Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance - C.M. Stunich Page 0,63

can see the black lace panties underneath. He gives them a good stare before moving across the gravel drive toward the creek.

I'm not letting him get away from me. Not today. Not in this one of a million Devils' Days.

I head after Raz, shoving him from behind as he leans down to look into the cool waters of the creek. He plunges in with a splash, but he's quick, much quicker than me. Raz emerges from the water and spins, grabbing me by the ankle and yanking me forward and into the creek beside him.

The water is so cold that my teeth are chattering before I even come up for air. Raz doesn't let me get that far, shoving my head back down. I end up sucking in water and panicking, but he doesn't hold me under, and I come up a second later, gasping and sputtering.

“Are you crazy?!” I shout as he climbs out, shivering and spitting blood and ice water on the grass. Raz pushes up to his feet and turns a look of pure fury on me. He can't hide the bulge in his wet slacks or the pebbled points of his nipples as he strips off his shirt and chucks it into a wet heap on the brown grass.

“Me?! You're a crazy bitch, Trailer Park!” Raz swipes his hand over his face again, laughing and shaking from the cold at the same time. “Jesus, what the hell is wrong with you?”

I crawl out of the creek, fed from snow runoff from the mountains, with my teeth chattering so hard I'm seeing stars. My blazer's come unbuttoned, showing the wet white shirt underneath, and my now very visible red bra.

Raz's eyes find it right away, heat flaring in his gaze before he turns and takes off toward the car again. He pulls his phone off the passenger seat and makes a call as I kick off my wet shoes and socks, losing my sopping wet blazer as I walk.

“Hey. I'm sorta stuck in Eureka Springs,” Raz says, doing an admirable job of keeping his voice steady as he talks to someone—probably Sonja or Barron. “If you don't get over here now, I might just kill Karma.”

I pick up a decorative rock from the garden bed, turn, and look Raz right in the face before I use it to smash one of the car's headlights.

The look in his eyes … I should probably be afraid, but I'm not.

He drops the phone on the seat and comes for me, vaulting over the hood in an effort to keep me from smashing the second headlight. Too late. Raz's fingers close over mine as I draw the rock back from the second smashed bit of plastic, tearing it from my hand and chucking it as hard as he can into the pond. The spring peepers—tiny, loud, absurdly annoying frogs—scatter in the wake of the splash as Raz yanks me forward, putting our wet bodies together before he shoves me back and onto the hood of the car.

His hands reach down for his slacks, unbuttoning them and freeing the hard length of his cock as I lean up on my elbows.

Our eyes stay locked as Raz steps forward, grabbing me by the ankles and yanking me down the hood so I can hook my legs around his waist. I sit up, shaking and shivering as I slide my palms around to the back of his neck.

“You didn't post the video, did you?” I ask, and he narrows his eyes at me.

“What fucking video?” he snaps, but I cut him off, leaning forward and crushing my mouth to his. Raz doesn't leave me in control for long, cupping the back of my head, fingers digging painfully into my wet hair. Based on the look on his face, he doesn't know what video I'm talking about. It wasn't him. If it were, he'd probably gloat about it.

Raz puts his hands up my skirt, tearing off my wet panties and then lining the head of his dick up with my warm folds. I don't bother mentioning that he doesn't need to use a condom. He'd have to be specifically told to put one on or he won't bother. Calix and Raz in stark contrast: the former thinks too much about consequences while the latter cares for them not at all.

“Screw me like you hate me,” I whisper, and then we're coming together in a frenzy. Raz grabs my ass with his left hand, guiding his