Saving Scout O'Brian (REMASTERED)

Nine

Scout

I leaned against my car after school, smoking a cigarette while I waited for Casey.

My fingers drummed an impatient beat against the hood, my jaw clenching as the minutes ticked by. I was a hairs breath away from stubbing out my cigarette and storming into the school to get her, when a familiar brunette strolled out and stole the breath from my lungs. A literal war bursts to life inside me, and I feel like chainmail is wrapped around my heart as I physically hold myself back from striding over to her. My mind fights me too, drowning me in images of my tattooed knuckles wrapped in all that glossy oak, bringing her to her knees, her eyes glossy with pleasure. I take another long drag of my cigarette and tense when she looks up, her delicate nostrils flaring with annoyance.

If I had a dick, it would be as hard as rock right now.

A smirk tugs at one side of my mouth as her porcelain features tint pink, and her dark brows draw together in a fierce grimace as she pauses for half a step, redirecting her walk towards me instead of the library. I take the time to drink in her long toned legs, tugging my lip ring between my teeth as her calves tighten with each step. My cig runs dry and I drop it, my booted heel crushing it into the asphalt as she strides up to me. I fight the urge to grab another and instead shove my hands into my black leather racing jacket.

Her eyes are an inferno of rage-fueled lust as she drags her gaze from the top of my head all the way down to my feet. I must admit, I look good today. Black baggy joggers sit loosely around my hips, exposing the white strip of my boxers, while my upper half is clothed in a white crop top, exposing my abs to the cool afternoon breeze. My head cocks to the side, the monster in me wide awake, and so very ravenous.

"I'd suggest you keep walking if you're going to continue looking at me like that. Otherwise I'm going to be forced to take action."

I expect the scalding glare she sends me, along with the rigidness in her shoulders and back as she tenses up at the deadly serious implication in my husky tone.

"Do you think I can't handle you?" She snaps venomously, crossing her arms, oblivious to the delicious way the action pushes her ample cleavage up in the tight but modest black dress she wears.

My belly tightens, a ferocious need awakening between my legs as I push off the balls of my feet and take a step into her personal space. Her expression flickers, and a hint of apprehension flashes across her face. Good, she needs to be aware of who the dangerous one is here.

My laugh is low and dark as I lean in as close as I dare, my lips only a few inches from hers. "Baby, I'd fuck you so hard you'd forget your own name."

Her breath hitches in, shock? Or arousal? I muse to myself, meeting her narrowed gaze.

"In case you forgot, Miss O'Brian, I have faced worse things than you."

My lips spread into a dirty grin, my body thrumming with violence. "No, sweetness, you haven't."

She sighs and rubs a hand over her eyes in a practiced move of exhaustion. I frown, not liking the look of it on her. "I'm too tired for your bullshit today, Scout. What are you still doing here? Where is Charlotte?"

I take a step back, allowing her space. I may be an asshole, but I do actually care, although if you tell anyone I'll kill you.