Page 140 of Dare To Break

Kitten: I’m 18 years old. I think I’m a little old for toys.

I laugh.

Me: Not those kinds of toys, Kitten. Do you only get yourself off with your fingers? Or do you have anything else?

Kitten: Just my fingers.

Me: Do it now. Record it. Let me watch.

Kitten: I’m too sensitive.

Me: One more orgasm. I don’t like odd numbers. Round it up for me.

I toss the cell to one side and take a shower. By the time I’m out, there’s a new notification flashing on the screen and a recording of her fucking her fingers in the bathtub.

***

Kellan is already at our table when I finally drag my ass out of bed and head to the cafeteria for breakfast. I haven’t slept well, waking up often to the memory of Arabella’s moans and my hand on my dick.

I slump onto the seat opposite him and drag a mug of coffee in front of me. He arches an eyebrow.

“You look rough.”

“Tired.”

“We have math first thing.”

I groan. “I think I’ll skip it. Not like I do fuck all in the class anyway. Take notes. Explain it to me later.”

“And where will you be?”

“I’ll work on my sculpture.”

His eyes flick past me, and a smile flickers across his face.

“Morning, Miles,” he croons. “You look positively dashing this morning.”

I choke on the mouthful of coffee I’ve just taken.

Kellan’s smile turns into a smirk, and he lowers his voice. “He’s in denial. He’s happy to suck my dick in the dark, but daylight comes, after I do of course, and he’s all …” He clears his throat and does a fair impression of the swim team captain. “This was a mistake. I’m not gay.”

“Does he swallow?”

Kellan nods.

“Then he’s gay … or bi. A mistake is tripping and landing on someone’s lap. Your mouth doesn’t accidentally slip onto another guy’s dick and swallow their cum.”

Kellan snickers. “You know, that’s what I said.” He props his chin onto his hand and makes no secret of the fact he’s staring at Miles. “But he’s pretty, so I’ll forgive him.”

“Do you think she knows?”

“Fuck, no. Look at them. They’re holding hands and smiling at each other like no one else exists. I doubt he knows she spent last night riding your face, either. I’m pretty sure they’re not that open with each other.”

“She doesn’t know she spent last night riding my face.” I laugh into my coffee mug. “This is so fucked up.”

“I warned you. You can’t say I didn’t. And now look at what’s happening. I bet you don’t plan on driving her away anymore.”

My sigh is heavy. “I don’t know, Kell. She’s sneaking out in the dark to let a stranger tongue-fuck her yet claims she’s nothing like her mother. You see the problem I’m having here? Which one is the real Arabella?”

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