Page 27 of Hello Kitten

Most importantly, now Beth is calling. I rub my forehead as guilt coils in my belly. Picking up the phone, my words spill out. “I know I said I’d call right when I got here, but I got in, got my room, then I was swept up.”

“I know how your family is. All I needed was a text.” Beth sighs. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I am,” I promise.

“And your parents?”

Huffing, I lay down. “The usual. I’m getting through it. I know the first night is the easiest, but I’m hoping to slip free of some plans tomorrow to save some energy, but we’ll see.”

“Well, you sound exhausted.” Beth sighs. “Oh my God, did you yell? Is that why your voice is so hoarse?”

“Just a little yelling,” I lie. “But I am exhausted. I’m going to get some sleep. I’ll text you later.”

“Thanks. Be safe. Get through it. It’s just one weekend. Think of how much more complicated it would be if you’d actually brought you know who,” Beth says with a soft laugh.

Just as she says it, the man in question walks out with a towel slung low on his hips. There’s so much of him on display, so much muscle, so many tattoos, so much skin.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Bye!”

Adrian walks towards me as I put my phone on the bedside table. He looks from it to me. “Secret boyfriend you were going to bring instead of me?”

“No, my roommate who was very serious about meun-inviting you. Not talking to you, putting space between us, not doing exactly what we just did,” I say clearly.

He climbs on the bed, holding himself over me as water rolls over his skin. I turn and lick one bead of water off his arm. He kisses my neck. “We’ve done a whole lot tonight. Exactly what weren’t you supposed to do?”

“Anything involving you,” I murmur. “Does that make me naughty or does it mean I’ve behaved?”

He rubs my hip. “Considering you have enough energy to sass me, clearly you haven’t behaved for long enough.”

“Guess you’ll have to do more,” I tease, leaning up to run my nose over his. “You taste like wine tonight. I’m disappointed.”

In the morning, I wake up overheating. I squirm, trying to get away until something around me tightens. I crack my eyes open, look down and see a tattooed arm wrapped around me. Once my sleepy haze eases, I remember where I am and who I’m with.

“You don’t get to run off this morning, but if you keep wiggling like that, kitten, you’re going to be in bed a lot longer,” Adrian growls against the nape of my neck while rubbing his hard on against my ass.

“I’m supposed to do things,” I breathe.

“You’re a guest. That means you’re supposed to enjoy this weekend and I’m happy to show you how,” Adrian groans.

He takes my hand, moving it down his body until his cock is beneath my touch.

“You look beautiful, covert in my marks,” he whispers.

“Is it that bad?” I ask, peeling myself away from him, and run to the bathroom.

Oh God.

As I stare at my reflection, my eyes falling on the hickeys and bite marks on my neck, I groan and try detangling my hair with my fingers, then wash my face. The inside of my thigh hurts thanks to Adrian biting me and my ass is sore.

Less than a day away from school and I’m already wearing his marks. I can’t go back like this. I can only get away with so many lies.

But when I walk back into the room and Adrian tugs me into bed, I can’t care about Monday.

He grips my hair in one hand while his free hand pillows his head. He motions to his hard cock. “You’re getting breakfast in bed. Enjoy it.”

Excitement buzzes inside me as I push the sheet down over his legs, then wrap my lips around his cock.

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