the table and it doesn't take a fucking genius to figure out he's adjusting his dick.
I tear my eyes away from them and return to what I was doing before they showed up. Brax and Abel may be able to pretend, even only momentarily, that they’re normal college students, but I know better. It’s only a matter of time before the old men’s rivals turn their eyes our way … if they haven’t already that is. I scowl as a text message comes through.
"The attitude, man," Braxton says, distracting me. "You should've fucking come to class to see it. She was a little firecracker."
"Think she'll be into sharing?" Abel asks.
Braxton laughs. "If you can even get her to spread her legs," he replies. "Hell, I'd love to just be a fly on the wall if you ever get her alone. She'd fucking massacre you."
"She's welcome to try," Abel says, scratching the side of his jaw. "I'd like to watch her try to tear me down. She's the type of girl who'll make you work for it, I bet."
I flick my gaze up to them but my phone screen lights up, drawing my attention right back. One glance at the name at the top and I turn it off and set it to the side. "Do the others know about the lock?" I ask.
"Announced it right there in class," Abel says. "Word will spread. She'll be a pariah in a few hours or less."
"What's the girl's name?"
Abel shrugs. "Don't know. She wouldn't give it. Pretty sure she's new and in one of the programs."
"She'll be in Havers then," I say with a nod. "Do what you need to."
"I'm gonna invite her to the party this weekend," Brax announces. "Think she'll come?"
Abel cackles, sounding far more amused than I’ve heard him in a while. "She will if she wants out of lockdown."
"I don't know, man." Braxton leans back and stretches his long ass legs out beneath the table, bumping into me. "She strikes me as the type who won't mind lockdown all that much."
“Well, regardless of whether she wants to come or not, if you’re inviting her—make sure she comes. We can’t let people think they have a choice when we demand their attention,” Abel says.
“Oh, I’ll test her alright,” Brax replies with a wicked grin. “And I’ll bet you a K that she’ll fight it.”
Abel whips out his phone. “You’re on,” he says, tapping away. “There. A K on the line. Peanuts, but it’s you and me, motherfucker.” Brax just laughs. “What, don’t think I’ll win?” he challenges.
Brax doesn’t get a chance to answer. "I don't care what you do with her," I say, interrupting them with a shake of my head. "If she threatens the balance—or our fucking authority—deal with her as you see fit."
"And what if we can't handle her?" Abel asks, sliding his phone back into his pocket.
I arch my brow at that. "You really think you can't?"
He rolls his eyes. "Of course not. I'm just saying … what if?"
I grin and put a hand under my jaw to crack my neck. "Then I'll be the one to fucking deal with her, and make no mistake, Abel." I turn and include Braxton in my look as well. “I won't be as nice as you two. So, you better get your rocks off with the girl first before I get ahold of her." I stand up from the table, shoving my chair back as I reach for my bag. "Invite her to the party," I tell them. "And I'll make sure she's fairly warned."
8
Avalon
"Are you out of your fucking mind?"
I slip the dollar store shades off my eyes and look up to the figure hovering over me as I lay stretched out on the front lawn of the dorm. "Nice to see you too, Ry," I say absently before sliding them back over my eyes and spreading back out. “But we really need to stop meeting like this. Can you move? You’re blocking the sun.”
In another second, her fingers brush against my temple as she rips my sunglasses from my eyes. "You have to be absolutely deranged," she continues, holding them above my head as she glares down at me. "Fucking insane. There’s no other reason for you to piss off the worst of the worst mere days after I specifically told you not to!"
I sigh right before I kick my feet out, sending her legs collapsing out from beneath her and watch as she tumbles to the grass