Wrong For Me

“Alec, what the fuck?” I shriek, trying to force myself between them.

But he doesn’t allow it, effortlessly moving me to the side with his one free arm.

Gio gasps, his eyes flying to mine.

“Alec, let him go! Are you fucking crazy? He’s a student!”

“Not until he tells me why the two of you were getting all fucking cozy behind the damn building where you thought no one could see.”

I freeze, and Gio squeezes his eyes shut, squirming in Alec’s arms as he fights for air.

Gio’s not a small guy; he’s tall and muscular, fit as hell, but Alec is a beast.

There’s no way Gio is getting out of that.

Alec’s eyes slide to me, narrowing when he sees legit fear in my eyes.

The vein in his temple starts to pulse, and my heart hammers in my chest.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He tightens his grip, and Gio starts gasping.

To make matters a million times worse, Rowan storms back around the corner, his eyes shooting wide in alarm at the sight. He rushes forward, but when Alec speaks again, he, too, freezes.

“Tell me right fucking now, Oakley! Why the hell were his hands on you?” he rages on. “Why the fuck were you in his arms? Why … was he touching you?” he booms.

I slid my eyes to Rowan, who stares wide-eyed at me, his face visibly paling before his expression twists.

Shit.

I swallow and return my gaze to Alec’s, narrowing in on him. “You want me to say it? Fine.”

“Oakley,” Rowan croaks.

But I keep talking, “I asked him to take me out”—I swallow—“and then wear me out.”

A deep growl hits against Alec’s chest, and he moves to push his forearm into Gio’s ribs.

“He turned me down, and I got embarrassed. He felt bad, so he hugged me.”

Alec’s eyes tighten at the edges, his grip loosening enough for Gio to suck in a quick breath. He slides his eyes back to Gio. “You turned her down?”

Gio’s jaw clenches a moment before he gives a curt nod.

Alec throws him to the ground, and he starts coughing.

When Rowan steps forward, Gio’s head shoots up, a hard glare covering his face, and Rowan’s eyes fall to the floor. Gio pops up and shoulders past him.

My gaze slices back to Alec’s when his large frame casts a shadow over me.

His eyes are crazy, his face set in stone, as he stares down at me. He tilts his head, half-glancing over his shoulder, his way of telling Rowan to get lost, and his brother happily scatters.

When his eyes come back to mine, he shifts, forcing my back against the wall with a light push, and he cages me in.

He speaks through a clenched jaw, “You looking to get fucked?”

When I don’t answer, he wedges a knee between my legs.

“Wanna let someone else in your pussy, Oakley? Wanna feel that heat deep in your body, ready and waiting to take a new dick, only to be left feeling empty? Because that’s all you’ll get if another cock slides in you. It won’t fill you like me. Won’t satisfy you like me.” He lifts his knee, rolling it against my jeans, and I grind my teeth to keep from pushing into him. “It won’t be anybody but fucking me,” he growls and dips his head into my neck.

My eyes roll back as his hot breath spreads across my skin.

But his lips never touch me, his hands never mark me, and his heart sure as hell isn’t mine.

I glide my hand across his upper thigh, and I swear, he breathes a light, “Yes,” against me. It’s almost enough for me to give in.

Almost.

My hand roams higher until I’m cupping him through his athletic shorts. And then I squeeze as tightly as I can, and he barks out a cuss word, pulling back enough for me to escape.

I swoop my bag off the ground and run around the front, not stopping until I’m in the main building, surrounded by recruits.

But my hand tingles along with other parts of me, a deep flush covering my chest and cheeks.

Alec was hard and in my hand, and I’m a fool for wanting more.

I’ll need to shop for a new bedroom lock tonight.

And batteries to get me through the weekend.

I’m so fucked. I fed the beast, and he’s still hungry. He wants more.

He wants everything, all of me.

But what about her?AlecI need to come. Hard.

Now.

I make my way into the building, avoiding any and all eye contact. I head straight for the staff locker rooms, locking myself inside.

This shit ain’t ideal, but my body has one mode when touched by Oakley.

Fucking ready.

I kick off my shoes, stripping as I walk, and then step right into the showers. The cold spray that starts does nothing, but that’s not why I’m here, and in the next few moments, the water warms.

I lean my back against the wall, letting the spray hit my abs and slide down my cock.