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Kate

Our first stop is a nearby frat house glow party. The whole place is lit with black lights. Freshman pledges are at the doorway handing out neon glow sticks and necklaces as you walk in. When we make it past the entry, I look down to take in the glow of my attire. My white fishnets look totally awesome under the lighting. Landon is equally intrigued because his fingers are brushing against them every chance he gets. The lace of my white bralette peeking out looks like art against my skin.

? “I think I might be having a heart attack, Nurse. Those tits and legs have my pulse racing. You brushed up on your CPR skills?” he teases darkly in my ear.

? I shimmy a little extra to the music, and he gives an exaggerated shudder that has us both laughing. I love how easy it is with us. I love how he plays with me.

? We all dance and drink for hours, hopping from frat house to frat house. The rules are: only our guys get our drinks, and nobody leaves the group without a buddy and at least one of the guys aware of where we are going. Fair enough.

At some point, we finish the rounds of houses and land back at the glow party. It’s around one in the morning, and the alcohol has loosened bodies and clothing. People are writing and drawing on each other with highlighters and glow paint. It’s a blast.

Most people are being responsible with the exception of a few random sets of tits with glowing handprints running down the hall. A couple of couples can be seen making out in dark corners or going in and out of bedrooms. That’s likely where Mason and Sarah disappeared to. I’ve shed my white cropped nurse jacket from the heat and am extremely happy that I bought the bralette instead of just wearing a bra underneath.

Gabe and Melissa are grinding on the dance floor. Jameson is drawing neon blue hearts all over Kelly’s upper back while she giggles and sips on her beer. A girl from my art class and a glowing skeleton come up to write on me as Landon is refilling our drinks about three feet away. The skeleton guy presses a big cold handprint against my lower back and I squeal in surprise. I hope any paint comes off that lace. He chuckles and disappears with the girl into the crowd.

Landon brings me my drink and we sip, happily taking in the scene and artwork around us. I’d hate to be whoever has to clean this place in the morning.

He grabs my hand and leads us through the writhing bodies onto the dance floor. Lucky Daye’s Careful is thundering its seductive beat through the room and has my body responding in tandem. Most guys have lost their shirts by now. I painted Landon’s abs with glow paint. They look spectacular, rippling underneath the blacklights. My handprints outline his biceps, and my lip prints are scattered across his pecs. Melissa and Sarah decorated his back with tiny hearts around Gabe’s goofy message. I snicker while remembering his face when Mason read, “Kate’s Bitch” out loud. Thankfully, he’s man enough to realize the joke and laugh it off. He’s happy to be mine.

When I turn in Landon’s arms so I can feel him press against my ass, I feel him freeze when he pulls my hair to the side to kiss my neck.

“When the fuck did that happen?” I hear Gabe growl. I have no clue what they’re talking about. Did someone just do something stupid? I search the crowd, looking for the source of their conversation.

“He’s wearing a skeleton body costume,” I hear Landon croak out from behind me. What? When I turn back around to Landon, they’re all standing still and looking at me.

“Hold still a sec, Kate,” Jameson says as he comes through Mason and Sarah who at some point made it back to us. Jameson has his phone out and pulls back my hair to snap a pic. What the hell? Why’d he just take a picture of my back? I freeze. The skeleton guy Landon just mentioned. The cold handprint.

“Show me that now, Jameson,” I demand, and he hands it over.

Across the top of my back in jersey style is “ MINE” in big green letters. It’s underlined and the big pink handprint is underneath on my lower back. On the backs of my arms are tiny hearts and stars that the girl drew. I accidentally skip the picture backwards and see a messed up baseball glove underneath laces that messily spell “ MINE ”. My blood runs cold. No wonder he didn’t tell me. Jameson notices that I see the picture and spares me a repentant glance as he takes the phone back.

“ That fucker...” Gabe growls, looking around the sea of people. There’s too many skeletons to pick from. Landon has an arm tucked across his chest and a fist resting against his lips. His fiery eyes are focused hard on me. I gulp.

“Baby, let’s get you home.” I wish I could say that was sexy, but right now, I just feel sick. Again.

Thankfully, the guys only sipped after midnight and have been drinking water as their main drink. They gather all our things, and the four of us girls are herded out of the house by big, beautiful men intent on getting us home. On any other night, that’d be a completely different dream. Tonight, it just feels all wrong.

Landon

I cannot fucking believe it. He was right there, three feet from me writing his words and placing his mark on her. I had zero clue. We were all having a good time and felt secure in our group. What if he would’ve tripped her or something inconspicuous to make her get hurt? What if she’d had a drink in her hand and he slipped something over her shoulder when we weren’t paying attention? There were tons of people around us. It could’ve happened, and we wouldn’t have known until the aftermath presented itself. I clench my jaw and white-knuckle my steering wheel. We left Kate’s car in the parking lot. She’d had too much to drink to be behind a wheel. She can drive it home after her one class tomorrow.

This week has been one whole clusterfuck, and it’s only Wednesday. I probably need to let our coach know what’s going on. After his stunt with her phone tonight, we might have enough to take to the cops and make them aware. I don’t know if they can do a whole hell of a lot, but at least they’ll have it all on file.

A restraining order is likely useless. They’re on the same college campus. If he’s going to go psycho, a restraining order isn’t going to stop shit. They sure as hell won’t put any sort of protection detail on her. They likely don’t have the manpower or enough evidence for a judge to assign anything. How the hell do people all over the world deal with this kind of shit every day?

I snap my eyes across the cab to check on my pretty nurse. She’s staring out her window, and I can see her wheels turning. She’s so strong. I can feel assured that if Trevor ever gets her alone and tries something stupid, he’s gonna regret it because she’s a fighter. That fire inside her is something I love and admire about her. Hopefully, it never comes to anything like that. The guys and I are going to keep tight tabs on her.

When we get home, I make sure to check if everything’s locked properly. Kate drops her white cropped jacket on the back of the couch while kicking out of her heels. I don’t know how she made it all night in those things.

I walk us to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I undo her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I step back to admire her, a vision in white fishnet thigh highs and a white lacy thong that matches the white lacy undershirt. Bralette? Whatever the fuck that pretty thing is that’s only slightly better than just a bra.

I pick her up and set her on the countertop, combing her dark hair from her face with my fingertips.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I smile and bend to kiss her shoulder.

I step back, letting her watch me strip down to nothing. She bites her lip, and I fist myself for good measure, enjoying the way her eyes linger and light up as I do. I let my hands roam up my abs and pecs before I run both hands through my hair, flexing those biceps she loves to squeeze. Her lips part, and I’d love nothing more than to shove my cock between them right now.

Kate lifts her bralette off and beckons me to her. When I step in range, she gives me a dirty grin and lifts her leg, pressing her toes to my abdomen. Her silent command is obvious, and damn I love it. I run my fingers up her right leg and capture the lace-topped hem. I let my fingers linger underneath the edge and tease her thigh lightly before seductively dragging it down her leg and off. She lifts her other leg, and I repeat the motion. I love stripping her.

She hops down from the counter, her tits bouncing perfectly, and drops her panties. She makes sure to brush her fingers across my dick when she passes by, tossing me a coy look over her shoulder. I climb in after her, and we take turns washing the glow paint off each other’s bodies. I make sure every bit of Trevor’s message is erased before claiming her neck with my lips. I grasp her breast and let my other fingers slip between her folds, tracing her entrance and clit. She lets out a sweet moan and spreads her legs, inviting me in.

“I want your mark on me. Erase him,” she commands huskily.

My heart lurches at the overwhelming urge to do just that. I line us up, and she braces her hands on the wall under the showerhead. Rivulets of water cascade down her back and ass.

Beautiful.

Mine.

“Don’t be gentle. I need you right now,” Kate urges.

Fuck...

I grab a hip and slam home. Both of us shout out at the harshness of our joining. I fuck her deep and hard, just like she begs me to. Within minutes, she’s screaming my name, and I’m shouting out triumphantly, bathing her insides with my release, pulling out in time to paint her back with the rest of it. When we both come back to the present, I clean her back off and carry her to my bed to start all over again. When Kate finally passes out in my arms, I know that Trevor is the furthest thought from her mind. I erased him for the night at least.