Co-Ed(51)

I liked it.

I liked it too much.

With a moan, I felt my balls tighten as the world stood still, and I became aware that it suddenly wasn’t about sex to me.

Maybe it never had been.

It was about her.

I thrust forward in anticipation. She opened to me, accepted me, trusted me. It was beautiful.

It was something I’d never had with another soul.

Her eyes closed as I moved.

My heart soared as she mouthed my name.

Fingers toyed with my shirt as our mouths met, our bodies moving in a slow cadence while the world didn’t even know what was happening, or what to listen for. I felt the shift in the universe and knew this was different. She was different.

The ending would not be the same.

A heavy silence descended between us as I pressed feather-light kisses to her jaw, the sweet taste of her skin driving me to the edge as we both spiraled out of control. She writhed against me as I sank deeper into her, my thrusts coming faster and faster. A fury of pleasure hung between us, and my pace quickened. She gripped my shoulders, throwing her head back against the window of the door. The blinds moved a bit.

I glanced at them, but from what I could tell, they still blocked out the rest of the world. I didn’t pay them any further attention.

I was too lost to think clearly.

Too lost to realize…

That someone was there. Someone was seeing enough to destroy both of us.

“Knox, I can’t,” Shawn panted. “I can’t hold on—”

“Not your job.” I found her mouth, got her there, and followed closely behind, my tongue wild, my body completely unleashed.

While. Evil. Watched.





Chapter Thirty-Five


Shawn

“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” Knox took a swig from the flask of whiskey that Leo had so graciously prepared while Finn filmed.

“Trust me?” I giggled, holding up the pair of scissors in my hand.

“I think I need more alcohol.” Knox stared at the scissors and lifted the flask to his lips again. “Maybe a truck full?”

“It’s not like your hair holds power.” Leo grinned. “I say we buzz it all off.”

Knox actually paled.

“Good idea.” I winked at Leo. “But don’t worry, Knox. We’ll save you a lock to put under your pillow when you cry yourself to sleep.”

Finn burst out laughing. “See? This is why I love her.”

“Competition,” Leo coughed into his hand.

Slater walked in on the chaos and stared. “Why does she have scissors?”

I snipped the air. “Art project. I’m taking a jackass’s hair and taping it to a poster. I’m pretty sure if I tell everyone whose hair it is, I can make at least a grand for books next year.”

“Girl has a point.” Finn looked impressed.

Slater just narrowed his eyes harder. “You said the only reason you would ever cut your hair…”

The room went silent.

“Who’s the unlucky girl?” Slater asked, his eyes finding mine, searching, waiting for me to deny him.

In all honesty, I thought he knew.

The minute Knox had dropped the girlfriend word in class, it had been buzzing around campus. Then again, Slater ignored all gossip and refused to have any sort of social media.

It was weird.

Guys like him…

The good-looking, nice ones, you’d think they’d be all over Instagram, but whenever I mentioned it he became really quiet.

“So, she isn’t here to do the honors?” Slater asked the room.

What? Did he want one of us to say it?

“Actually…” I cleared my throat.

“She’s my girlfriend.” Knox just blurted it out into the universe, as if it was going to lessen the blow as Slater stared him down. “I mean, I like her. I really like her. We’re together. Now.” Knox always oozed confidence; I had never realized a chink in his armor even existed.

Until now.

When he shifted on his feet.

Slater hung his head and whispered, “You promised.”

“This is different.”

“Is it, though?”

Finn and Leo wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“What am I missing?” I put the scissors back on the table and waited. Nobody would look at me.

Finally, Slater said, “Maybe ask the guys who gangbanged my sister before she overdosed on heroine. Maybe ask her dealer, who’s still in this room. Maybe ask the guys who helped end her life. Or maybe, just talk to the guy she was trying to get over the night she took a lethal dose, the guy whose number was labeled boyfriend on her phone.”

He slammed the door.

Blanketing us in a tense silence.

Nobody spoke.

I could hear my own heart beating.

I tried to convince myself it wasn’t true.

But why else would Slater be that angry? That offended at them? What they did for a living? Why else would he…?

“Is that why he quit?”

“Yes,” Leo answered. “He didn’t want to be associated with ‘murderers’, his words, not ours.”

“And her dealer?”

Finn sighed. “I was dealing on the side. I was a bored rich kid who ran in the wrong circles until these guys. I thought — I thought it would help her anxiety. I gave her Xanax — that’s it — but I put her into contact with the guys who could get her heavier stuff. I just didn’t know that until it was too late.”