dialed down significantly the farther away we got from the lobby, and Gary sighed happily when he dropped into his favorite seat.

“Thank you. I know nothing really happened, but I felt uncomfortable coming back here by myself after yesterday.”

Dropping his bag on the table, I sat beside him and put my feet on the desk.

The bitch was gone, and I was mellow, so I figured I could relax here while he got his work done.

I could probably have gotten some studying done myself, but I was too relaxed to care.

Getting high really didn’t put me in the mood to read boring ass textbooks.

“You… You didn’t reply to my text message.”

Peeking one eye open, I studied him. I forgot I had messaged him. It was a ploy to get that bitch to back off, and when it didn’t work, I forgot about it completely. Gary’s blush was interesting though, and it made me curious how he had replied.

Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I checked my messages, ignoring the ones from my friends, reminding me not to ditch them two nights in a row. Gary’s reply had been quick, but I’d ignored it at the time. Kinda wish I hadn’t now.

Gary: Yes… Now?

Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I glanced at him. “Now.”

Twisting out of my seat, I grabbed his wrist, dragging him through the stacks to the back.

We had to backtrack a little, since the area we had been in the day before was occupied, but I eventually found a quiet corner and pushed Gary up against the shelves of books.

His breathing stuttered and that look of eager anxiety took over his face.

He wanted it, he just didn’t know how to take it.

Carding my fingers through his hair, I fisted the back, pulling enough to get him to lift his chin. He whimpered, but it didn’t look like I was hurting him. His eyes were already clouded with lust, and his gaze was locked on my mouth. I tugged again experimentally, and his eyes fluttered shut.

Oh, hell yes.

I was going to go feral on him, I knew he liked it when I did that, but I paused just millimeters from his mouth.

What were the chances he was both a virgin and had never been kissed?

I wasn’t a complete asshole who would ruin that shit for him.

I hesitated and grimaced a little. I wasn’t really the person someone shared a first kiss with.

Being his first in bed was fun, but kisses were where feelings got involved.

Gary’s eyes opened slowly, dark brown almost swallowed by the black and so damn needy. His fingers tightened where he was fisting my shirt and worry overtook his face. I was fucking this up already. Damn it.

“Easton?”

“You know this is just for fun, right? You sure you want to waste your first kiss on me?”

His brows furrowed a little, and he looked away, but didn’t pull out of my grip. Not that I’d let him, but still. If he didn’t want to do this, I’d be happy with a repeat from yesterday instead.

“I wasn’t saving it for someone special,” he murmured, embarrassed. “I just never had the opportunity. My sister made sure everyone hated me in high school. No one wanted anything to do with me.”

That was the second time he’d told me about his sister screwing with him. What the fuck was that bitch’s problem?

“You should’ve kicked her ass.”

Gary actually snorted and raised an eyebrow at me. “With what muscle? She’s always been stronger than me.”

“We’ll fix that,” I growled. And me and him were going to talk about an appropriate response to her once he told me everything. He shouldn’t be letting people walk all over him. He was better than that.