I stop at the entrance, wondering if I dare walk her to the door. I want to. What would people say? Fuck it. I unfasten my seatbelt and go around the car, holding both her hands as she steps down on wobbly feet, leaning into me.

  “Thank you.” Her lips pout, and her eyes are woozy with afterglow. “Boys my age don’t give me orgasms.”

  Fuck. My body is on fire, and my hands are on her waist. I want to give her more than that, but we’re in her fucking dorm parking lot.

  Moving her to a breathable distance, I clear the thickness from my throat. “You need to sleep.”

  My hand lingers on her lower back as I guide her to the entrance of the residence hall. Hesitating outside, I really don’t want to go in where students will see us together and see what I’m sure is clear on both our faces. “Can you get to your room?”

  She nods, looking up at me. Then leaning closer once more, she whispers, “I’d like to kiss you goodnight.”

  My lips part, and she seals her mouth to mine, plunging her tongue inside, and without thinking my fingers slide lower, tightening on her bare ass beneath that skirt. She fans the smoldering need in my veins to burning flames, and I slide my finger along her crack dreaming.

  Stop this… I need to stop this, but I can’t stop tasting her. A soft noise slips from her throat, and she holds me, lips chasing mine. How has she managed to destroy my will, to wrap me around her finger this way?

  Releasing her ass, I grip her arms, obeying my screaming brain and stopping us. “Goodnight, Reanna. Go to sleep now.”

  Her eyes shimmer with joy, and she nods, turning away from me and stepping through the screen door. “Sweet dreams, professor.”

  She’s gone, and I glance around the empty parking lot. Shit. Anybody could be out there watching. I lift my hand to slide my hair off my face, and I catch the scent of her orgasm on my fingers.

  I’m sure I’m losing it, because I slip my fingers into my mouth, and she tastes like the most addictive drug on the planet.

  14

  Reanna

  Ali is asleep when I enter our room, so I don’t turn on the lights. I do my best to clean up and pull on a sleep shirt by the glow of my phone and the streetlights through the window.

  Lying on my back, I place both hands over my face, covering my smile. Rolling onto my side, I hug a pillow to my chest reliving every moment from when he ordered me to come to him to his fingers between my thighs in the Jeep.

  I confess, I was trying to make him jealous by sending those pictures, but I never thought he’d show up the way he did, such a possessive badass. I had to kiss him, and my stomach flew when he kissed me back with so much force and need, gripping my butt and drawing more wetness to my core.

  Anyone could’ve seen us, and he didn’t stop.

  Glancing at the clock, I see it’s been long enough for him to be home, and I don’t want him thinking too much about what we did.

  Scooping up my phone, I send a quick text, I can still feel your fingers inside me. Seconds tick past, and my heart beats so fast, I feel light-headed. Tapping quickly, I add, I wish it was your dick.

  Gray dots appear on my screen, and my breath stills. When I see his message, I almost squeal. The sight of you coming on my hand…

  Pressing my lips together, I finish for him, Is an express ticket to heaven?

  Gray dots bounce, and he answers, Every time you look at me or stand near me, all I can think about is your soft, pink pussy swallowing my cock.

  Fuck me, professor! Biting my lips to hold in a laugh, I quickly reply. Does that include class?

  Class is impossible.

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I internally squeal. When you say words that begin with L, all I can think of is you licking me to ecstasy.

  Lorak begins with L.

  Butterflies flood my stomach. More, please…

  When you put that pen in your mouth, my dick gets hard.

  The space between my thighs aches, and I go there. I’ll swallow your dick if you push me to my knees and grip my hair.

  It takes a moment, but his reply appears. We can’t go on this way.

  “No!” I whisper-wail. My brow furrows as I text, What can we do?

  A moment of silence. Seconds tick by, and I think I’m going to cry.

  Finally, he answers, Let me think about it.

  The fear breaks in my chest, and I breathe. Rolling onto my side again, I’m unsure whether I should laugh or cry. Ali makes a noise, and I set my phone aside, pulling the blankets over my shoulder.

  We’re in a holding pattern, but he’s mine. What’s more complicated is I’m his, and I’m not sure what that’s going to mean when it’s time to walk away.

  “Are you staying on campus for fall break?” Ali’s fingers are laced with Ryan’s, and we’re walking across campus to the large, grassy fields used for soccer and intramural sports.

  It’s Friday evening, and we’re headed to what I’ve just learned is an annual pre-fall-break tradition at Thornton, the Pi Kappa Rho Haunted Hay Maze to raise money for St. Jude’s. After dark is supposed to be the prime time to attend, so we’re heading out at twilight for our last activity before everyone goes home, or almost everyone.

  I’m running out of time, and Dirk hasn’t said a word about his plans, but I expect he’s going home.

  He hasn’t looked at me in class all week, and Sharon the cockblocker has been in his office every day helping him grade midterms. Still, I know he’s with me in this. We sext at night, and now I’m horny and antsy and really needing to be with him in private.

  Natasha demands daily status reports, most of which I ignore. Somehow I’ve got to get to his place in Hamiltown, or to Hugh van Hamilton’s study so she’ll get off my back.

  I’ve considered inviting myself to go with him for the break, but it would be a huge risk. He might ask me to meet his family, which would include Hana and Blake, and then everything would be ruined.

  My stomach cramps at the thought of him finding out who I am before I’m ready. I don’t want to imagine his words, his expression… It’s like the shock of ice water over my head.

  I have to control the release of information. I have to explain this to him in my own way and hope I can make him understand.

  The dream I had when I fell asleep in his bed gives me hope. You don’t have to fight alone anymore…

  “Re-re?” Ali still calls me that, and I blink out of my distraction.

  “What?”

  “Fall break,” Ryan laughs. “What are you doing for fall break?”

  “Oh, I’m not sure. I might go to New York.” Right. That’s something I would never do.

  In Natasha’s last text, she threatened to send Rick to check on me, and I actually answered that one immediately. Sending Rick would be the fastest way to ruin everything.

  “Another year with the Pi-Rhos.” Evan is following behind us a few paces. “I wonder if this year it will catch fire.”

  “Funny.” Slowing my pace, I walk beside him. “I thought you were sick. You haven’t been in class all week.”

  His brow arches, and he steps away from me. “Yeah, I’m going to drop professor dickhead’s class. I can’t have a C on my transcript.”

  Twisting my lips, I glance down at my feet, glad the fading light means he can’t see the annoyance on my face. You’re a dickhead, I don’t say out loud.

  Evan stops short, glaring at me. “Why did you ditch me at the bar?”

  “I’d had too much to drink, and you weren’t ready to leave.”

  “You could’ve said something. I’d have taken you home.”

  My eyebrow arches.“I’ve heard you have a reputation.”

  Shaking his head, he walks ahead of me. “Whatever, Reanna. I thought we could have some fun, sorry for misreading the situation.”

  Crossing my arms, I’m glad to be rid of Evan, but I’m still frustrated. I want to have some fun with Dirk tonight. I miss him after our hot kisses and even hotter sex.

  “This is it!” Ali trills, and I look up to see a giant killer-clown head with its open mouth as the entrance like we’re in a rap video or something.

  “I hate those things.”

  I shrink back, but she bounces over to grab my arm. “Don’t be a baby. Think of it as a big balloon. You can always prick it with a pin.”

  “I think it would take more than a pin.”

  Ryan walks around between us, putting his hands on both our shoulders. “I’ll protect you from the scary clown. Don’t worry.”

  He has no idea I could take him and all these fucking clowns out if needed—and there’s no reason for him or anyone to know.

  Instead, I lean in to sweet, tall Ryan escorting us. “Thanks, Rye-boy.”

  Once we’re through the creepy clown’s mouth, we’re in front of a basic hay maze, only it has the addition of actors dressed in zombie costumes lurking around and giving us disturbing smiles. Beady black eyes peep out from behind skull makeup, and a black light turns everything white into purple, including Ryan’s perfect teeth.

  Ali leans into my ear. “Don’t be afraid. The student-actors aren’t allowed to touch you.”

  A tremor is in her voice, and I wonder if she’s saying it as much for herself as for me.

  “Good to know.” I slip my hand in the crook of her arm. “I hope I don’t forget myself and punch one of them.”

  A large hand clutches at my ribcage, and a raspy whisper is between our ears. “Let’s go, girls.” Spinning around fast, I grip the hand, twisting it up behind the attacker’s back, causing him to yell. “Uncle! It was a joke!”

  “I’m sorry…” I release Ryan at once, rubbing his shoulder. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people in a haunted house.”

  “Hay maze, and what the hell, Reanna?” he groans. “Are you some kind of self-defense expert?”

  Ali hurries over to put her arm around my waist. “Stop it, Ryan. She had a difficult childhood, growing up in a war zone. Maybe this was a bad idea. Do you think it might trigger your PTSD, Re-re? We can go.”

  Again with the war zone. “I’ll be okay. Let’s just get it over with.”

  The maze is well-constructed with stacks of hay so tall, we can’t see over the tops. Overhead lights illuminate the center of the paths, but the corners are dark as are the curves and dead ends.

  “You’ve done this before?” I lean into Ali’s ear.

  “Oh, yeah, it’s my fourth time.”

  “Is it the same every year?”

  “Every year!” She laces her fingers with Ryan’s again, who walks on the other side of us now, giving me plenty of space.

  She’s enjoying this too much, and my eyes fly to a dark corner where subtle movement precedes the appearance of a burned-faced hobo dressed in rags with stringy hair and bloodshot eyes.

  We pick up the pace, dashing further into the grassy labyrinth. “I hate these actors.”

  Voices are on the path ahead of us, and when we take the next corner, we encounter a group of four adults who seem to be arguing playfully.

  “I’m telling you it’s right turns the whole way.” I recognize that annoying female voice, but it’s the male who answers that sets my heart racing.

  “That doesn’t make sense.” Dirk is standing with his hands on his hips scanning the top of the walls.

  In addition to Sharon, two women and a little girl are with him, and as we get closer, I recognize one as a psychology professor.

  “Hi, Dr. Chase,” Ryan calls out, and the group turns to face us.

  Dirk’s sexy hazel eyes land on mine, and all my twisted emotions melt into hunger. He’s gorgeous in a thin navy sweater stretching over his muscled chest. His dark hair curls are unruly, like he pulled the sweater over his head and walked out the door, and I want to drag him in for a kiss.

  His lips part as if he’ll say something, but Evan walks up behind us. Dirk’s mouth closes as his dark brow lowers, and the anger simmering in his gaze has my stomach buzzy, my core slippery.

  “Hello, Ryan,” Dr. Chase has a smooth, maternal voice. Her hand is entwined with the other woman’s, who is also holding a long strap attached to a wandering toddler with dark brown ringlets all over her little head. “Any luck navigating this maze?”

  “We just started,” Ryan smiles, his hand in Ali’s.

  “I knew we hadn’t made it far.” Dr. Chase turns to her group. “We convinced Professor Winston to join us since he has experience in tracking. You’ll all be sorry when Amelia is ready for her dinner.”

  I assume Amelia is the little girl, who I further assume is her daughter.

  “Blame your graduate student,” he argues. “She insists we keep going right.”

  “I don’t think that’s the way.” Ali’s eyes are round, and she shakes her head.

  Dirk gestures to her. “This is what I said.”

  “Come on!” Sharon grabs his arm, pulling him in the direction of a path to the right, and the sweater she’s wearing dips dangerously low over her ample cleavage.

  As they walk away, her tight jeans hug her ass, and jealousy burns in my blood. In addition to slutty, Sharon is pushy and very obvious.

  “Have fun, guys.” Dirk glances back, his frustrated eyes meeting my furious ones.

  “Hopefully we’ll see you soon.” Dr. Chase sets off after them.

  “Good luck,” Ryan calls as Ali pulls him straight ahead on the path. “That’s not the right way…” She sing-songs as we part.

  We’re halfway down the path when loud screams and zombie growls echo from the direction they went.

  Ali’s eyes light, and she jerks Ryan’s hand, making a sudden right turn. “Run!”

  We all take off after her, with me calling, “I thought you said right was wrong!”

  Another actor leaps out from the shadows and Ali screams so loud my ears crackle. She scampers up Ryan’s back, and I burst into laughter.

  “It’s a dead end,” Evan calls from ahead of them, and I turn.

  Just then another growling zombie actor charges out of the shadows at me. Rather than drop-kicking him, I let out a scream and run the way we came. It’s dark, and I’m disoriented when I round the next corner.

  I know it’s wrong because there’s no light. Only the main path is illuminated. Heavy breathing and the swish of feet on grass drives me on, and I take another left turn, trying to find my way out. I only end up at another dead end.

  My heart beats too fast and adrenaline surges through my blood. I’m about to double back when strong arms surround my waist. A large hand covers my mouth, muffling my scream, and I’m ready to go full Krav Maga on this person when his low voice is at my ear.

  “I’ve finally got you alone.”

  Clean citrus mixes with the earthy scent of the hay, and I spin in his embrace. “Dirk…”

  It’s a heated whisper, and I thread my fingers in his hair, rising on my toes and searching frantically for his mouth in the darkness.

  Full lips crash into mine, and my moan is swallowed in the desperation of our reunion. It’s only been a few days, but I’m ravenous like it’s been years.

  He lifts me off my feet, pressing my back against the hay wall, and we nip and pull each other’s lips before our tongues slide and curl together. Holding his cheeks, I kiss his jaw as his lips move to my cheek, then to my closed eye.

  “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re here.” His voice is warm honey, and I’m the bee salivating for more.

  My mouth is on his neck, moving higher. “Why are you here with her?” It’s an angry pout, and he chuckles.

  “Are you jealous? Would you feel better knowing all I could think about this week was your juicy little cunt?”

  Electric butterflies dive bomb from my chest to my stomach, and I rise higher in his arms. “I hated this week.”

  “Longest week of the semester.” His voice is hoarse with desire.

  I’ve never felt this way. I’ve never longed for someone so much, to the point where physical pain enters my chest when we’re apart. His hips are between my thighs, and I feel his erection pressing against my core.

  Reaching between us, I caress his cock through his jeans, and he groans. “We’re together now.”

  He kisses my neck, dragging his mouth up to my ear. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

  “Do it.” I stretch higher, searching for another hit of my favorite drug.

  His mouth seals on mine, and he releases my legs as we lick and pull each other’s lips. Lifting his head, he scans the small, dark area. We’re alone in a dead end with only the dim lights from the main path casting long shadows.

  They highlight the muscles in his jaw, and I rise on my toes to lick him, dragging my tongue up his strong neck.

  “Fuck, Reanna,” he groans.

  “I love when you groan.”

  His large hands are on the front of my jeans, unfastening the button, lowering the zipper and shoving them down my legs. “Turn around.”

  “Oh, shit,” I whisper, doing as he says without hesitation.

  The sound of his pants opening, lowering, a tear of foil, and I feel his tip prodding at my backside, seeking entrance. Another whimper slips from my lips, and I lean forward, arching my back to give him better access.

  “Fuck, I love those sounds.” He finds the place, slamming his cock balls-deep into me.

  “Jesus…”

  “Fuck…”

  We both moan, and he holds a moment, his large hand on my lower belly and his other wrapped around my shoulders.

  “I’m so fucking hungry for you.” His hot words clench my core, and he groans again. “I want to fuck you so hard and rough you’ll scream louder than the zombies.”

  “Yes…” I gasp. “Do it.”

  His dirty words, the utter fullness of him stretching me, heating my insides, has me on the edge, and when his hand on my belly moves lower, I moan.

  At the first firm pass of his fingers over my clit, my head drops back and I thrust my ass against him, moving his dick in and out as my orgasm flames to life in my veins.

  “Reanna, shit,” he groans. “I’m going to come.”