Broken Kingdom (Royal Hearts Academy #4)(17)

Not to mention all the kinky shit it can stir up.

Take Oakley for example. His mom abandoned him and his dad to be a dope whore when he was four.

According to Oakley, she was a beautiful tall blonde.

Can you guess what Oakley’s type is?

That’s right. Gold star for you.

I grab a fist full of Morgan’s blonde hair. “Make me come, slut.”

Normally, I don’t slut shame unless it’s deserved, but it turns Morgan on and makes her get me off that much quicker.

Plus, it helps me get all my resentment about her screwing my man out so I don’t have to cause her bodily harm on the daily.

I call our little arrangement a win-win.

I also call it temporary because she’ll be going off to college after the summer.

I have no doubt she’ll find a hot chick who likes munching carpets as much as she does.

And then she’ll be out of my hair—and Oakley’s—for good.

“That’s it,” I whisper as she works me. “Good girl.”

My legs begin to tremble as ripples of pleasure rip through me.

And then my mind does that thing. That thing where it seems to separate from my body.

I call it a protection mechanism, but psychology calls it disassociation.

I’m not sure why I do it whenever I orgasm with someone other than myself, but if I had to guess?

I’d say it was my way of ensuring they don’t get all of me.

Sex—not that I’ve had a cock inside me yet—is nothing but a physical stimulation that humans are fundamentally programmed to want.

The moment my orgasm is over, I fix my bathing suit and head for the door without so much as a thank you.

“Bianca,” Morgan whispers, her voice trembling as I turn the knob.

Nope. Ain’t nobody got time for a stage-five clinger.

My stomach dips the moment I close the door behind me.

On second thought, I should have taken my chances with Morgan because I’ve been spotted.

Sawyer’s big brown eyes cut to mine. I’m about to compliment her on her figure-flattering bathing suit, but she hisses, “Seriously?” Wide-eyed, she juts her chin toward the front door. “Oakley is right outside.”

Sawyer promised my secrets were safe with her, but I can tell they’re slowly eating her alive because she’s close friends with him too.

“It’s not my fault she got hungry.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “You have to tell him.”

I have every intention of informing Oakley about Morgan’s obsession with my cunt.

If the fucker ever decides to talk to me again instead of constantly avoiding me.

“I will…when the time is right.”

She shakes her head. “Not good enough. The longer this goes on behind his back the worse it will hurt him.”

I raise a brow. She’s got to be kidding me.

“Hurt him?” A laugh flies out of my mouth. “You know he’s not actually into her, right? They’re just using each other.”

Sawyer does that little nervous shuffle with her feet. “I have no idea how he feels about her. All I know is sneaking behind his back is wrong. He deserves to know—”

“Who deserves to know what?” Oakley interjects as he waltzes inside like he owns the place.

Given he’s renting the guesthouse and all…I guess he sort of does.

I glare at Sawyer, warning her to keep her trap shut.

My friend tries to clear the anxiety out of her throat but fails as she gestures to the envelope in her hand.

“I booked a spa day for me and Bianca for her birthday…but the only appointment I could get us was during Cole’s first game next season.” She looks at me accusingly as she shoves the envelope in my hand. “Bianca thinks I should lie and make him think I went and left early, but I told her that lying to people you care about isn’t cool.”

With that, she scampers off.

I have to stifle another laugh. There’s a reason my brother’s nickname for her is Bible Thumper. Not only does she regularly attend church—because she actually enjoys it—she’s one of the most generous, caring people on the planet.

With the exception of her stint with Adderall a little over a year ago, lying isn’t something you’ll catch her doing.

But I can’t worry about her conflicted feelings right now, because he’s standing right in front of me.

Eyes as blue as the ocean, dark blond hair that hangs just above his ears, well-defined cheekbones, perfect chiseled jaw, and a full bottom lip just begging to be nibbled on—he is utter perfection.

“Hi—”

“Have you seen Morgan?”

If I was anyone else, he’d have a conversation with me and Morgan would be the furthest thing from his mind.

But shit’s different between us now.

All because I caught feelings after a kiss that was never meant for me.

And the only thing he caught was the need to distance himself from me like I was poison.

“She’s in the bathroom.”

Wiping my pussy juice off her mouth.

An awkward silence descends until the bathroom door opens and Morgan comes bouncing out.

“Bathroom’s all yours, bitch,” she seethes, knocking her shoulder against mine.