Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 58 My arms hurt, but my back hurts even more. And I don't even want to think about my feet. I might as well not be wearing boots at all. I can feel every cut and bruise like⁠- Like I'm carrying a two-hundred pound sack of potatoes around in the dark. I slow down to maneuver Haven's legs around a tangle of underbrush. She doesn't even bother trying to move her legs out of the way. "Don't work out much, do you?" she mutters. I speed up again, side-eyeing her with a crooked smile. "Glass houses, Heavenly.

What are you, pushing one-fifty?" She lets out a shocked gasp and punches me in the ribs so hard I grunt. Worth it. "Asshole," she mutters, and I swear I hear her teeth chatter. She's been shivering for the past few minutes. I tried to convince myself I was imagining it, but it's obvious she's freezing. The fact she's shivering shouldn't affect me the way it does. But now that she's mine, and that means I have to protect her, right? Keep her safe, warm. The thought should terrify me, but it just makes my dick hard. I stop near a relatively mossy area, groaning as I slide her off my back.

"I can walk the rest of the way," she says-and not for the first time. I work my arms and shrug my shoulders, willing the burning ache to subside. "Yeah? Show me." She tries, unsuccessfully, to suppress a whimper as her injured foot touches the ground, despite how soft and squishy it is. "That's what I thought." I take a second to scan the dark, damp forest. I hate being cold and wet. But I'd hate myself even more if I had to watch Haven shivering. Are her lips turning blue? It's impossible to say in this dim light. "Fuck," I curse through clenched teeth as I rip off my hoodie.

Thankfully, our time in the cabin let it dry out a bit. Even damp, it's got to be better than bare skin out in this cold, clammy night. It's stopped raining a few minutes after we left the cabin, but the trees are still dripping, and I think it just started drizzling again as well. "Uh..." Haven begins, and then squeal-giggles as I try to drag the wet fabric over her head. "What are you doing?" "You don't want it?" I demand when her head pops out of the top of the hoodie.

"'Cos I'll take it back." She grabs the neckline, keeping it place, her eyes catching light from God knows where, gleaming up at me. "No, don't. It's warm." "Then put your damn arms in the holes." If I sound grumpy, it's because I am. It's fucking cold out here, and she hasn't bitched about it once. Who the fuck just puts up with shit like that without complaining? Haven. That's who. My hoodie practically swallows her entire outfit, and it looks as good as Rooke's gray hoodie looked on her the other night.

My dick bounces against my thigh, already hardening into a semi at the memory of her crawling onto Rooke's bed wearing his hoodie. How she shyly spread her legs. The sound she made when I shoved my fingers⁠- "Let's go," I say a little more harshly than I intended. As if she senses the sudden change in my mood, there's no more giggling and squealing. She meekly climbs onto my back, arms slung across my chest. We're both silent until the lights of the campus building start blinking at us through the sodden trees up ahead. I'm aware of her staring at me, but I try to ignore it.

I need to pay attention to my footing, not to the way it feels when she stares at me. The heat of her body. The silky skin of her thighs, where I'm gripping her. Jesus, I'm getting hard again. I can't walk into Greek Row with a fucking semi. Are we there yet? When I finally stop in the backyard of the Nexus frat house, my arms and back are on fire again. Haven has barely slid onto the ground before I'm bending over, heaving for breath. Read full story at FindN()vel.net "So, um, I'm gonna go..." she says quietly.

My gaze latches onto her bare, muddy feet and slowly travel up mud and blood splattered legs, to the hem of my hoodie where less than an inch of her black skirt peeks out. Up, up. Her arm is bent at ninety-degrees, wrist against her stomach. She's picking at her thumb's cuticle with her middle finger. I slowly straighten, grabbing that hand on my way up, forcing her to stop. "You're not going anywhere," I wheeze, wishing there was more strength in my words. I keep a tight grip on her hand, pulling her along after me.

We take a while to reach the back door, what with Haven's limping and me pausing every few seconds to make sure no one's staring out of their dorm room window. It's so late it's early, but for all I know, Jace could be awake for morning prayers already. Someone left the back door unlocked again, thank God, and we slip in as silently as possible. "Are you just being a considerate roommate, or am I not allowed to be here?" Haven whispers.

"Melissa said boys aren't allowed upstairs⁠-" I spin around, halting her halfway up the stairs as I put a finger to my mouth, hissing, "Shh!" She literally stays quiet for a single beat, and barely lowers her voice. "My sorority is just down the road. I should⁠-" "Last I checked, someone slashed your mattress," I whisper back. "Or were you planning on sleeping on the couch?" She tries to pull out of my hand as we reach the landing. "You slashed my mattress?" she whisper-shouts. I spin around, pushing her into the wall and clamping a hand over her loud-ass mouth. "Shut. The. Fuck.

Up." I deliver each word in a low, urgent puff of breath. That's another image going into my spank bank. My hand over Haven's mouth, wide enough to cover the entire lower half of her face. I press a little harder against her, and there's the briefest tightening of her eyes when my dick grinds into her hip. Does she want me to get caught sneaking a girl into my room? NEX has a ton of rules, but only a handful are actually punishable. No perishables in your room.

No pissing in the house plants-the exception being the bush outside by the door, I guess because it's already passed onto the next life. And no girls, ever. Riley gets a pass. We'd all be wading around in filth if our house girl didn't come round every week. She's an honorary frat bro after all the shit's she's put up with the past few semesters. "We good?" I murmur. Her eyes glitter as she slowly nods. I swear I can feel her lips moving into a fucking grin. I step back, tug her away from the wall by the neckline of my hoodie, and march her down the hall to my room.

No one steals in this place, so no one bothers locking their rooms. Except Dahmer...but he shouldn't have bothered, because the only time someone went into his room was when we dared Nolan to do it, and he came running out all pale faced saying it smelled like formaldehyde. He was tripping on shrooms. We all were. But still. I gently press my door closed behind me, watching Haven as she scans my dark room. There's a little light coming in from the window, the barest gleam of a streetlight. Enough to silhouette the bed, the desk, and the bookshelf.

"Our room is bigger," she says quietly, even sounding snobby about it. I let out a low huff as I open my closet and pull out clean clothes. "I don't have to share." "But how do you fall asleep without someone snoring nearby?" "Sometimes I can hear iPh-" I cut off, shake my head. "Blake." Haven turns, cocking her head when I hold out a pile of clothes for her to take. "Just take it," I mutter. She nods, accepting the clothes with a tiny bow of her head. Closest I'll get to a thank you from her. But if I wanted a simp, I'd be with Tanya Burrows from my macroeconomics class.

Haven's always been a challenge. Mentally, physically. Is that why I could never let her go? "Do me a favor," she says reluctantly, her lips twitching as she bites the inside. When I frown, she rolls her eyes. "Please?" I shrug. "Depends." "Can you set an alarm for tomorrow? I gotta get out here early." "Why?" She scoffs. "None of your fucking business." When my eyebrows shoot up, she crosses her arms over her chest and sighs. "Please, Kai." Can't say I'm surprised. Not like we're a couple or anything.

Still, I make a point of sighing louder than her as I take out my phone and step into the hall. "This is gonna cost you." "Don't I know it," she mutters as I lead her to the bathroom down the hall. Not only is there no one in the bathroom, it's surprisingly clean. I mean, someone didn't lift the toilet seat when they took a piss, and there's a lonely sock that I desperately hope isn't full of cum lying discarded in one corner. But the shower's clean, and there's even a bar of soap inside without a single pube on it. Miracles do happen.

"Quiet as a fucking mouse," I whisper, pointing to the shower. "Yessir." She gives me a mock salute and stares pointedly at the door. "What now?" "Out." I bite back a grumble, but I'm shaking my head as I slip out to go stand in the hall as she showers. I suppose it's wise to stand guard, but fuck it if I hadn't been fantasizing about joining her in there. Warm water. Steam. Suds. Jesus, cock, could you please calm the fuck down? I shove a hand over my dick, pressing it against my thigh as I scan the hallway like a sniper on a recon mission. With a hard on. Which seems unlikely.

Haven comes out of the shower three business days later, and walks past me in a fresh-scented cloud, wet hair gleaming, my old football jersey draping her to mid thigh. Worth it. I wait until she's inside my room, door closed behind her, before rushing inside for the fastest shower of my fucking life. Yeah, I want to be with her. But that's not why I'm scrubbing myself like a lunatic. While she was in the bathroom, I was doing a mental checklist of all the shit in my room, trying to figure out if there was anything disgusting lying around. Crusty socks. Crusty tissues. Crusty boxers.

Unfortunately, my brain was too busy being hot-wired by my dick. I spent more time thinking about Haven's plump ass and bouncy tits than anything else. The sounds she made when I was fucking her. How it felt when I rammed home, filling up her tight pussy with my cum. Remembering too late about the thing I stole from her Land Rover the other night. The thing I've been too shit scared to open, because I already knew what'll be inside. The thing I should have tossed out days ago, but I kept...just like all those photos of her on my phone. Haven's Activity Log.