Page 31 of Kings of the Campus

She stiffens for a moment but I lower my voice and lean in, whispering in her ear. “We owe you an apology, but we don’t want to do it here where it’s so loud.”

Tessa considers it for a moment before allowing me to lead her away to where Alec and Jace are waiting in the frat’s study room.

“Hey,” Jace waves when we enter. “We’re glad you came.”

“Get on with it,” Tessa snaps. She looks good but I notice dark circles under her eyes, like she hasn’t been sleeping well lately.

Good. I hope she’s been kept up because of the guilt she feels for trying to destroy us.

“We owe you an apology,” Alec begins, reaching out for her hands. “We were stupid to prank you at the carnival. The deanreamed us out and we realized that we never apologized to you about it. You must have been pretty upset still.”

Tessa stares at us, trying to work out if we’re serious. When we don’t laugh at her, she relaxes, her shoulders visibly lowering. “Thank you,” she says, though there’s still a note of uncertainty in her voice.

“Let us make it up to you,” Jace murmurs, getting closer to her, his hands ghosting over her waist. “We want to make you feel good. Can we take you upstairs?”

She seems to melt at his words, allowing herself to sway toward him, leaning against his chest. “I missed you guys,” she says, giving him a soft look, eyes glowing in the dim lighting.

“We missed you too,” I say, moving closer to her. “What do you say, will you go upstairs with us and let us show you how sorry we are?”

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TESSA

No matter what I’d prepared myself for when I arrived at the party, this was certainly not it. I was shocked that the boys willingly apologized for their behavior and owned up to it. Even if they didn’t outright take credit for the pranks, I could see they were serious about trying to make it up to me.

Devin’s eyes are on mine now and his question lingers in the air. “What do you say, will you go upstairs with us and let us show you how sorry we are?”

I bite my lip, glancing at the three of them to gauge the situation. Their expressions look sincere and I’d been missing them like mad since the last party.

“Okay,” I say, swallowing any doubts I might have. I let Devin and Jace lead me up the stairs, Alec following behind.

Maybe I was crazy for trusting them again, but I was sick of the games at this point. I wanted things to go back to normal between us and I wanted to sleep with them again, dammit!

Was that truly so wrong?

As we head upstairs, anticipation flutters inside me and I squeeze Devin’s hand, exchanging eager glances. We head forJace’s room this time, filing in one by one. Jace’s room is almost as big as Alec’s, but there’s no window seat in the corner, just a flat wall. It looks unmistakably like him. Posters of old rock bands and abstract art hang unevenly along the walls. A guitar sits in the corner, next to a sleek, modern-looking desk that’s cluttered with notebooks, headphones, and a few coffee mugs.

His bed is king-size, sitting in the middle of the room, covered in a dark gray duvet and a mismatched pile of pillows—some looking freshly bought, others clearly older and worn. It gives off a cozy, comfortable vibe and I throw myself into the pile of pillows, enjoying how soft the mattress feels.

Jace chuckles as he joins me on the bed, followed by Alec and Devin, and we lay there together for a moment, glancing at each other as if to ask what next.

“How…” I ask, a sudden attack of nerves taking hold. “How do you want me?”

“Do you think we could try something new?” Devin asks, running a hand over my leg. I feel my nerves settle, the touch at once familiar and electrifying.

“What do you have in mind?” I ask, glancing up at him.

He leans down, capturing my lips with his for a moment, giving me a soft kiss before pulling away again.

“We were thinking that maybe you could take all three of us at the same time,” Jace suggests, voice low and soft.

I swallow, saliva pooling in my mouth at the thought. Oh fuck. I’m instantly aroused by the idea, imagining the three of them fucking me, using me like a living sex doll, and I practically come on the spot.

“Please,” I whine, unashamed of how badly I want them.

“Please what?” Alec teases, reaching out to lift my jaw with one finger. I stare into his eyes, the icy blue darkened slightly by desire.

“Please fill up my holes, sir. Please fuck me all at the same time,” I say, drawing out the word with a moan. Alec smirks.

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