Page 170 of Out of Bounds

Heat pooled between my legs.

Why do I have to be the bad guy here?

"Don’t even think about it." I trembled. "You’re going to thank me for this tomorrow. You’re going to thank me. God, I just have to keep reminding myself that. Because, Ryan, these got to fade—I can’t just walk around with hickeys on my neck."

"On your neck?"

"Yes. I’m not walking around like I fell into an Octopus tank."

"Not on your neck. Understood." Ryan nodded and finally pulled away from me. But just when I thought he was done, he slipped his hands under my ass, and brought me up to his lap—to his hard cock, pulsing through his boxers.

There went all my arguments, flying out the window. It felt too good to rock against him. Ryan worked meticulously, raising up my arms to take the hoodie out of the equation before I could come back to my senses.

Underneath, the only thing I had on was a tank top. His breathing slowed.

Ryan peeled it down a few inches, not trying to take it off at all, but exposing the swell of my breasts. His lips were back on me in an instant. He kissed down my neck, my collarbone, taking his time, right where nobody would’ve seen what he wanted to do with me.

"Kassie…" he murmured and gently sucked on the skin.

I couldn’t keep down the whimper and rolled my hips against him. It wasn’t just him that liked the hickeys. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like them, another reminder of how much Ryan couldn’t wait to touch me.

A knock echoed on the door and both of us froze.

"I rememberaskingfor my pajamas," Zariah reminded me, subdued through the door. "I don’t remember getting them!"

My cheeks burned like a furnace and Ryan leaned back just to rest his forehead on my chest, chuckling under his breath. We were caught red-handed. And I definitely hadn’t been quiet.

"Hey, Zariah," Ryan called out.

"Hello, slut number two! Can I get my pajamas now?"

I eased off of him and hit the ground, still flushed with embarrassment. Ryan didn’t care though. He pulled the rest of his clothes that I’d folded for him on my desk, pleased. The grin was hard to miss.

"I’m grabbing them!" I assured Zariah and went searching through her dresser.

Ryan stood behind me. I felt him before I even saw him, inches away. "Do you have a bag?"

"A bag?" I frowned. "What do you need a bag for?"

"No. You need one."

I found Zariah’s pajamas under the pile of unfolded, clean clothes, but turned around when I figured out exactly what Ryan was talking about with that smug grin on his face and his hair tousled from a long nap. "Nope. Not going to happen."

"Why not?"

67

Kassie

The Backbone Of A Dead Slug

I opened the door and abandoned Ryan in the bedroom, to his crazy idea of sneaking off to his dorm. Tossing the pajamas to Zariah, I made my way to the kitchen. "Do you want popcorn?"

"Yes, slut number one. Thank you, slut number one."

"How long are you going to use that?"

Zariah stretched back on the couch to raise her eyebrows at me. "However long it stays funny."

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