Craving

Walker made his way to his room before his father came back home from his den meeting. He showered and threw on some sweats, tossing himself on to the bed and scrolling his phone.

He looked up Roxie on her social media, but she wasn’t too active and she still had pictures up of Jesse and Felicity.

Why did he feel drawn to her—the timid little mouse with the fiery temper and hot mouth?

He loved the way she felt, the power he had over her when he held her up against the wall—how Roxie fell pliant into his hold, not resisting him until he advanced.

“Fuck..” Walker looked down at the tent his cock had made in his sweats. There was no way he was growing hard for the runt.

Tugging his cock out of his pants, he began to stroke and stroke—dropping his phone onto the spot next to him. All he thought about was her scent, her smile...the way she liked it when he was roaming her body with his hands—the way her nipples jutted out like pert little diamonds when he’d pulled her closer to his chest at school.

He suddenly exploded, ropes of cum shooting out onto his stomach—he let out a soft moan.

Reaching for the tissue, Walker cleaned himself up and sighed.

He grabbed his phone and scrolled for her number.

“This is a good cobbler,” Roxie said, “Who made it?”

“I think it was Valentina,” Suri smiled, “She sure does make a mean peach cobbler, doesn’t she? I could eat it all by myself.”

“Me, too...” Roxie savored her bite as her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Glancing at it, she looked at the number, contact name: Shithead.

Pick you up tomorrow at 7. Don’t make me wait.

She felt herself grow clammy as she read the text. Why would he want her there?

R: No.

S: Don’t do this, mouse. You need to come out and have a good time.

R: I don’t want to have a good time—not with you.

S:I swear I will drag you out of that house by your ankles if you don’t do what I say.

R: You don’t scare me, Walker.

S: I should. Don’t you want the job and your mom to get a raise?

R: Fine.... 7 it is...

S: Good girl.

Feeling absolutely disgusted, Roxie told her mom about Felicity and Jesse.

“Oh, honey, that’s awful. I am so sorry. Will you forgive them?”

Roxie shrugged, “I don’t have any other friends.”

Suri knew it wasn’t easy for her daughter to make friends. Roxie was smart, kind, and quite pretty, but she was a loner—and from the other side of the tracks.

“You will find the man of your dreams one day and the friends you will make will be the ones you’ll value and cherish for a lifetime.”

Roxie smiled. It hadn’t been easy since her dad died—and she knew her mother longed for his touch.

Steven was a good man and the way he died was suspicious—with even the most prominent and snooty of vamps coming to his funeral.

He’d been attacked by a rogue pack about an hour from Myrtle—a wolf pack. In their world, it was completely acceptable for vampires to mingle with other creatures, but this pack was feral and it had been almost three years since Steven’s passing.

She remembered the entire town showing up, including Walker and his family.

“I miss him,” Roxie said, “I think about him all the time.”

“As you should,” Suri smiled, “He’d be proud of you—he always doted on his sweet princess.”

Suri and Steven had tried for years to have another child, but Roxie had been the only one and she was spoiled, but not rotten. They barely made ends meet, but Roxie was a pleasant child.

“So, there’s this party tomorrow night..”

“Oh?” Suri pretended to be surprised, “And are you going?”

“I..well...yeah, I think I might...” Roxie would do anything to keep her mother employed, “I was invited by Walker...”

“Walker Wells?” Suri frowned, “I don’t know, Roxie...”

Roxie nodded, grimacing, “I know. I don’t like it, either, but he makes my life hell at school anyway. He commissioned me to do a painting of his mother.”

Suri narrowed her eyes, “Which means you’ll be over there more?”

“More?” Roxie laughed, “I’ve been once and that was to pick you up.”

Suri shook her head, “I don’t like it, but you’re an adult and...”

“I will be home by midnight,” Roxie told her mother, “I will even check in with you.”

Suri wasn’t convinced at all that it was a good idea for her daugher to go to a party on Walker’s side—or that Walker was the one who invited her.

“Be careful,” Suri took her daughter’s hand and held it, “We’ll get the den after them if they try anything.”

Walker stood in front of his mirror the next night in his black baggy jeans, black V-Neck shirt, a blue blazer and black boots. His hair was slicked back as his eyes shone golden in the mirror back at him.

He remembered her amethyst orbs peering into his soul when they met on the road the evening before.

“Are you still picking up Holden?” Madeline asked, standing in the open doorway.

“Yeah, I am going to take the Jeep.”

“Make sure she sits in the front.”

“Mom, I am not letting the rodent sit in the front seat.”

Madeline frowned, “You will not be a heathen tonight, Walker.”

Walker sighed, “Fine. If it means so much to you, I will let her sit in the front with me.”

Madeline smiled, “You won’t regret that.”

She walked away with Walker muttering to himself.

“I already do.”

Roxie curled her hair at the ends, stepping into her dark blue jeans, flats and a green halter top. It was rare when she showed off her body—save for the video of she and Jesse. She blushed at the thought of anyone seeing her naked, especially Walker Wells.

Grabbing her sweater and purse, Suri handed her a pair of hoop earrings.

“Mom, I don’t want to get all fancy.”

“Every lady needs earrings when she goes out.”

Roxie smiled as she put them on. She could smell him coming up the road and into the neighborhood.

“Well,” Roxie hugged her mom, “I guess I’m going to a party.”

Suri smiled, “Call me if you need me, please. Don’t you dare hesitate to do so. I love you too much to see anything happen to you.”

Roxie nodded, “I love you, Mom. I’ll be safe.”

Stepping out onto the porch, Roxie shoved her sweater into her bag and watched Walker stroll up to her, eyeing her up and down.

“Well, you clean up well, mouse.”

Roxie rolled her eyes, “Can we just go, please?”

Walker reached out his hand, but Roxie hesitated.

“I’m not going to bite,”Walker said, narrowing his eyes and grinning, “Unless you want me to.”

Roxie sighed, taking his hand and allowing him to escort her to the Jeep.

“You have a nice ass in those jeans,” Walker licked his lips as he watched her climb into the vehicle.

“You’re such a perv.”

“That I am,” Walker hopped into the driver’s seat and peeled out of the driveway, “I have to pick up Holden.”

Roxie felt a tinge of disappointment, but that was quickly erased when Walker put a hand on her thigh.

“This should be one hell of a night, little mouse,” he leaned over, his eyes still on the road, “There’s no telling what might happen.”

He smirked as Roxie peeled his hand from her leg and glared at him.

“And if you’re not scared now, I guarantee you will be soon.”