Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 71

3: Gage.

When I wake up, she's gone.

It's like having a claw hammer buried in my skull.

I dive out of bed with a bellow, clutching at the sheets like I'm going to find her hidden in there. Where the hell did she go? Where the fuck did she go?

The anger has returned with a vengeance in her absence.

I scratch at my chest until blood shows up in angry welts. When she was in my arms, the snakes were kept at bay. Now she's gone and they're bigger, more vicious.

"Stella!"

I rampage through my apartment, knocking trophies off shelves. Pictures of me with the university president, the governor. People who mean nothing to me.

There's just her now. There's only her.

Just before I reach the kitchen, I stumble to a stop in front of a picture of my father. Standing beside me as confetti rains down, the marching band behind us, batons raised. Gone. The only other person to ever mean anything to me.

Gone. The snake fangs dig into my stomach with more force and I almost go down on my knees. Need her. I need her here now.

Do I even have her phone number?

My laughter doesn't hold a single note of amusement. I brought her here to live with me last night and I don't even have her phone number. Just an email address. I slide down the wall and bury my face in my hands, trying to breathe through the chaos in my head. Think. Think.

body is blisteringly aware of that fact. When we walked through my door last night, she was clinging to me, so trusting, her angelic face softened in sleep and I couldn't do it. I couldn't spread her legs open in my bed and fuck her the way I need to. Rough

had an orgasm from a couple licks of her

take her tight little body in. And there will be fifty more after that. Fifty more, fifty more, fifty more until the end of time, because she's mine. She's

my feet, I tear at my hair,

then I see the

a paper with words on it

in my hands. Until I've read the daintily

science at 8:20. Hope I see you later. -Stella "Hope I see you later?" I growl.

science. I have no idea which building. Which lecture hall. There are barely any clues to go

the note back onto the refrigerator so we

later. Preferably when she's stuffed

that body of hers. And I'll inform her in no uncertain terms

are no maybes in

to see me later every

to calm myself down, I find my phone on the counter and dial administration, asking for the dean by his first name. The man wears my jersey number on the sideline at games, so the secretary doesn't

tutoring session go with Ms. McCartney?

hoarse laugh. "That won't

Understatement.

me feel like more than a wounded beast. She's soft and horny and...I think she's a little broken, like me. If she can help me glue together the shit show I've made of my life, I can do the same for

my hands on her

to hear. Only our best

you missing the championship game

that I'd gotten arrested for vandalism, he would be appalled.

won't be able to think straight until she's back in my arms. "I need