Alpha Douchebag: The Prince, Gabriel & Willow Duet #1

By S.N. Garza

Fall in love with the Alpha Douchebags of Grifton Falls University! A new adult, contemporary romance series with all the angst, passion and dirty, foul-mouthed boys who know how to handle girls with curves. These college boys think it’s all fun and games... until they meet the one.

Alpha Douchebag: The Prince, is part of a DUET!!!!

The Alpha Douchebags have two rules. No girlfriends. No kissing on the mouth.

All his life, Gabriel Saint has had everything he’s ever wanted. The house. The truck. The girls. His college rugby team is a shoe-in for state championship. His senior year is supposed to be his best yet. All the girls want him. All the guys want to be him.

Until freshman Willow Mason shows up and throws his world off its axis. And suddenly, everything he wants, doesn’t matter anymore. All he wants is her. All he sees, is her. He won’t let anything stand in his way.

When Willow gets a scholarship to one of the top ten universities in the nation, she knew she couldn’t give the opportunity away. But when she arrives on campus, she’s hated on sight. The little college town doesn’t like outsiders. She doesn’t let the privileged, rich, elitists get the best of her.

When she locks stares with the most powerful and popular guy on campus, she tries to resist, but not for long. Soon they’re spending every waking minute together. He can’t get enough of her sweet, tempting body and she falls deeper in love with a guy who may never love her back.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.N. Garza
• Release date: Jul 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463902011

S.N. Garza

I am a 37 year old wife and mother of two who lives in a small country town in southeast Texas. I work during the day at Chilis Bar and Grill. I write dark, deeply emotional stories weaved with erotic romance that leaves you wanting more. My debut novel is Love Came Back & my best selling book & series, is The Billionaire’s Baby, book one in my Nauti Billionaires of Houston series. It is all sexy passion with an alpha hero who’ll sweep you off your feet.

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COPYRIGHT

ALPHA DOUCHEBAG: THE PRINCE

GABRIEL & WILLOW DUET #1

ALPHA DOUCHEBAGS OF GRIFTON FALLS UNIVERSITY

SERIES

By S.N. Garza

Copyright © JULY 2020 by Stephanie Nicole Garza

COVER ART: SNGARZA

PHOTOGRAPHY: GOLDEN CZERMAK

MODEL: JOEY BERRY

All Rights Reserved

SMASHWORDS EDITION

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, duplicated, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the work of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, business establishments or locales is entirely coincidental.

BLURB

The Alpha Douchebag’s have two rules. No girlfriends. No kissing on the mouth.

All his life, Gabriel Saint has had everything he’s ever wanted. The house. The truck. The girls. His college rugby team is a shoo-in for state championship. His senior year is supposed to be his best yet. All the girls want him. All the guys want to be him.

Until freshman Willow Mason shows up and throws his world off its axis. And suddenly, everything he wants, doesn’t matter anymore. All he wants is her. All he sees, is her. He won’t let anything stand in his way.

When Willow gets a scholarship to one of the top ten universities in the nation, she knew she couldn’t give the opportunity away. But when she arrives on campus, she’s hated on sight. The little college town doesn’t like outsiders. She doesn’t let the privileged, rich, elitists get the best of her.

When she locks stares with the most powerful and popular guy on campus, she’s tries to resist, but not for long. Soon they’re spending every waking minute together. He can’t get enough of her sweet, tempting body and she falls deeper in love with a guy who may never love her back.

PLAYLIST

LET ME, ZAYN

ANGELS FALL, BREAKING BENJAMIN

MISS AMERICANA & THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE, T-SWIFT

KISS THE GIRL, CHASE HOLFELDER

LOST MY MIND, ALICE KRISTIANSEN

I KNOW YOU, SKYLAR GREY

LUCKY, BIF NAKED

CALL OUT MY NAME, THE WEEKND

JUST FOUND HEAVEN, DAUGHTRY

I HATE U, I LOVE U, GNASH

CAUGHT IN THE FIRE, KLERGY

I WARNED MYSELF, CHARLIE PUTH

PERFECT, TOPIC & ALLY BROOKE

WHEN WE, TANK

SHATTER ME, LINDSEY STERLING

SHAMELESS, CAMILA CABELLO

IF OUR LOVE IS WRONG, CALUM SCOTT

CONFIDENT, DEMI LOVATO

SENORITA, SHAWN MENDES & CAMILA CABELLO

YOU ARE THE REASON, CALUM SCOTT

COME BACK HOME, CALUM SCOTT

STOP MYSELF, CALUM SCOTT

IN THE DARK, CAMILA CABELLO

WITH YOU I AM, CODY JOHNSON

LOVER (REMIX), T-SWIFT & SHAWN MENDES

DREAMS, THE CRANBERRIES

PRAYED FOR YOU, MATT STELL

THE BONES, MAREN MORRIS

GRAVEYARD, HALSEY

WILDEST DREAMS, T-SWIFT

TAKE ME TO CHURCH, HOZIER

BEAUTIFUL DISASTER, JON MCLAUGHLIN

TRAMPOLINE, SHAED & ZAYN

I DON’T KNOWABOUT YOU, CHRIS LANE

LADY LIKE, INGRID ANDRESS

MORE HEARTS THAN MINE, INGRID ANDRESS

LENTO, NFASIS

ANCHOR, NOVO AMOR

SINNING WITH YOU, SAM HUNT

DUSK TIL DAWN, ZAYN FT SIA

RADIO LUST, THE BLANCOS

WHAT I NEVER KNEW I ALWAYS WANTED, CARRIE UNDERWOOD

FEEL IT, MICHELE MORRONE

CATCH, BRETT YOUNG

BEAUTIFUL ENDING, BARLOWGIRL

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About the Author

NOTE: This book started out as something that was supposed to be fun, sexy, easy and light. Boy, was I wrong. Because not only did these characters take me on a wild ride for 6 months, they totally flipped my shit and made it so much more.

PROLOGUE

You can’t leave me. You promised, remember? I prayed for you. For someone to love me as you love me. I wasn’t expecting you, but you came and threw everything in my world on its axis. He heard me. He heard me ask for you. I didn’t know your face or name but the moment I saw you I felt it. Something shifted. I can’t lose you. Not now or ever.

Chapter One

Willow

Welcome to Grifton Falls, Texas. Home of the fighting Eagles. Population 37, 890.

My heart races as we pass the welcome sign.

Uncle Luke, we’re here!

I know, Willow-tree. Sure you don’t want to turn back?

No! Why would I do that?

Why indeed?

My Uncle Luke has been dreading this day all summer.

I never thought I’d be going to Grifton Falls University, the best Ivy League school in Texas. Tuition is mad-crazy here, and I got a full ride academic scholarship along with a volleyball scholarship.

This college is for the privileged, entitled kids who want for nothing. I applied to many colleges my junior year and even with a three-point eight GPA, only Grifton Falls accepted me, and I don’t even remember applying here. Of course, I could have went to a community college, but only as a last resort.

The fact I even got accepted made my Uncle Luke, the man who raised me after my parents died, happy yet sadder than I’ve seen him in a long time. He had been twenty-two when he took me in. A five-year-old girl confused and lonely with no one else in the world.

So here we are, driving to Grifton Falls, Texas. Four hours away from small town of Brisbon.

This is gonna be great, kiddo. And him calling me kiddo when he’s only seventeen years older than me makes me smile. He’s been such a great fill-in dad even though I barely recall my birth parents. The only memories I really have are pictures. I knew you were gonna do great things. And to do it at one of the best colleges in the country? I’m so freakin’ proud of you, but I know getting here is one thing. You have to work hard, Willow.

Thanks, Uncle Luke. I’m excited, yet nervous and I’m going to miss you. And I am. Tears burn in my eyes at knowing my safety net is going to be four hours away. He can’t just drop everything and come to me at the drop of a hat. I’m sure he would, but four hours is still a ways away from everything I’ve ever known.

He sees me in his peripherals, and the smile on his face turns whimsical. Hey now, kiddo. No tears. This is college. You’re gonna have a blast. You’re smart. And not just school smart. You’re street smart. And you’re responsible. This is where your life begins. Joins clubs. A sorority. Party. But not too much. His eyes crinkle in the corners, as he looks me over with a little bit of mischief in his eyes.

Yeah. Like that’s going to happen. We’ll see though after this first semester. I have to maintain my GPA and I might not even see time on the court as a freshman. Would be nice though. Maybe you’ll be able to make it to a few games.

With his work as a private eye, his work schedule is all over the place.

I hope so, Will. I have your game schedule; my plan is to make it to at least one home game and of course, if y’all play any Houston teams. You know I’m down. And I hear the rugby team is pretty badass. Might be something to see, too.

One big thing about Grifton Falls—Rugby is huge here. You’d think football would be the biggest draw, but nope. Grifton Falls Rugby team is in the top five in the country. 

They’re the top five in the country.

Uncle Luke parks near Saint Hall, the dorm where I’ll be sharing a room with one Sarah Connor. Yeah. How’s that for a name? I couldn’t help but laugh when Uncle Luke told me. Being a Terminator fan, he thought it was pretty badass.

I look over to see Uncle Luke look up at the dorm and something crosses over his face, but I know he’s just concerned for me and I love him for that.

We walk through the courtyard, my arm with one box and I’m pulling my rolling suitcase behind me while Uncle Luke carries two boxes. Thank goodness he’s a gym buff because I know those are my electronics. Laptop, mini laptop for classes, my Xbox and my TV set.

Walking into the dorm room, Sarah is already here, unloading her belongings as Uncle Luke and I set my stuff on the twin mattress. I’m gonna grab the rest and be back, kiddo.

Thanks Uncle Luke.

I turn to Sarah, who has earbuds in, and must have felt my stare because her dark brunette hair cut short and angled around her face, twists towards me, her green eyes catlike and mysterious. She pops out one earbud and gives me a once over, then an eye raise before settling her gaze back on mine.

"Hi, I’m Willow. We met last month—

I remember. Scholarship girl. Just stay on your side of the room and label your food in the fridge. Don’t—and I mean don’t touch my stuff. Then she hooks the bud back into her ear and promptly ignores me.

Lovely roommate I got here. Not.

After Uncle Luke hooks up all my electronics and sets me up with my own internet with a badass firewall, so I can’t get hacked, he looks around the room where Sarah has left and it’s just us.

He lets out a big, heavy sigh. That’s about it, kiddo. Big world out there.

He’s never really been the emotional type, but I see the loneliness clouding his eyes. Now when he gets home, it’s just going to be him.

You gonna cry, Uncle Luke?

I know I might. He’s been my constant since I was five years old. I’m going to miss him more than anything.

Hey now, no tears, Willow-Tree. Give it a few days, meet some people and you’ll forget all about me.

I won’t. I don’t want to either.

I know. Some ways, I wish I could watch you grow up all over again.

Well, maybe you’ll find some hot babe and get married, then have another baby.

He snorts, rolling his eyes. Doubtful. Now I best be on my way, so you can get settled in and grab a bite of dinner. When do you register for classes?

Tomorrow, but I’m in the M’s, so not until eleven.

I know he can feel my emotions are beginning to run high when he gives me a chagrin and sticks out his elbow. Walk an old man out to his truck, kiddo?

I bite my lip, keeping the tears at bay. Old, whatever. You’re only thirty-five. In your prime, aren’t you?

Another snort passes through his lips as we walk to his truck. Prime? Maybe.

Be a lady’s man, Uncle Luke!

He shakes his head. You’re something else, Will.

He presses a kiss to my temple and finishes the few steps it takes to get inside his truck. Looking down to me, I see a lone tear escaping his eye. I sure will miss you, kiddo. Text me daily, call at least once a day until you’re more comfortable then we’ll make it a weekly call. Thanksgiving break will be here, and you’ll come home, and we’ll have a big turkey party. Besides, I’m gonna come to some games.

Alright. Thanks, Uncle Luke. For everything.

Oh, Willow-Tree, this isn’t a goodbye. It’s a see ya later, alligator.

After a while, crocodile.

With a wink, he pulls out and with a wave, he’s off, and I’m standing here, watching as his taillights fade from view.

Now what? I reach up and wipe away the tears that finally managed to fall down my cheeks. I take a deep breath, knowing I just need to keep myself busy.

I turn around, knowing I need to finish my side of the room, and then grab a bite to eat. I’m walking back to Saint Hall when a group of huge, hulking men—God knows they can’t be boys, they look like behemoths—running through the grass, stopping to squat before flying up then continuing on.

Wow. I wonder who they are. Most of them are shirtless, with tight, rippling muscles. They break off, some of them staying behind, chatting amongst themselves as I begin the trek to my dorm. I hear a catcall, but I pay it no mind. I know it’s not towards me. I’ve noticed there are tons of beautiful girls around who are tall, built like models. while me, in my black leggings and oversized black shirt, dull, blonde hair and curves I keep hidden, would garner no catcalls from anyone. Especially in the male department. I’m usually overlooked.

Another loud whistle finally gets my head turning and I see the four shirtless guys looking right at me. I think. I twist my head back and forth and see no one there. I turn back when another cat call careens through the air. My eyes widen and I feel my skin heat. Three of the four guys laugh like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

The tall one though, with tanned, sun-kissed skin and jet-black hair sticking out everywhere as if he’s run his fingers through it a million times—has a face that says ‘get the hell out of here if you know what’s good for you’.

Straight up resting dick face. Not that it mattered. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. But then he takes a wider stance and with narrowed eyes, he mouth’s the word, Go.

With a wave of heat scouring down my back, I rush into Saint Hall and up to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me as if I had just been chased by hell hounds. I go to my window, see the three cat-calling creeps sauntering off, but the gorgeous, broad-shouldered, stern face one is still standing there, and I see him casing out the dorm’s windows until his eyes lock on mine.

Gasping, I jerk back, letting the curtain fall. It doesn’t matter though, from up here I can still see him staring and it sends a shiver down my spine, and heat sears through my abdomen, causing all sorts of foreign feelings I’ve never felt before. The guy—who am I kidding? This man—is trouble. Trouble with a capital T.

Chapter Two

Gabriel

When our eyes connected, a shock rushed through my entire being. Nothing has ever hit me quite like that before. It was like a shot in the chest that flew straight to my core. And my cock. She must be one of the scholarship chicks who got accepted. Father is on the board of trustees, and they usually pick five, nerdy-ass losers, to make the campus look good. He told me all about them as if he really thought I gave a damn. I don’t ever notice freshman, not even when I was one.

Lock, Duncan, Judas and I had been running with the team when I spotted the curvy little thing walking some old guy to his truck. Must be her father. I hadn’t seen her face, but she had a nice ass and the long blonde hair was in a low ponytail, and a baggy-ass shirt which fell to her thighs.

Look, boys. That itty-bitty thing is one of scholarship bitches. I recognize her from the freshman directory.

We all look over to him and there’s a rush of red creeping up his neck when Lochlan snickers. The fuck you looking at the fish book for, Dun?

Uh, to find some easy pussy, brother. What else?

Judas snorts, Lock just rolls his eyes at Dun’s obvious stupidity. The four of us grew up here in Grifton Falls, born and raised with silver spoons in our mouths. No one will admit it, but the four of us are the alpha douchebags of GFU. We inherited the name during high school, and it stuck. We didn’t give a fuck. It fit us to a T. Although Duncan is the only junior among us, we’ve all been close the entirety of our lives.

You’re a douche, Dun. I can’t help but remark, feeling offended on her behalf. I didn’t like him saying that about her. What. The. Fuck. I shake my head, knowing I’m probably not going to see her again. Grifton Falls University isn’t a massive campus, but being an Ivy League school, it’s big enough a person can get lost in. the town isn’t but about 60,000 people or so, and the only people that go to GFU is either born and bred here, or those few lucky scholarship winners. And it’s costly to come to this university.

We all are, fucker. We got the looks, the brawn, the cash and the brains.

Lock smacks Duncan, his little brother by two years, on the back of the head before saying, You sure as hell don’t got brains, dipshit. We don’t touch freshman. They’re too fucking young. Just out of high school. Watch, she’s not even eighteen. Stay away from them, Dun.

I’ll have you know I have a four point oh GPA, dick. And she is, her birthday was in June.

How in the hell do you know that?

I told you, I looked. She’s pretty.

Such a small little compliment put my back teeth on edge.

The four of us might be best friends, but Lochlan Masters and I have proved ourselves completely loyal to each other. We’re close as brothers and have always had each other’s back.

But he’s right. We shouldn’t be looking at fresh meat. But when the truck lights fade and she’s walking back to Saint Hall—ha! Just had to be under my family name’s roof, didn’t she? —the way her feet eat up the sidewalk, her hips sway side to side, I won’t admit to the others, but I got a chubby just by watching her walk.

When Duncan and Judas start whistling at her, she stops, looking around to see who’s catcalling. When she realizes it’s coming from my crew, and it’s to her, her mouth opens slightly—damn, the way she looks right then, all surprised and in awe, makes me wonder if she’d have the same face after getting banged.

Her eyes widen just a little and hell, I can’t see them from here, but I can tell there’s a blush rising on her cheeks.

Her eyes cast over us, one by one. Duncan and Judas are catcalling her, Lochlan just laughs and shakes his head.

Judas, even though he’s a pretty intense, quiet guy, and Duncan, who’s normally shy in close quarters, they both love heckling people. And they love making people feel embarrassed. For some reason, God knows why, I don’t like seeing her all nervous and scared. When her doe eyes find mine, I give her my flat, back-it-the-fuck-up face and mouth, Go.

She wraps her arms around her waist as if she’s freezing cold before turning, and rushing back into the dorm hall, disappearing out of view.

God, what a twit. She could have come over and at least say hi. Duncan mutters and I grit my jaw, holding in a retort.

With the way you were heckling her, Duncan, it was smart of her to run for the hills.

No. To Saint Hall. I guess she’s yours, Gabe. When was the last time you got laid anyway? Judas asks, this smirk twisting his lips. 

Last night with your mother, dick.

Judas lunges on a growl, and I know he’s just fucking around, but I dodge him anyway. We know he hates his whore stepmother with a passion. He hates when she’s called his mother instead of stepmother, too. Gloria is banging hot, and some dudes think she’s a sweet as candy MILF, but I don’t disrespect a brother like that and I think she’s actually in love with Jason Glass, who’s an absolute prick. His new wife is only a few years older than us.

Let’s get out of here. There’s a party tonight over at Kappa house. Lock mutters before cracking his neck and stretching his legs.

They talk as they jog away, but I’m immobilized. I want to see which window is hers. If I’m lucky, it’s on this side of the building.

Not five minutes later, I’m scanning the windows and there it is. A shift in the curtains and those innocent doe eyes catch on mine.

Saint! What the fuck, bro? I hear Lock yelling from down the hill, but my eyes are still on hers when they widen, seeing that she’s been caught.

Sweet, little fairy-girl jerks back from the curtains and I can’t help the smirk twitching on my lips. She’s curious. There’s an attraction between that I know I’m not alone in feeling. I shouldn’t. But just when she pushes the curtains back one more time, I feel myself going out of character when I send her a wink. She let’s go of the curtains and once more, disappears out of my sight.

Then without another glance, I turn and head down the hill, the pretty, little fairy forgotten.

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Chug, chug, chug!!! The crowd cheers as Duncan sucks out the beer from the keg. Some dare no doubt to see how much he could take without barfing it back up. He was already wasted when he got dared, but since his friend is the Pres of the house, and half the rugby team resides here, he can crash here later. Lock and I are still milking the first beer we got. We know better. Although I’m sure Lock will find some chick to fuck in one of the upstairs rooms and I’ll be here nursing the fucking beer alone. Judas left already, finding the MILF he’s going to abuse all night long.

The semester hasn’t even started yet, but the campus is getting filled up quickly. This is supposed to be a fun, fuck-fest because all I see are a wall of bitches—not just freshman either—trying to get with dudes on the rugby team, along with the football team, and I find myself getting bored.

Then pops in my sweet, little fairy-girl. All dark and tragic looking in her black leggings and baggy black shirt. I couldn’t imagine seeing her here. But damn, if she was, would she—

There you are, Gabe! I look over to see Cindy-Wendy-Sandy, something with a ‘-ndy’ attached to the end of her name, run over to me, her fake tits bouncing under the tight, red, whore dress she’s wearing and gets right on my arm, snuggling up to me like she knows me and is excited to see me.,

Scoffing off her arm, I push her back from me. What the hell do you want?

I can’t keep the rudeness from my voice. She interrupted a good start of a great fantasy. I shouldn’t be thinking about her, but hell if the thought of her beneath me, on top of me, blowing me, doesn’t make my cock rock-hard.

Gabe, I missed you all summer. Don’t you want to go somewhere private so we can hang out. Talk. Get reacquainted?

The only thing you can do for me, is blow me.

It’s pretty much the only thing I remember about this chick outside of the fake-ass tits. Which a lot of bitches have around here. But I remember her giving good head.

Her smile turns coy and yeah, she totally wants to get on her knees and swallow my cock until I’m nutting down her throat.

Her hands trail up my bicep and over my shoulder before caressing down my pecs, abs then over my jeans where yeah, I’m sporting a small chubby. But it’s not for whatshername. No. It’s for one little fairy who I thought I could get out of my mind but it’s proving difficult.

Lochlan is right about not getting with freshman chicks. They’re either too eager or they’re scared little fish who freak out as soon as a dick is rubbed against them. They’re too innocent for our filthy, perverted hands. Not that I’m as nasty as the shit Lock gets into, but we stay away from sweet, wholesome little things like her.

It doesn’t stop me from wondering what fairy-girl would do. I bet she’s a goody little two-shoes. Sweet and oh-so-innocent.

Watching as she gets between my legs, undoes my belt and pulls on my briefs until my now rock-hard cock is out for display, I know I can take all her sweet innocence and ruin it.

Her eyes wide and innocent as my dick stretches her lips. God, yeah.

That’s it, fairy-girl. Suck it down. My head is against a wall, tipped back. My hands braid through her hair, tightening. Loosening. Tightening.

That’s it, all the down. That’s a good girl.

I push my cock just hard enough to feel her gag reflex and I feel the cum in my balls draw up tight as I fuck her face with abandon, not giving a fuck if she can breathe or not. Feeling the tightness of her throat choking on my cock is enough to make me blow my jizz between her lips.

Then I’m shooting my load deep down in her throat. And she hungrily takes it, by my surprise.

Fuck. That was great. Then wandering hands are moving over my body and my eyes fly open to see it’s not fairy-girl at all, but the flaky blonde who has her hands all over me.

She draws herself up straight, and tries to kiss me, but my hands grab ahold of her shoulders and push her back.

I don’t think so, honey. I don’t kiss nut-breath bitches, and you know an AD doesn’t kiss on the mouth.

She has the nerve to look surprised too. Women around this town and campus know our rules about no kissing on the lips.

But—what about me?

I raise my brow and snicker. Sorry, dollface. Not happening.

I check my watch, after midnight. God, I’m bailing. This beer ain’t doing shit and I’m not doing anything harder.

But! Gabe, I want you. I missed you while I was gone all summer.

I give this clingy chick a good once over. She’s pretty, but she’s also too easy. God, I’m only twenty-three. I should love easy. But she’s not doing anything for me. I stuff my flaccid dick back in my jeans and straighten up off the wall.

You’ll get over it. See ya next time.

Then without a backwards glance, I walk past the kitchen where I see Lock feeling up some inebriated chick. I smack his shoulder and mutter, I’m out.

Lock tilts his head to the side, looks me up and down, then behind me where I know bitch-ndy is probably pouting, waiting for me to come back before he responds. Candy want you to bang her?

I look behind me and see Candy looking at me like I’m prime real estate. I am, but not for her.

Doesn’t matter. She’s not coming with me.

She’s captain of the volleyball team, Gabe. You don’t wanna hit that?

The girl in his arms giggles and snuggles up to him. God, these bitches are annoying.

Nah. I’m good. I’ll see you at practice.

Later, G.

I hear the fake-breasted chick call out to me as I casually walk to my truck, but I firmly ignore her as I jump into my vehicle.

I crank it up, hook up my iPhone to the car and blast some Nickelback as I pull away from the frat house. Driving away from the Greek street, I find myself thinking about the little fairy looking sprite. Why I’m thinking about her, I don’t know. I don’t get with girls like her and I sure as hell don’t get with young-ass little girls. She has to be at least five years younger than me.

Lock was right about that. Fresh-bitches were off limits. Barely legal. Not even legal to drink yet. But that girl sparked something inside me I’ve never felt before. More than just lust coursed through my veins.

When the guys were heckling her, I wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up. To leave her alone. Even thinking it is out of character for me. It brought out a protective side of me I’ve never had before. I mean, I don’t give a fuck about anyone save maybe Lochlan.

We’ve been best friends since diapers. Judas became a friend after we started school and Duncan, being Lock’s little brother, tagged along wherever we went, thus adding him to our group and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

Driving past a drugstore, I see a shadow walking down the sidewalk. Petite, arms wrapped around her stomach. Glorious dark blonde hair piled high on top of her head. It’s her. The pretty little freshman fairy. I slow down, watch as she stops, looks between the corner gas station store and CVS. Then I notice she’s wearing nothing but short spandex shorts, a tank top and some type of sweater.

God, Almighty. This chick has curves for fucking days. My cock springs back to life at the vision before me. Then I look beyond her to see a few dipshits just yards away and I see exactly what they’re thinking.

A girl.

All alone. No one around—yeah, this might be a college town and the night life is barely starting to come alive, but there’s always an in between where there’s nobody around. And this girl is about to get more than she bargained for, for being so reckless going out all alone at night.

Whether it’s the three dipshits smirking, making their way over to her, or me. But I know one thing, neither option is safe for her. She makes my body react in ways I don’t like. I’m not protective. I’m not caring or giving. But unlike the dicks walking just a little faster her way, I’m not out to hurt her. I’m not going to do unsavory things to her person unlike the three stooges creeping up behind her.

And I’m about to give some hearty advice to the little fairy-girl whether she wants it or not.

Chapter Three

Willow

Oh, my God. I can’t believe I started my freaking period and I have but one lone tampon. And it’s bent all to hell. Dammit. It’s late and maybe I can probably wait until morning, but I know my periods. I’ll be in a small pool of blood come morning.

It’s the only reason why I’m out here at freaking midnight, walking to the closest store to buy my lady crap. I can’t believe I left my packages of pads and tampons at home. I thought I packed everything, but lucky me! I didn’t pack the one thing I should have remembered.

I wasn’t supposed to start until mid-week like I usually do. I’m half asleep, and irritated. My sparkling roommate told me to go out and buy my own shit because she’s not sharing, so here I am. Out, buying my own crap in the middle of the night. Like she couldn’t spare a tampon? Rude much?

I don’t bother pulling on pants, keeping on my shorts and I pull a sweater shirt over my tank top, knowing it won’t be a far walk. My phone said it was only a seven-minute walk from the dorms.

Which my phone is a total liar.

It’s been ten minutes and the large sweater I’m wearing to cover up is starting to make me sweat. Although thin and threadbare, the Texas humidity and heat have made this little outside trip feel more like walking through a desert instead. Wearing the spandex shorts helped, but they’re to mid-thigh, so they leave a lot of skin showing. Which I hate. I’m not embarrassed by my body or anything. I’m athletic and toned, but I’m short, stacked and like my Uncle Luke likes to remind me, sassy. A ‘predator’ loves feisty girls. Or so he likes telling me, since he’s an ex-cop and knows ‘all the dangers of the world’.

My purse backpack clings to my back and I huddle my arms around me as I spot a gas station and a CVS. Oh, thank God. Finally. There’re not many people out here on the streets and I’m two buildings away when a loud rumble reaches my ears and makes me almost jump out of my skin.

A very big, black truck drives down the main road in front of me and stops besides me, causing me to stop too. The windows are tinted, and I can’t make out the person behind the wheel. It’s not like I would know them. The only person I know here is Sarah, and grumpy ass is in our dorms, getting her beauty sleep.

Then the window rolls down and a dark head stretches over the middle console. Get inside the truck, fairy-girl.

Fairy-girl? And who is this guy? I can barely see but that dark, baritone drawl is causing havoc to my belly.

Sorry, buddy. I don’t get in trucks with strangers. Bye-bye. Then I continue on down the street, determined to get to CVS, the closest store to me.

Did you just tell me no?

That voice. Deep and low, makes me stop once more. I try and investigate the truck, but it’s too dark and he’s got a ball cap on, hiding his features.

Uh, yeah, I just told you no. Don’t you know ‘stranger danger’? I don’t know you.

Yeah, well better me than the dipshits heading your way. Now get in the goddamn truck before that pretty little body of yours gets mugged or raped or both.

Dipshits? I turn to see three guys only a few yards away. And I can tell by the look on their faces, they’re not good Samaritans either. Not with the way they’re looking at me with nefarious intentions.

Great. I turn back to my supposed lone rescuer and try to peek inside. Oh, and it’s safer with you, huh? I’m almost to the store. It’s just right there.

I hear him sigh heavily and this low grumble comes from inside. Clearly, this guy has issues with rejection. I’m not bold or brave enough to take on the three ‘dipshits’ as he so eloquently named them, so making a choice—hopefully not one I’ll regret later—but just as the three get closer, the smiles on their faces quickly turn into scowls as I take the last few steps to the passenger side door and open it quickly. Taking the handlebar, I pull myself into the dark interior of the cool truck and look into the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen.

And they’re attached to the big, hulking guy from earlier today. The one who told me ‘go’ as his friends were whistling and making lewd comments.

You.

His ocean green eyes narrow, Yes. Me.

Then he pops open his seat belt and propels himself over the console and his massive body is leaning over mine, his arm pressing against my chest and stomach as he sticks his head out the window. Not this time, fuckers. Beat it. The dark growl of his resonates over my skin and a shivering tingle spreads throughout my body.

I can’t help breathing him in. He smells like a forest and freshly mown grass. It’s kind of intoxicating. His chest is so close to my face, if I was any other girl than me, I’d probably try and snuggle up into him. He looks like a teddy bear, but his eyes scream grizzly.

The dudes outside mutter, Bitch was asking for it.

He’s so close to me that I can see and feel when his body go rigid. Then he leans back, his face only inches from mine as he says, Stay here.

Before I can get a word in edgewise, he’s outside the truck and walking with one singular purpose towards the group of guys who have the decency to now look a little scared. My rescuer grabs the guy who muttered the comment by the scruff of his shirt and lifts him a foot off the ground.

Oh, my God. I can’t keep the awe out of my voice as he growls out his response.

Do you have any idea who the fuck I am?

The guy he’s got in a hold nods his head quickly and I see his two little cohorts have run off, tails tucked between their legs.

Exactly. And this girl, isn’t ever going to be hassled by the likes of you.

Hey man! I didn’t know she was yours.

Whoa. Now wait a minute. His?

Goddamn right. Now, get the fuck out of here before I make an example out of you. My stranger shoves the guy back, who runs in the direction his friends disappeared down. My savior waits until dipshit is out of sight before turning, cracking his neck and walks with a sure, proud, arrogant gait back to the driver’s side.

And heaven help me, I don’t know why this is the first thing to come out of my mouth. I’m not yours. I don’t even know you. Why did he say that? And why did you respond with that?

He’s looking out the front windshield, his jaw locked tight and his hands fist over the steering wheel. Why the hell you dressed like that? And what the fuck do you think you’re doing, going out after midnight? And all alone?

Not that I have to answer you, since you didn’t answer me, but this is what I sleep in. And my reason for being out late is none of your business. And also, don’t curse at me.

His green ocean eyes blaze into me. The butterflies in my stomach are now fluttering all about, having a freaking party. His stare is so intense, it’s like he’s seeing right through me to my very soul.

His eyes roam over my body, stopping at my chest—which of course he can’t tell I’m braless, I mean, the sweater is covering them enough that it’s not noticeable. Right? But for some reason, I think this guy notices. Then his eyes follow the length of me until they’re glued to my bare thighs.

Wandering around outside, in the dark, could land you in some big fucking trouble, little fairy.

Fairy is not my name. It’s Willow. And I’ve had enough of this conversation. Thank you for rescuing me, but I think I can take it from here.

I grab the door handle when a large hand grips my bicep, turning me back towards him.

I’m not done talking to you and you can’t get out of this truck looking like a walking, talking advertisement for sex.

The comment takes me by surprise. No one’s ever told me anything like that before. Who is this guy?

Who are you?

You don’t know who I am? You didn’t ask anyone about me?

I look him up and down—sigh. He looks so dreamy, all rugged and scruffy. No. Should I?

He rolls his eyes, giving my body another once over. I’m Gabriel.

"Well, thank you, Gabriel, but I think I’ve had enough for now. Thanks again." I try pulling my arm away, but he’s really strong, not letting me go.

Here, put this on. No one will hassle you. Before I know it, he’s grabbing the back hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He doesn’t bother giving it to me. No, instead, he drops it into his lap and reaches over to tug the sweater off my shoulders along with my backpack purse.

Excuse you? What do you think you’re doing?

Quiet, Willow.

And like an idiot, I shut up. He drags my sweater off and shoves his shirt above my head. This must be the strangest thing I’ve ever encountered.

Now, answer me. What are you doing out so late? Even with all the lights on the streets, being alone and a girl is still dangerous. Those guys could have done something real bad to you.

Do you know them?

No, but I’m sure they’re students at Grifton High. No offense, but you are fresh meat here and everyone can tell, he says as I go ahead and pull my hands through the sleeves of his shirt that smell just like him. God Almighty, I have to

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