His Princess

Chapter Eight

Dani:

I'm in my room packing after my last final when Ericksen knocks.

"Are you decent? I'm coming in either way."

He does. To his disappointment I am fully clothed.

"Hi." I smiled.

Ericksen ran his slender fingers through my neat buzz cut. "Busy?" He questioned.

His touch sent goosebumps up my spine.

"Never too busy for your company."

Ever since that first night we kissed, I found myself overcome by undeniable lust whenever I am near him. It was beginning to cause me trouble. Never before had I been one of those airheaded, bumbling idiot types of people. Ericksen and I were just having casual sex, and that was that. No need for any feelings to arise.

He grabbed my arm to lean me into the bed, touching me everywhere, and only stopping to remove varies articles of clothing.

The look of eagerness mixed with surprise when he yanked down my boxers to see my strap on cock staring back at him, was surely a look of beauty. We'd discussed it before, Ericksen hinting that it was something he was interested in trying.

I climbed farther on the bed while Ericksen got on his knees in front of me, pawing impatiently at my cock.

"C'mon Dani, I want it. Give it to me." He whined.

As he gripped his fingers around it licking the head, I thought of Charlotte. That god awful look of hurt on her face when she saw Ericksen and I together the other night leaving dinner.

I stopped Ericksen. "I can't do this." I tell him sincerely.

"It's about that girl? The dark haired one you saw the other day?" He guessed.

His tone was surprisingly heartfelt. Understanding.

I thought I did a well enough job of watching Charlotte out of the corner of my eye while Ericksen was not paying attention. Clearly not.

"Do you love her?" Ericksen asked me.

He sits up and looks me in the eye.

With my hand holding my face up, I sighed in misery. I nodded. "Yes. I do."

Charlotte:

Once my Composition final is over and at last I am free of the constant dribble from Professor Campbell and Chelsea Jackson, I return to my dorm feeling downright giddy. Three weeks of wonderful sleep and home-cooked meals were in my nearby future.

Elena was present, pacing back and forth between our tiny room. When she saw me, she stopped to look at me with such intensity I wondered what was going on. It was the most serious I've ever seen her.

"You'd better sit down. I have something like, important to talk to you about."

I do as I'm told. "What is it?"

Lowering her head in disgrace, she began to prattle on. "Eve is going to try to trick you into coming home with us again, for Christmas. Don't do it, Charlotte. My sister is a liar. She thrives on manipulating people. You, me, my parents."

I watched her as I grew confused.

"Eve wants you around long enough to terrify my parents into putting a down payment on a townhouse for her after graduation. She's been using you this whole time in hopes our parents will tell her to stop sleeping with women and start focusing on marriage. My parents have no problem with her becoming some sort of trophy wife. She has no real ambition for education anyhow."

I am so angry I could strangle Eve. She put me through all this for a townhouse? I'm nothing but an obstacle to overcome before her main goal? It sounds like if she just asked her parents they would've paid for the townhouse without getting me involved. Ahhh.

"Anyways, Charlotte. Seeing you so upset that night when you were drinking with Deana, I just couldn't go on being a part of this charade any longer. I get it if you don't want to bunk with me anymore. I'll get a new room assignment."

I shake my head. "No, it's okay. We've all been played by your sister. Thanks for telling me. You stay here. We'll be fine."

With that, I walked down the hall to the communal bathroom that's shared by the entire first floor. Dazed by this whole experience, I splash my face with cold water.

"I really need a nap." I say aloud to the empty bathroom.