Leading Her from the Darkness

CHAPTER 23

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"So, what are your plans for today?" Dawson asks as he pours me my second cup of coffee.

Bless his fucking heart.

"I have to head home soon to get ready for some frat cookout," I mutter between long sips, humming contently as the hot liquid glides over my tongue, down my throat and warms my insides; dragging me out of my sleep filled haze.

His head whips around and stares at me incredulously, causing me to set down my mug. My thumb idly traces over the small chip along the rim, bracing myself for his protests.

"I don't know how I feel about you going to hang out with a bunch of drunk tools." Annoyance immaculately coating every word as he speaks.

I snort, "One of those tools is your brother," I pause to take another small sip, "and if you have such a problem with me being around a bunch of men alone, then come with me. Problem solved, Sherlock." I shrug my shoulders indifferently, hoping he will take the bait.

Those hopes are crushed when he shakes his head back and forth violently. "Touché. But he is a tool, so I wasn't completely off base. And besides, I'm too old for that shit."

"So am I. However, age is just a mentality, and I am not trying to dig my grave just yet. So, I'm going. With or without you," I give him a smug smile, pulling my hair up into a ponytail to get it out of my face.

"I don't want to go. I'd rather spend my day with you," he leans down, brushing his lips along the shell of my ear, and whispers, "in bed." His declaration causes my breath to hitch, but I refuse to back down.

"No can do, Rocky. I made a promise, and Lily will chemically castrate me if I don't go." I stand up and mimic his previous actions, nipping at his earlobe teasingly, drawing out a deep groan from his chest as I whisper. "It's too bad you won't be able to see the skimpy dress I have picked out for tonight. I guess it'll just have to be appreciated by all of the tools at the party instead."

I pull away, patting his shoulder and stick out my bottom lip, pretending to pout before turning around, slowly gathering my possessions and head for the door. I'm picturing the dumbfounded look plastered on his face right about now.

Just as I am about to reach for the handle, my body gets shoved up against the door, pinned between the wood and his rigid torso. One of his hands reaches up, latching onto the base of my neck; while the other wraps around, gripping my sex firmly, sending a shock wave throughout my core. An involuntary moan escapes my lips and I can feel his erection hardening against my lower back. Taking a mental note that he gets turned on by being rough, which explains the throat grabbing.

"Don't play games with me, Austyn, unless you're ready for what I'm going to do to you to teach you a lesson," he murmurs imperiously against my skin, biting at the sensitive flesh on the crook of my neck, making me whimper.

"I think it's worth the risk." I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip and smirk.

I turn my head back slightly and my heart rate pulses rapidly when I catch the wicked expression on his face. The ghost of a smirk playing on his lips is telling me that's exactly what he was hoping I'd say.

"I'm going with you."

"That's what I thought," I retort arrogantly, pecking him on the cheek to praise him for making the right choice.

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I enter my apartment and am greeted at the door by a furious Lily.