He and Caden were going to kill me with orgasms one day, I just fucking knew it.
Caden
I don’t even know why I’d helped Rory.
Claire had that shit planned since day one, but I’d told her to fucking hold off on it.
Tyler tracked me down after I’d taken off, a satisfied look on his face as he approached.
“You’re starting to like her, aren’t you?”
“Why do you say that?” I growled, leaning against the building and lighting a cigarette with irritation.
I watched Jensen lead her up to the parking lot, not realizing I’d made a noise of annoyance until Tyler moved in front of me with a smirk.
“You took off for starters, but you get shitty whenever Jense helps her out. Let him play with her for a while, you’ve had a turn.”
She was fucking with Jensen’s head, was I the only one who saw that?
I kept catching him watching her when she wasn’t looking, and his attention usually never wandered, unless the bitch was at least fucking naked.
Then again, she was starting to fuck with my head too.
I caught myself wondering what she was doing whenever she wasn’t with me.
Only for a split-second, but the thought was still there.
“Holloway, we can call this shit off if you want? Maybe we just stop and let Lukas fucking have her. You know he’s got his hackles up about it all,” Tyler stated, snapping me from my thoughts.
I shook my head, giving him a dirty look.
“Lukas doesn’t fucking know what he wants. Leave it, I mean it.”
“Alright, it’s your call,” he shrugged, but I could hear the irritation in his voice.
Fuck me, were they all getting soft?
Rory
“It reeks like pussy in here,” Caden stated as he wandered into my room a few hours later.
I peeked out from under the covers and stretch out contently like a cat in the sun.
“Don’t like it? Leave, Holloway.”
A smirk hit his face and he winked.
“Didn’t say I didn’t like it. I happen to quite like your pussy.”
I hesitated before moving over and patting the bed beside me.
“Jump in?”
He seemed surprised but nodded, pulling the covers back and climbing in, putting an arm out for me to cuddle up to him.
He groaned as I placed one of my legs over him, his hand resting high on my thigh.
“You’re still only wearing Lukas’s hoodie? C’mon, babe. Play fair.”
I snorted with amusement.
“My lack of underwear suddenly a problem for you?”
He grinned, his hand running up and down my thigh, toying with the bottom of the fabric.
“It’s not a problem, my lack of willpower might be though. You been playing with yourself in here, or has someone been doing it for you?”
Fucker.
My face heated, a low chuckle coming from him instantly.
“Jense help you relax, did he? I noticed today that you and Lukas’s seem friendly again. You guys playing nice now?”
“We had a talk this morning after you left. I don’t really wanna talk about it, but…”
“But you talked to Jense, right?” he shrugged, hurt in his voice that had me peering up at him, speaking softly.
“I don’t wanna talk about it again, okay? Jense and Luke can tell you about it though, if you really wanna know.”
“Hey, that stunt the girls pulled at school today will be dealt with, okay?” he stated, changing the subject.
I tensed, but his hand trailed right up my thigh and moved under the hoodie, resting on my bare hip.
“They seem to forget that we run the school, not them. It’s time they were put back in their place.”
He seemed startled when I leaned over and kissed him, but he recovered quickly and kissed me back, almost pulling me on top of him in his need to get closer.
His hands clamped onto my butt cheeks as he ground himself against me, and the moment I nibbled his lower lip, he growled in warning, flipping us over so that I was laying under him.
He yanked the hoodie over my head before he jammed two fingers inside me, a gasp leaving me at how aggressive it was.
Fuck yes.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Rory?” he bit out as his fingers worked harder and faster, a groan of surrender leaving me.
I was going to fucking hell.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I breathed as he pulled his fingers out and quickly unzipped his pants, my back arching as he pushed himself inside me firmly without any other warning.
He fucked me like a crazed man, making me scream as he fucked me savagely through my orgasm once it peaked, and when he buried deep and came inside me, he collapsed on top of me with a groan.
We laid in silence for a while, which was surprisingly not awkward in the slightest.
His phone rang from down the hall, making him groan with annoyance as he gave me a kiss and rolled off my sweaty body.
“Come join me in the kitchen in a bit? I’ll make some dinner.”
I gave him a nod, watching him leave the room before pulling myself out of bed and padding into the bathroom to have a quick shower.
When I finally walked into the kitchen in my tank top and shorts nearly twenty minutes later, I found Caden shirtless in front of the stove, cooking us steak and fries.
I’d never noticed it before, but all the guys seemed to have tattoos here and there, Caden and Jensen having the most.
I was a sucker for a bad boy with tattoos, apparently.
I was surprised to find Tyler sitting at the bench with a beer in his hand, his eyes running over my body before giving me a wink, causing tingles inside me.
“You’ve got the nicest fucking legs I’ve ever seen on a woman, Rory. They’d look fucking better over my shoulders though. Come sit on my lap.”
“That’s a shit pick up line, and you know it,” I snorted, despite it actually working as my traitorous body warmed at the thought.
I sat beside him, giving Caden a grateful smile as he slid a cold beer in front of me, while Tyler grinned as if he was saying the world’s greatest fucking joke.
“You’d know if I was trying to pick you up, because you’d be on my lap, screaming my name, babe.”
Bold assumption.
Also, probably true.
“Believe it or not, you aren’t that fucking irresistible, Johnson,” I lied, popping the top on my beer and sipping it casually as I tried to control my hormones.
“Ouch, damn girl. That’s cold,” he laughed, taking a swig of his beer and giving me an amused expression.
Caden placed a plate in front of both of us before sitting down to eat his own.
Such a gentleman.
Tyler groaned as he watched me shovel fries into my mouth like the animal I was.
I was fucking starving, alright?
“I love a woman who can eat. Seriously, come sit on my lap.”
“Nope.”
“But you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and it would be such an honour to…,” he started with the fakest sweet smile I’d ever seen.
The fact that I was tempted pissed me off, so I stabbed my knife into his steak swiftly, causing him to jump as I smiled back with the same fake sweetness.