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What do I tell him? Would I have been thinking about him if it had actually happened and not been something I made up? Do I want him to lick me between my legs five times? Or give me five orgasms?

I shiver, recalling how our moans mingled when he touched me. The way he’d made me feel.

Yes, god help me, I do.

I want his mouth between my legs. I want to feel what it’s like to orgasm that way.

I need his hand where it had been earlier.

He has to finish what he started.

Taking distracted bites from my sandwich, I formulate some answers that I hope will please him.

He wants me to say green, and right now, red doesn’t even exist in my world.

Chapter 62

Eli

We spend Saturday evening in our room. Not that I have any choice since I’m not supposed to leave it until Monday. Kellan does a food run, bringing back a pile of snacks as well as a curry, with all its additions, in Tupperware containers and strict instructions to return it all to the cafeteria staff.

I don’t tell him what happened with Arabella. I’m not sure why. It’s not like we haven’t shared girls before. Quite a few of the girls in our year have been on their knees or their backs for us. Not that any of them will admit to it. They prefer to keep us as their dirty little secret. A taste of the dark side that they’re sure will get them ostracized if anyone finds out. It doesn’t stop them from slinking back for more when the itch needs scratching though and, usually, we’re more than happy to provide a service their jock boyfriends can’t supply.

Stomach full and thirst satiated—at least one kind of thirst, anyway—I am sprawled on my bed, sketching, when there’s a tap on the door. I look over at Kellan, who frowns.

“Expecting someone?”

He shakes his head. There’s a second tap, followed by a female voice. “I know you’re in there, Eli. Open the door.”

I groan and drop my head against the pillow. “What the fuck does she want?”

Kellan swings his legs off the bed. “Only one way to find out.” He crosses the room and throws open the door. “What?”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Lacy pushes past Kellan, who steps back and lets her inside. She’s not scared of him, which is a big mistake. I’m openly unpleasant, but Kellan will stab you while exchanging pleasantries with a smile on his face. It makes people underestimate him. “Eli!”

I roll onto my back. “What?”

“You are the only one not doing something for the Halloween dance.”

“And?”

She drops onto the edge of the bed, near my feet. “I want you to paint a haunted house scene. Mr. McIntyre says if it’s done in three pieces on large sheets, we can fix it to the wall in the ballroom and then remove it once we’re done.”

On what fucking planet does she think I’m going to be amenable to her demands?

I throw an arm over my face, covering my eyes. “Suck my dick.”

The mattress bounces and I smile behind my arm. Thank fuck for that. She’s leaving. Except fingers slide beneath the waistband of my sweats. I recoil, eyes snapping open and my arm dropping away.

“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” I grab her wrist and shove it away from me.

“Sucking your dick.”

Not much surprises me, but her response has my jaw dropping. I stare at her for a full ten seconds. “Get the fuck out of my room.”

“But you said—”

“For fuck’s sake, it wasn’t a fucking request.”

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