All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 5

Five

Walker

I can still see her hiding in the shadows along the side of the house. Spencer walked away only moments ago, and now she’s just leaning against the house with a dumbstruck look on her face.

I don’t have to ask her to know what’s going on in that head of hers. Ever since she and Spencer became friends at the beginning of freshmen year, I’ve done nothing but watch her; I know better than most what she’s thinking without her having to say it. I watch her when she’s with Cooper. I watch her when she’s with Spence. I watch when she’s jogging across campus because she’s late for a class. I watch her when she’s playing volleyball, getting utterly lost in a sport she loves. And sometimes, if I’m lucky enough, I watch her through her bedroom window. She’s terrible at remembering to shut the windows, and I just so happen to go out of my way to walk past her apartment at least once a day because I’m addicted.

I’m addicted to watching her.

I’m addicted to her.

And I’m Walker Lewis. I’m not addicted to anything.

I don’t drink. I don’t do drugs. I don’t waste my time with video games or parties. Hell, this is the first party my brothers have managed to drag me to since the school year started. I don’t even date. I fuck whoever is willing to fuck me and move on. Some might think that sounds harsh, but I am who I am, and I never give anyone false hope. Quite frankly, all that shit bores me, and it’s a waste of my time and my talent.

But when it comes to Violet, all sense of self-control seems to go out the window. This is exactly why I’m walking across the yard, more than willing to indulge myself in Cooper’s little plan. Because while her face might scream shock and awe, I also see what else is hidden there. She liked what just happened with Spencer. Her heaving chest, rosy cheeks, and rapidly beating pulse point are all the clues I need. She wants more, and more is exactly what I’m going to fucking give her.

“I could get used to this,” I say lowly, stopping in front of her.

She quickly rights herself, pushing off the house and straightening that tiny white skirt. “Get used to what?” she asks as she narrows her eyes at me. Fuck, those eyes. That perfect shade of green haunts my every waking moment. I have to force myself from covering every canvas I get my hands on in sage. And when she narrows them at me, it’s not out of annoyance or intimidation like everyone else. No. It’s like she’s trying to figure me out. Like she truly wants to know what makes me tick. What makes me burn.

Well, I’m about to fucking show her.

“Seeing you like this up close.”

“Seeing me like what—wait. What do you mean up close ?”

I take half a step forward. “Don’t play dumb, Violet. It doesn’t suit you. I see it sometimes, you know. I watch you go up to your window.” Another half-step. “Grab the curtain.” Half a step. “Look across the street.” One last step. I can feel her harsh breath fan across my chest. “Before you let go of it, turn around, and get ready for bed.”

“Walker…”

Keeping her pinned against the side of the house, I reach up and brush a blonde strand of hair out of her flushed face. “I watch you take your clothes off. I watch the muscles in your back flex as you put your hair in a bun before covering this gorgeous body in one of Cooper’s T-shirts.” I can’t help but look down at her cleavage spilling out of the top of her corset as her breath picks up. Forcing myself to meet her gaze once more, I say, “Then I watch you walk back over to the window, stare at the spot you know I’m standing—the part of the sidewalk where the glow from the streetlights don’t meet—and close the curtains.”

“Walk,” she says breathlessly, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

“You know I’m watching you, Violet. You always know I’m watching you.”

She swallows hard as she looks up at me. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Didn’t look like you had a problem letting Spencer in your pants?”

She reaches her hand up to slap me, but I grab her around the wrist. “Fuck. You.”

I chuckle harshly. “Isn’t that the point, Tink?”

“What if I don’t want to play this game with you, Walker?”

With my hand still harshly gripping her wrist, I lean forward and whisper in her ear, “Then I have a better one.”

Violet’s breath hitches, and I know I’ve got her. If she wasn’t intrigued, she simply would have tried to slap me with her other hand, but she stays still, ready and willing to listen to the rules of my game.

“So here’s what’s going to happen. When I say so, you’re going to run. If you make it back to our apartment without me catching you, then you win. But if I catch you…” I lean back and smile sinisterly at her. “Then I win.”

“And what exactly is the prize?” she asks, her usual sass toward me coming back in full force.

“I get to fuck you.”

Her eyes widen in shock, but she quickly recovers. “And how is that a prize for me?”

“Remember when I said not to play dumb…” With the hand that’s not around her wrist, I trail my fingers along the outside of her thigh and underneath the hem of her skirt, relishing in the touch of her warm skin beneath my fingers. I skate my fingers across the front of her thigh, stopping just before I reach her needy pussy. My cock hardens in my pants as I feel the wetness of her release coating her skin.

I move the tip of my finger, half a fucking inch, and her entire body freezes, waiting in anticipation for where I know she wants me the most. But instead, I look down into the eyes I see every moment of every day and give her one simple command, “Run.”