Bad Boy Brawler (Alpha Bad Boy Book 3) (8 page)

I spotted her at once, upstairs on a balcony overlooking the scene. Chloe looked smoking hot in her outfit. She wore a Santa hat and her short brunette hair flowed down from it. I stared at the tinsel wrapped around her creamy, tanned legs and I wanted—no, I
would
bury my head between her thighs. Soon.

She spotted me and walked down the staircase slow and with purpose, her hips swaying back and forth, giving me a peek at the tall heels that matched her skirt. My cock leapt in my boxers and I casually slid my beer down next to my erection to try and ease the tension.
Fuck!

She strolled up to me and smiled, knowing what she was doing to me.

"Hey." She had to shout in my ear so I could hear over the music. Her warm breath wasn't helping my downstairs situation.

"What?"

"Nothing. Sorry about the little scene earlier." My eyes met hers and for a brief moment I thought she might feel more than friendship between us, now that Mark was out of the picture. I wondered what it would be like to not just fuck her, but to be with her. Have her on my arm as we walked through campus.
Stop bein' a pussy. That's what got you into this. Stick to the plan.

"Don't worry about it." I played it cool. She was a tease. I knew this. She just wanted some attention until the next muscled up fuckboy came along. The innocent, small-town girl was part of her lure. I was her prey. I wouldn't fall for it again.

"I can't believe he did that to me." She batted her eyelashes. I wanted to give in. She was good. I had to give her credit. She wobbled around on her heels a little and slurred when she spoke.
Was she drunk already?
I couldn't blame her if she was. This was the perfect opportunity to put my plan into action. Maybe it'd be easier than I thought.

"How much have you had to drink?" The music seemed louder every time I tried to talk to her. Girls had already started to make out with each other on a table to cheers that rang out over the music. We both turned to watch the spectacle.

"A few." She giggled. This was my moment. I was sure of it.

"You wanna go upstairs where we can hear each other?"

She nodded and I took her by the hand. I stared down to her ass, the ass I'd be pounding my hips into shortly. Waves of energy rushed through my body, all landing in the head of my dick. I started to lead her away.

"Chloe!"

I should have known better than to get excited. We both turned and there stood Mark. Her hand slipped from mine at the sound of his voice.

"I'm not doing this here. Not right now." Chloe folded her arms and it pressed her tits high in her bra. I couldn't stop staring.
Focus.

"Please. I need to talk to you." Mark stood there looking like a bitch, damn near about to cry. His voice trembled. What a pussy. I couldn't stand him.

"I'm not doing this. Just no!" Chloe took off up the stairs. Mark started to follow and I halted him with my arm to his chest.

"Just let her go, man. Give her a little space." It wouldn't take me long to do what needed doing, then they could go off and get married. He could coach football in some small town like a real winner. Knock Chloe up and she could daydream about what her life would have been and surf Pinterest all fucking day. I didn't care.

"You're right, bro. Fuck." Mark paused. "Can this music get any louder? Jesus fucking Christ!"

"Go find some brothers. Have a beer or two. I'll go up and smooth things over." I smiled a devilish grin at him. This was working out better than I thought.

"Yeah. Yeah. Thanks so much, man. I owe you one." Mark smiled and kept thanking me. I was more than happy to do this favor for him.

JAMES

The walk up the stairs was the longest walk of my life. Hell, I'd been in love with Chloe forever. Now I could hurt her the way these two assholes hurt me. All the flirting in front of my face, hearing them fuck each other in the dorm room, sometimes with me asleep below.

This was more perfect than I imagined. It was all falling into place. My hand ran up the antique rail on the staircase. Fine details were carved in it. Someone had taken their time, gave it the attention it deserved. I planned on doing the same with the little bitch most likely crying upstairs.

My abs flashed between green and red as the lights danced around the room. When I reached the top I looked back. The scene below was getting hot and heavy, like a winter-themed rave party. Some of the girls were naked already. This was definitely the place to be on campus.

I crept down the long hallway with doors flanking each side, spaced apart evenly. The carpet was white with stains everywhere, the hazards of parties as epic as this one. Pictures of each pledge class going back fifty years were spaced between each door.

I peeked into every room on my way down the hall, swiveling my head back and forth, searching for my target. Finally, my eyes found what they were looking for. There she was, sitting on a bed, clutching her face in her palms.

I strolled in casually and she glanced up to me, her eyes red, glistening with tears. Perfect.

I closed the door and turned the lock. Chloe's eyes looked puzzled.

"What are you doing?"

"Just making sure we don't get interrupted." Fuck she was hot. Even her innocent bullshit was making my cock grow. Maybe it was real. Her tears looked real. She just wasn't into me. That was fine, because I was going to be into her momentarily.

"Oh." She almost sounded disappointed. I could tell this bitch still wanted Mark after what he'd done to her. These two fucks were meant for each other. I didn't care anymore.

I walked over slowly and sat next to her on the bed. I wanted to pull the tinsel from her legs with my teeth. That was the plan anyway.

"Why would he do this to me?" She sobbed into her hands again.
Stick to the god damn plan.

I stroked her hair softly. It wasn't very long, but there was enough to grab a fistful and that's all I needed.

"I don't know. He's just a guy. It's what guys do."

"Don't make excuses for that prick. You don't do shit like that to girls." Her hands clenched, the sadness turning to anger. Good.

"Well, I guess that's what you get then." It was time for my plan to go into action.

"What the fuck?" She slapped me across the face. "How could you say this was my fault? Like I did it to myself. Fucking bro code. Maybe you are the same.
Asshole!
" Chloe stood up and started to storm out of the room. I gripped her arm—hard. She yelped and I slung her back onto the bed face first. She started to get up and I pinned her down with my chest, my hard cock pressed up against that peppermint skirt while she squirmed underneath. I gripped a fistful of her hair and clamped my other hand over her mouth. I could still hear her muffled screams.

"Fuck you! What are you doing you god damn psycho? Get off me!"

I yanked her ear back to my mouth. "You think you can just fucking tease me? Stick me in the god damn friend zone and fuck my best friend?"

I kept her pinned down, one hand still covering her mouth, and ran my other hand from her hair down along her back. I lifted my hips from her ass and moved my hand up her skirt. "Your innocent bullshit doesn't fly with me. You want to tease and dress like a fucking slut in front of me? Flirt with me? Fuck my best friend with me in the room? No, I don't think so. Not today, Chloe. You wanted to act like a cunt and now you're gonna get fucked like one."

I massaged her slick pussy over her panties as she screamed into my hand. "I'm not fucking you. You're a fucking sociopath! Get the fuck off me."

I pulled the skirt up over her ass.

"God damn it!" Her panties read 'Chloe' real big on the ass.
How in the fuck am I going to be able to turn these in?
Mark would know. I yanked them down to her thighs, revealing her gorgeous, firm cheerleader ass.

"Get the fuck off of me." She turned her head back to me and glared.

I smacked her right ass cheek as hard as I could. She whimpered in pain. The pale outline of my hand turned bright red as blood rushed back to her tan skin. It made my cock stand at attention. Chloe went from being a hard ass to a crying little bitch in a matter of seconds.

"I have to turn in your god damn panties to the brothers. What am I going to do with these? They say your name all big on them."

"Well, I was going to give them to Mark you fucking prick." She quickly returned to her innocent pouting. "Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends?" She gave up her struggle against me, her body only quivered. She shuddered with each touch.

"That's what I fucking thought. Don't fucking worry about Mark. I don't want to hear his god damn name again."

"You won't get away with this."

I flipped her over to her back and pinned her arms to the bed. She wiggled for a second, but felt my weight on her and gave up the struggle. I stared into those gorgeous green eyes of hers, then worked my gaze down to her tits and bunched up skirt. Her bare pussy called for my mouth, and I'd be tasting it soon.

"I beg to differ. Now shut the fuck up. Try anything funny and I will fuck you up." I let go of her arms and slid her panties down past her ankles and over her heels. I set them in the floor and pulled the stupid fucking beard from my face and tossed it against the wall.

"As soon as you're done I'm going straight to the police." She gave me her best helpless look, trying to guilt me into stopping. "If you stop I won't say anything, I swear."

"You won't say anything anyway." I started to grind my cock up against her pussy. Her legs tried to close and my knee remedied the fuck out of that situation. She groaned in protest.

"See, Chloe, you can go to the police if you want." I traced her cheek with my index finger. "But if you do, I'll just leave the grade I changed to an F in the school's grading system."

Her eyes grew large and bloodshot. I felt her tense underneath me. She was a fireball of rage. I leaned into her ear and exhaled down her neck.

"What will you do then? You'll be suspended from cheering. You'll have to explain why you're on academic probation to your poor parents who put all their hopes in you. Sorority houses have gpa requirements, don't they? Well, there goes that." I smiled.

"You can't. How? You're a liar."

"Well, I guess I'll just fuck you and then we can find out together if I'm telling the truth or not. What's it gonna be?"

She started to cry again. I wasn't falling for it. "Why are you doing this? I liked you and you never even asked me out. Mark was my second choice."

Oh, this bitch knew how to play me. I gripped her by the throat. "Don't think your fuckin' games are gonna work here." I growled in her ear. "Your days of fuckin' with me are over, Chloe. Understand?" I gripped her throat tighter and she nodded, gasping for air.

"Fine. You win. Just get it over with fast."

"Oh, I certainly won't." I ran my hand down and felt her pussy. It was hot and incredibly wet. "You really are a dirty little whore. All fucking wet down here. This shit turns you on."

"Are you going to fuck me or not? You need to hurry before I change my mind."

"Oh, I plan on it. But first you need to learn not to run your fuckin' mouth."

I yanked my boxers down and kicked them off, my cock hard in my palm. I got up on my knees and held it in front of her face.

"Put this cock in your mouth and shut the fuck up."

"That wasn't part of the—"

My hand shot to the back of her head, gripped a handful of hair, and yanked her up to my dick. My other hand ripped her bra down and I finally got a peek at those tits I'd been lusting after. They were high and firm, perfect round little nipples that poked out in the air. I slapped one and squeezed it hard. "I said put this dick in your fucking mouth, whore."

Her lips reluctantly parted and I shoved my dick into her wet mouth, feeling her velvet tongue run up my shaft as I thrusted into the back of her throat. Her eyes watered and she choked a little before learning her place and settling into a rhythm.

I stared down at her eyes as she sucked me. Hate was in her gaze but I didn't care. Her warm tongue swirled around my head and shaft as I fucked her sweet lips. I had to slow down a little before I came. I had to get inside that pussy, fast.

I slid my dick from her throat and tossed her back to the bed. Her thighs tried to close and I yanked them open.

"Keep these fucking legs spread for me." I dug my knee into her inner thigh to let her know who was in charge as I dove down and feasted on her tits. I flicked my tongue on one nipple and pulled her bra to her stomach, before biting down on her as she pearled in my mouth. I watched her hands fly back and grip the sheets as she let out a moan.

Bitch is enjoying this shit.

I stroked my bulging cock in my palm as I kissed down her stomach. Her bra got in my way and I hissed. She arched her back and unclasped it in the back, tossing it to the side like a good little whore. My hands went to her soft, bare pussy, spreading her lips to focus my tongue on her clit.

When the tip of my tongue pressed against her swollen nub her arms flew back once again. Her hands found my head, her nails dragging across my scalp.

My tongue swirled her clit in slow circles as her pussy dripped to the sheets. She gasped, her nails clawing at my hair.

"Yeah, you like that shit, don't you?" I thumbed her clit while I spoke. She didn't respond, just panted and pawed at anything she could find. I slipped a finger in. It was like heaven; soft, warm, wet.

"Fuck!" Chloe's hands were back on my head where they belonged, her tits arching toward the ceiling. My tongue worked her clit harder and faster. I sank another finger and ran them both deep. Her hands pushed her tits together and her back began to arc on the bed. I leaned up to watch her come.

"That's it, Chloe. Come on my fucking hand. I know you want to."

"Fuck you!" She stared at me with hate, but I could see the lust in her eyes.

My fingers throttled her hot cunt. The bottom of my palm smacked against her clit as I drilled her deep and hard with my fingers. She started to whimper and then her sounds turned to light screams. Her hips shot in the air. My fingers followed. No quarter was given as my hand sped up. Her pussy was so wet my fingers smacked in and out. It echoed through the room as she convulsed on my hand, shuddering in delight.