Co-Ed(41)

“What?”

“Act as innocent as you want. I’ll enjoy bringing out every single dirty part of you…”

I glanced down as she moved her legs then crossed her ankles like she was squeezing her thighs together.

“Won’t help, Shower Girl. Won’t help. But you can try.”

“What?” Her voice was husky and a little bit raspy.

“Clenching your thighs. Sad replacement. Trust me on this.”

“Trust you,” she repeated the phrase, and it hung heavy between us.

“Yeah.” I kissed her hand and tried like hell not to fly off the side of the road, park, and tug her skirt up.

“How drunk are you?” I asked once we made it back to the dorm. I cut the engine and waited. My breathing had slowed by then, though just barely.

Her eyes pierced straight through me. “One drink, two glasses of water, and a half gulp of whatever Leo was drinking that tasted like orange juice.”

I sighed in relief. “Leo rarely drinks. It was orange juice with a splash of lime.”

“It was good.”

“I’ll relay the message,” I said gruffly before grabbing Shawn and kissing the hell out of her, tasting the orange juice on her tongue and memorizing the way it slid against mine. I pulled away. “Inside. Now.”

She opened her door, straight up took off her heels, and jumped onto my back when I came around the front of the car.

I laughed and jogged inside.

People stared.

They could all go to hell.

It took me three tries to get the damn door to our suite open, and when I did, it was to see Slater sleeping on the couch with the remote in his hand.

“We have to sneak by Dad,” Shawn whispered against my ear, tickling it then tugging it with her teeth.

I slipped and nearly ran into the countertop. “You can’t bite me if you want me to be quiet.”

She bit me again.

I held my moan in and tripped over a throw pillow with her still hanging on my back.

Her muffled laughter filled the room as I finally got to my door and pulled out my keys.

Slater moaned and turned on his side.

I held my breath.

He blinked at the TV then closed his eyes again.

With an exhale, I waited for a loud commercial then slowly opened my door, crossed the threshold, and closed it.

Shawn slid down my back.

I turned the lock.

It was loud.

So loud.

Then silence.

Just our heavy breathing in the dark.

And the fact that at any minute Slater could come running and ruin everything with one truth bomb.

I braced my hands against the door, still not facing her. “Tell me you won’t scream.”

“Are your hands going to be on me?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to be touching me?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“Then I can’t promise I won’t scream.”

I looked over my shoulder. “At least promise me you’ll try to muffle it in the pillow.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” She winked.

“Fuck, where have you been all my life?”

She peeled her crop top over her head and dropped it to the floor. “Oh, you know, learning how to use a microwave. Electronics are hard.” She allowed her gaze to sink lower until it fell below my belt.

“Cute.” I took a step, then two, and suddenly my hands were on her warm waist, and I was praying I could die between her breasts, or at least let them suffocate me for a good five minutes. “I mean it. Try not to scream. You scream… he comes running… my murder will be on your conscience.”

“What a way to die, though.” She shrugged.

“Oh? And what position do you think he’s going to find us in?”

“The first time or the second?” She backed up.

I chased her and grinned as I brushed a kiss across her mouth. “Innocent little Shower Girl, I meant the fourth.”





Chapter Twenty-Nine


Shawn

I was trying to play it cool when really my heart was pounding way too fast inside my body, and I knew at any time he was going to take one look at me and bail, right? Or say it was all a joke. Or worse, he’d say something stupid like, “And this is where we’re done teaching you all you need to know, young grasshopper. Hurry. Run free. Go make sweet love to another poor college student while we critique your every move.”

A sense of lightheaded giddiness overcame me when he took another step closer.

And then his shirt was being flung to the ground, and his hands moved to the button of his jeans. I held my breath as he very slowly and deliberately unbuttoned then lowered the zipper.

The sound was so loud I could almost feel the vibrations against the air.

If anything would wake up Slater, it would be that stupid zipper. I licked my lips as his abs actually glistened like he’d just casually rubbed coconut oil on all the chunky muscles in preparation for a photo shoot. I reached out, and my hand caressed the third ab down; it was hard and sizzling hot. I pressed my full palm against his skin then slid that same hand down until I was able to shove his hands away.

“Are you going to undress me now?” he smirked.

“I was toying with the idea.” I ran my knuckles down the front of his abs again. “But I tend to get distracted by big… thick… bulging… things.”