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Dad’s expression faltered. “I’m sure it would have been easier if you had roommates, but …”
“I know. I’ll be fine. I promise. The privacy and quiet will help me study since I have my own place.”
“Also, when you’re ready, there is a box in the bottom drawer of your dresser.”
“Okay.” Mom didn’t need to say anything else. I knew what she was implying. Whatever Mom had put together for me would have to wait until …
Mom grabbed me for a quick hug. “You know if you need us for anything, we’re only a call away.” She smoothed my long, wavy blonde hair.
“I know.” The air around us crackled with anticipation. My parents had been bound and determined to set me up for success and found a cute little house for me close to the Whitmore University campus. And even though we wouldn’t speak it out loud, we were all holding our breath to see if I would stay. Some demons I could never get rid of. They rode me piggyback, whispering dark thoughts into my ear while they clawed at my soul.
“Well, if you have plans, we’d better finish up.” Dad slid his arm around my shoulders.
“And play bubbles,” Conner reminded, poking me in the side with his finger.
I giggled, then turned to him. “Tickle monster!” His fit of laughter filled the space and lit up my heart. At the same time, I’d spent the last several years helping out my parents with his care, and I desperately wanted to see what life was like outside of my family. Here at school, I was only responsible for myself.
“Why don’t we wait on the boxes and take care of your room?” Dad gave my arm a gentle squeeze.
“Okay.” My pulse hammered against my wrist. I hated this part, but it was necessary, especially while living alone.
I followed Dad down the hall, then closed the door behind us. He walked over to the dresser as I glanced at the queen-size bed and frame that were already put together. The area was actually a decent size, so my matching nightstand and dresser fit beautifully and left plenty of space to walk. Thankfully, the rustic brown furniture helped offset the stark white walls.
The sound of a box opening pulled my attention back to the job at hand.
“Are you ready?” Dad’s voice was peppered with worry.
I gulped as I stared at the leather strap of the handcuff. “Yeah,” I whispered.
ChapterTwo
Kane
“We gotta do something different this year, man. I’m getting bored of the same ol’ pussy,” Quinn stated. He leaned against the worn, brown leather couch and stretched his arm across the back.
The society members had grabbed a room on campus that the drama club normally used, but today it was empty. It ensured us some privacy while we dialed in the details of the secret society for the fall college term.
“What do you propose?” I asked, my gaze sweeping over my best friends, who were also some of my football teammates. I tugged on the hem of my Seattle Seahawks jersey, waiting to hear from them. “The society has run well with the guidelines in place.”
Once the society’s founder had moved on, he’d left it in my hands to do with as I wanted. Although I was stoked about it, I had to be careful after being approached to play for the Seattle Seahawks. I had to keep my nose clean if I didn’t want to fuck up my entire future. At the same time, I wanted to make this year our best. Hell, as far as I was concerned, the society kept us out of bad situations since the guys weren’t looking to get laid at parties where the girls were drunk off their asses and wouldn’t remember what the hell had happened after. That spelled trouble all the way around.
“We have a shit ton of new applicants, so I don’t know what the fuck Q is talking about.” Sterling placed one ankle on the opposite knee, confusion embedded on his face. His sandy-blonde hair flopped into his eyes, and he brushed it aside.
I sifted through the top pieces of paper the guys had submitted, but it would take a while to vet the girls properly.
“First, are we keeping the current name? I say we honor the founder and continue to call it The Black Widow Society.” I rose and placed my palms against the large conference tabletop, eyeing each member.
“You know that those fucking spiders kill their man after they get fucked, right?” Remington shot me a quizzical glance and propped his feet on the corner of the battered square table nestled against the wall.
I chuckled. “Yeah. I’m open to other ideas.” I ran my hand through my short brown hair, my brain running a mile a minute. At the end of last year, I had to find a new location for our activities, and I wasn’t interested in a warehouse like the previous place. I couldn’t believe my luck when I’d found a house twenty minutes away from campus, surrounded by woods. To my surprise, it had a nicely remodeled full basement and plenty of space to ensure we had all the kink rooms we wanted. Except mine.
“Who cares about the name as long as we get to use the new location soon.” Quinn grabbed his crotch. “I’m ready for some action.”
Laughter filled the air. Quinn could be a total asshole, but when you needed him, he was there.
Sterling grinned and massaged the back of his neck, his gaze flickering with mischief. “I’m in on the name for The Black Widow Society. It’s a salute to the guy that made it all happen.”
“Let’s vote.” Before I could even ask who was in favor of keeping the name, all hands shot up. “Well, that was easier than I thought it would be.”
