They Will Fall: A Dark College Romance (Wicked Boys of BCU Book 3)

“GET YOUR CUTE ASS OVER HERE,” I sing as Riley comes bursting through the front door of Maddox’s house.

She runs into my arms and I sweep her up, twirling her around. All of my worries melt away as I kiss the top of her head, burying my face in her hair. Her sweet scent floods my senses and the warmth from her body sends a shiver down my spine.

I squeeze her body so tightly against mine that she feels like a part of me. A limb that I need for survival. “God, I’ve missed you so damn much.”

“I’ve missed you, too.” She buries her head into my chest, but I grab her face and pull her lips to mine.

My tongue slithers in her mouth, intertwining with hers like two ropes trying to overpower the other. I intensify the kiss, wanting to devour every part of her. I feast on her like a starving animal, dragging my teeth across her bottom lip and sucking it into my mouth, only to let it snap free like a rubber band. My lips trail down her neck, to her collarbone, and she lets out a subtle moan.

Grinding myself against her core, I show her what she does to me every time she’s in my presence. And especially now, since it’s been so long since I’ve touched her.

With the back of the couch to the left, I spin her around until her back is to my chest. “I need to fuck you, Angel. Right here. Right now.”

It’s not a want, it’s an aching hunger deep inside me. It’s as if we’re the only two people in the world and she is the only one who can fill the void inside me. I have to have her. Now.

“But Maddox…” She whimpers as I gather a fistful of her hair and tug back slightly.

Her doe eyes peer up at mine. “Maddox who?”

Riley quivers in anticipation as my hands move to her waist, pausing to tug her leggings past her hips. They are so fucking tight that I debate cutting them for a second before I finally get access to her core. They come to a rest on the curves of her tight, round ass and her body jolts as I grab a handful of her meaty flesh, growling headily. “Fuck, Angel.” Then I decide to just do it anyway. I take the knife from my pocket, the cold steel making her muscles freeze as I rip the fabric from her body. Goosebumps pebble her body as I run my hand up the inner part of her leg while I stand.

I press two fingers against her entrance and she gasps. Slowly, I prod them inside her, feeling the warmth and wetness as they curl deeper.

Every few seconds, her head turns toward the front door as if she’s waiting for Maddox or someone else to walk in. “Don’t worry, babe,” I assure her. “I’ll make this quick.”

I push deeper, drumming my fingers in a rhythmic motion against her G-spot. She cries out in pleasure as I continue the motions, now using my other hand to move in circles over her clit.

Her whimpers grow louder and louder as the pleasure inside her builds. “Oh my god.” She moans. “I’m gonna come.”

Clenching my fingers with her walls, she holds her breath, then spills into my hand, squirting her juices all over.

Before she even comes down from her high, I shove my rock-hard dick inside her. Her body jolts and she gets a tight hold on the back of the couch, digging her nails into the soft fabric.

I dip my hips, pushing into her forcefully until I’m fully seated. With each slick thrust, her walls clench around me and I gasp at the sensation of her tight pussy enveloping me.

The sound of the door opening grabs my attention, and Maddox steps inside as our eyes meet. He closes it slowly, taking care not make a sound as I continue to fuck Riley from behind.

I return my attention to her as he stands there watching me pound into her.

My fingers delve into the skin of her hips and I move her back and forth, rocking her body against mine.

I don’t last long. I never do with this girl. Her angelic pussy has the ability to make me come so fucking fast.

A current of electricity courses through my body as I come. I shudder and moan as I feel the warmth of her walls tighten and I fill her up.

Riley lets out a breathless moan before melting into the back of the couch. I lean forward, cloaking her body with mine as I curve my head and kiss her cheek. “I fucking love you, Angel.”

Her cheek rests against mine, and she whispers, “I love you, too.”

Those words alone triple the size of my heart. I’ve always known it to be true, but this girl is my sole reason for existing. She is the air I breathe. Every beat of my heart. I will, quite literally, die without her.

Riley inches backward and I slide out of her. Evidence of our orgasms drip down, hitting our clothes and the floor. I tug my pants up, feeling the warmth of the liquid pool against me, then I peel my tee shirt over my head and crouch down to wipe her up with it.

I slide the shirt up between her spread legs, memorizing her form as I do. My fingers drag across her milky skin and there’s a slight prickle, proof that she hasn’t had a chance to shave in a couple days. I make a mental note to do it for her, and I will, because my number one goal in life is to make her life easier while filling her with so much happiness, and my cum.

Once she’s dry, I stand up and spin her around. Her eyes immediately land on Maddox, who has one foot kicked up on the wall by the door and his arms crossed over his chest. There’s a look of concern on Riley’s face, but when Maddox smiles and crosses the room to us, her emotions quickly shift gears.

“I didn’t know you were there,” she says to him as he crouches down in front of her. I step to the side as he pulls up a pair of his gym shorts on her that he must have grabbed from his bag.

He remains down in front of her, but tips his chin. “Didn’t want to disrupt your reunion.”

Riley rolls her lips together. “I know this isn’t normal, but I hope it can be our normal.”

“Normal is boring,” Maddox retorts, and I’m in complete agreement. “We are us. Doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.”

She smiles in response and I find myself doing the same.

Once Maddox is on his feet, he presses a chaste kiss to her lips. “I’ll finish getting your room ready. You’ll be in the room between mine and Ridge’s” His gaze lands on mine. “Ridge, can you show her to her bathroom? She said she wanted a shower.”

I nod and take her hand, leading her through to the kitchen, to the staircase on the far side of the house.

Even with everything going on around us, there’s a sense of calm inside me right now. It’s amazing how much power another human being can have over your emotions.

Still holding her hand, I lead her into the guest bathroom down the hall from the room she’ll be staying in. On top of the sink vanity is a towel, along with some bath essentials, such as shampoo, conditioner, and razors.

I close the door and she pauses inside, as if she expects me to leave. Well, she’s wrong.

Reaching over, I turn on the bathtub and click the lever to keep the water from draining. “How about a bath instead of a shower?”

A smile draws on her face. “Okay.”

I gather the mini bottles of shampoo and conditioner, as well as a new razor, and set them on the ledge of the bathtub. My eyes land on a near-empty bottle of bubble bath on a shelf to the right, so I grab it and squeeze the remaining contents beneath the stream of running water, watching as foam begins to surface.

As the bath fills, I return to Riley. My hands run down her sleeves and I grip the hem of her sweatshirt. I lift up and her arms instinctively rise. Her tired eyes stare back at me and I get lost in them as I toss the sweatshirt to the floor. Still locked on her blue orbs, I lower myself to my knees and take her shorts back down. She steps one foot out, then the other, and I throw them on top of the sweatshirt.

With her hand now in mine, I lead her over to the bathtub. “Join me?” she asks in a near whisper.

“Planned on it.”

She steps into the bath, wincing when her feet, that seem to be covered in cuts and scrapes, touch the water. I immediately want to ask her what happened and demand revenge on anyone that caused my girl pain, much less made her bleed. Except, as her body sinks beneath the frothy bubbles, I find myself not wanting to ruin the moment. I undress quickly, eager to join her. I step in behind her, my legs curling around her body as I cage her in.

Riley rests her head back on my chest, and I draw lines up and down her arms with the foam we’re engulfed in.

“This is nice,” she says. “If only the comfort I feel now could last forever.”

“It will,” I tell her. “I need you not to worry and let me, Maddox, and Lev do the worrying for you.”

Her body tenses and her eyes look up at me. “Lev?”

I nod. “Yes, Lev.”

“But he’s the reason this happened, Ridge. He’s the cause of this mess.” She sits up and meets my gaze with questioning eyes. Her forehead creases prominently and her eyebrows cave in. “Do you know where he is?”

I can’t lie to her, and I won’t. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and mutter a barely audible, “Yeah.”

“Ridge!” she stammers, her hand sloshing in the water. “Have you known this whole time?”

“No,” I say in a harsh tone. I don’t make it a point to lie to her, so why would she assume I was? “Not the whole time. After you and Maddox took off, he called me.” My tone softens and I pull her into me, forcing her back to my chest as I hold her. “We have a lot to talk about, including where you and Maddox were all this time. And we’ll talk about it all. But right now, just soak up this moment with me.”

A minute or so of silence passes and she finally relaxes into me. We sit there, soaking in the water, for what feels like hours, but it’s still not enough time. I could stay here forever.

Riley begins to stir, then she slides down, allowing her body to fully emerge. I look down at her face through the clear water. Her eyes are closed, her hair spread out like a web that covers my legs.

When she comes back up, she inhales a deep breath and pushes the water off her face.

Picking up the razor sitting on the ledge, I slide the cap off then reach under the water and grab her leg.

“What are you doing?” She chuckles.

“Taking care of you.” I stretch my arm out and drag the razor from her knee cap, all the way up to the delicate crease just above her thigh. She watches me, smiling, as I repeat the motions until I’ve finished the top of one leg.

Without a word, she lowers her leg and lifts the other, allowing me to continue shaving her.

“You’re not human, Ridge Foster.”

I smirk. “Why’s that?”

“Men like you just don’t exist. Why are you so good to me?”

“Because, Riley Cross,” I raise an eyebrow as I look at her, “I am truly, madly, deeply in love with you.”

Once the top half of her legs are done, I instruct her to turn around until her feet are in my lap, then I shave the lower half with gentle ease, taking care not to nick her skin. Every so often, I swirl the razor in the water, and resume.

When I finish, I gaze deeply into her eyes and take her hand, raising it in the air, and I glide the razor down her armpit.

Her eyes glisten at me as I take her hand in mine and raise it in the air, making sure that no spot is left untouched. I glide the razor down her armpit. Then move to the other, raising her hand and dragging the blade down. After the final stroke, I lower her hand into the water, still holding it in mine.

“I love you, too,” she says. “Truly. Madly. Deeply.” It’s as if she’s been holding on to my last words this entire time.

I grab her waist and hoist her onto my lap until she’s straddling me. “For life?” I whisper in her ear.

Warm lips press to my ear as she whispers back, “And longer.”