Page 4 of Summoned

Wait.

“Hold on.” I halt. “Wait, wait, wait.”

Sam frowns. “Do you not want to anymore?”

“It’s not that.” I shake my head vehemently. “We didn’t say goodbye.”

Sam’s frown deepens.

“We didn’t say goodbye,” I repeat. “We played with a Ouija board, and we didn’t say goodbye.”

I let go of Sam’s hand and walk quickly up the stairs, as quick as I can with everyone in the fucking way. I knock on Maria’s door repeatedly, but no one answers. So I open it. Just to find Maria and Candace making out on the bed, grinding all over each other.Naked. I roll my eyes, looking around the room, but the board is gone.

“We didn’t say goodbye,” I yell, and they startle. “What the fuck, Candi? How could you forget?”

“Forget what?” She frowns.

“You didn’t say goodbye to the board.”

Maria gasps, “Well, we can do that real quick.”

They both get out of bed quickly, covering their naked bodies, and look around the room in confusion. The candles are still scattered all over the hardwood floor, now unlit.

“It was right there,” Candace whines. “Where the fuck did it go?”

“Maria,” I say calmly. “Where’s the board?”

“I—I don’t—I don’t know,” she stutters.

Footsteps alert me that there’s someone behind me, and when I turn around, Sam is right there. My eyes widen, hoping he doesn’t give the girls a clue about what’s going on between us, but he just looks past me and at them.

“What’s going on?” he asks, his blue eyes narrowing and scanning the room. “What happened?”

“We were playing with a Ouija Board,” I reply. “and we didn’t say goodbye.”

“Oh.” Sam grins. “Y’all are probably fine. It’s just a game, right?”

“Right,” Candace squeaks out with wide eyes. “It’s no biggie, baby,” she says as she looks at me. Sam looks between us and comes to stand closer behind me. A little too close. “Wait, why are you back here?” she asks Sam, and this time, I frown.

“Back?” Sam asks. “Oh, I found who I was looking for..”

“Oh,” Candace whispers, looking between us with narrowed eyes, confusion clearly marring her features. But I don’t have time to explain this shit, not when I don’t even know what’s happening. So I do the only thing that makes sense—I turn around and leave.

Ten minutes later, my hands are shaking uncontrollably as I try to unlock the dorm room. The key rattles in my hold, and Sam chuckles from behind me, prying it out of my hand.

“Relax, Jer,” he whispers. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to do.”

I gulp, because the truth of the matter is that my cock is still half-hard in my pants. “I want to.”

Sam pushes the door open, and I shut it behind me. There’s a soft glow coming from our bathroom, seeing as this is the athlete’s dorms, and for once I’m glad we don’t have a communal one. I look around at our beds, and mine is neat and made for once, thank God, and most importantly, it’s warm in here. I hate being cold during sex.

I swallow hard at the implication of what’s about to happen, but when Sam begins to take off his shirt, my hands shake even harder.

Oh, fuck.

I’m about to fuck aguy.

I watch him take off the rest of his clothes, admiring the ink covering every inch of his body. His abs are defined, rippling with every movement, and when he hooks his thumbs into hisunderwear, my breathing stutters. His black boxer briefs hit the ground, and when I look up at his cock, there’s a piercing on the tip. What the?—

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