Safe word
Okay so Mac being good at this game was hot...occasionally really ridiculously crazy hot.
But he was all kinds of really for the game to be over.
She's just not being fair. Standing there her hands up her chest heaving for breath her skirt too low to figure out if she was telling the truth about her underwear, having that lusty look in her eyes talking about how good he tasted!?
Come on!
He just wanted her in his bed already. Kinda forever. Well he also wanted her against that booth at Clyde's and that dark corner of the library over there looked good, bent over that table.
Just soaked and whimpering and needing him to fill her...
No! Focus!
You can negotiate places to fuck her after you win. After that blue paint smashes across her. That blast of pain flashing across her pretty little features...
Maybe that was the problem...well part of the problem. He didn't want to hurt her. It's not like he thought she was a fragile breakable little doll or anything. He just didn't want to be the root of any more pain for her.
Not to mention he wanted her to want him, not feel obligated or trapped or anything.
He wanted her above him with that dark smile on her face and that weird joy in her eyes.
He wanted her under him looking up at him like this was right.
He wanted to lose.
That had to be why he kept sending her those naughty little messages whenever he could see her instead of just taking the damn shot.
He wanted her to win, to win and want him and fuck him until he couldn't remember which state they were in.
She's not in the library.
He knows for certain when he gets a message from her.
A picture.
Of her casually eating a salad in the cafeteria.
Saucy over-confident little...
He runs off towards the cafeteria.
She left a note on the table.
Not yet
He knows she's buying Veronica time. He knows it but it stings just the same. He's pretty weak to her, doesn't she know that she could lock him in his room and they could spend the time doing far more fun things than this game of cat and mouse.
Maybe she doesn't know that.
He pulls his phone out and sends her a message.
If you're wasting time I can think of much better ways
He wonders if she knows that he's not being hunted. That chasing her down is all he has to do. Chip pulled him aside last night and showed him his picture.
Dick Casablancas
Out of town girls
Business
California
He hadn't realized he had a thing for out of towners until he'd seen that picture. Everyone in the frat knew why. Out of town girls liked him, even if it was just temporarily, for the way he looked and the easy charm he had. It had nothing to do with money and they didn't have that look in their eyes that oh you poor thing look or that dark morbid curiosity about if he was anything like his brother.
Mac didn't look at him like that. Had never looked at him like that. She didn't give a shit about his trust fund or where that money had come from, she didn't look at him like he needed her sympathy, like he needed her pity.
There had been a dark kind of rage there for a while but it had subsided.
Something else was in her eyes when she looked at him now, a dark power, she enjoyed him and god he wanted her too.
His phone went off.
Promise you won't go after Veronica right away? You won't just shoot me and tie me to the bed for later.
Like he could wait for later. Like he'd be able to do anything with the knowledge that she was waiting for him.
Promise
That was a promise he would keep. Probably the first in a long time but if she would let him be with her now it would be worth it. The sounds she had made in that closet, the feel of her around his fingers, the feel of her mouth...yeah he promised.
Meet me at the frat house
He's sure no one has ever left the cafeteria in that much of a hurry without eating anything.
He see's her the moment he turns the corner onto Greek row.
She's standing looking around nervously, looking down at her phone.
Fucking gorgeous.
He checked that his gun was loaded and looked back up at her.
He'd been thinking and dreaming about her pale skin smeared with his blue paint, blue paint and white...other stuff. Soft and beautiful and a sight just for him, his fingerprints painted across her body, staining her his forever.
He'd take her now, and throw her over his shoulder and take her to bed and not come out until he was sure she was ruined for anyone but him.
His
Mine
"Are you going to shoot me sometime today or are you just going to stare at me?"
The images of her underneath him all blue paint and flushed skin and wanton clears and she's standing with her hand on her hip looking at him with those dark hot eyes, a deep ocean of blue, too deep and dark filled with god he hoped dirty thoughts about him.
"Where do you want it? he asks coming closer.
She smirks at him and he finds it hard to breath.
Does that smirk mean what he thinks it does? God he hopes so, he wonders if he can get Logan to take notes for him because they are not leaving that room for month, she isn't going to see a scrap of clothing in at least a fortnight...whatever that was.
He's a of couple feet from her, he doesn't want to point-blank her, to bruise her skin.
He's rather invested in her body at this point.
The all of her really.
Because she loves him and fuck he might feel the same way.
"Dick what the fuck are you doing here?" Chips voice rings out from the porch and his eyes go wide.
Fuck
He looks back at Mac, her smile is bright and he raises his gun.
"You tricked me." he hisses looking around for Veronica because this is no doubt an ambush. She hadn't been nervously checking her phone for a message from him, she was arranging an execution.
She doesn't dodge of raise her own gun, in fact she drops her gun to the sidewalk and runs at him.
"Shoot her!" Chip yells and he means too he does but he's startled and she jumps into his arms and his gun clatters to the ground. Her mouth is on his and fuck he loves it. His arms holding her close to him, his mouth answering hers.
"Dick!" Chip yells again but he positively doesn't care, he has his prize. He'll probably win the presidency anyway, and he definitely didn't want to be responsibly for another girls v-card.
Mac pulls back from him and his body follows her, "Bed." She tells him her voice this breathy thing and like hell he's going to do anything but exactly what she asks.
The sound of a paint ball speeding past them makes him look up, Chip has taken a pink bullet right to the chest, almost immediately after he can feel the tell-tale sting of a paintball to the back.
He turns out of instinct to protect Mac from the hail of paint filled bullets.
A soft little laugh falls from her mouth, her hand on the side of her face.
"It's okay, I'm ready for the game to be over. It won't hurt."
"You could just shoot her instead."
"With what?" she points at her gun, discarded on the sidewalk several feet away, "Besides I don't have to be the winner to get my prize."
He turns to allow Veronica access to Mac's back, which is quickly covered in pink paint.
"Is your prize in my pants?"
Her smile is large and bright and he takes her up the stairs and into the frat house, dropping her onto his bed.
"No, that's not my prize."
"It's not?" He tries not to sound hurt as he closes his bedroom door, locking it and dragging his dresser in front of it. He's sure he doesn't manage it because her look turns soft as she drops her sweater to the floor.
"No."
"Well what is your prize then if it isn't me?"
He watches as she wiggles out of her skirt and fuck she wasn't lying. She had spent the whole day running around without any underwear.
God she is the best.
She looks up at him and she's smiling softly and her eyes are soft and kind, "I'm a Theta."
"On purpose?"
"Yes."
"Oh I am going to lavaliere the shit out of you." he tells her moving to the bed and pushing her lightly into the bed discarding his clothes on the way.
"I don't know what that means...is it something dirty because I feel like you should tell me first if we're doing anything weird."
He laughs softly his hand's hot against her skin, feeling her out, "Ask Dana later."
"Umm okay...did you really get rope?" She asks squirming beneath him.
"Yeah..." he opens his mouth to tell her he wants to just feel her, that he wants it slow and gentle and normal the first time, wants to keep it loving.
"Can we wait on that... I want to feel you're hands on me."
"Yeah I think I can deal with that."
"Good. Next time thou..." Her eyes get dark and her voice lowers and he can feel the sound vibrate through his body, "Think of a safe word."
His eyes widen taking her in, she's fucking serious, "Am I going to need one?"
The smile that pulls across her face is dark and powerful and amazing, "Oh yeah."
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