Page 74 of Kings of the Campus

She continues to work her hips into me, chasing her own release. My fingers move down to the spot between us, pressing two digits against her clit as I rub in tight circles, encouraging her to come for me.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Come for me. I want you to come for me now,” I murmur into her ear. With a soft gasp, she tenses up and shudders, her orgasm rippling through her, wave after wave of pleasure racking her body.

“Alec!” she cries out, her voice soft and breathy. “Oh Alec…”

I press my forehead to hers as we breathe together, relaxing into the bed. My cock slips from her entrance but as I lay there, it starts to stir with interest again.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I wish I could have told you that sooner.”

“You make me feel beautiful,” she says, giving me a tender smile. “I feel like I’m on top of the world when you look at me.”

“I do too,” I admit. “I was so focused on being the best president that our fraternity ever had, so determined to right the wrongs of our former brothers that I didn’t even allow myself to think I could find someone like you.”

Tessa lays her head on my chest. “I didn’t think I’d find anyone like you, or Devin, or Jace. I can be stubborn, persistent,a little annoying and I refuse to take no for an answer. It scares off most guys, but you three aren’t like most guys.”

I kiss the tip of her nose, wanting closeness. “We can be,” I admit. “But we’re trying to be better.”

The front door creaks open just then and we glance at the door, then at each other. Is that Devin and Jace? And if they’re back, do they have news for me?

43

DEVIN

Jace and I head to campus together, tension riding between us like a third passenger. The campus feels different these days, more charged, and more dangerous. The closer we get to theSterling Sentineloffice, the tighter the knot in my gut twists. I know we’re taking a gamble, showing up, and asking questions, but we don’t have a choice. If Tessa’s right about Ryan—or wrong, and it’s someone else—we need to find out who’s behind all this.

When we reach the door to the newspaper office, Jace pauses and glances at me. “You ready for this?”

I nod, steeling myself. “Let’s do it.”

Inside, the room is cluttered with desks, papers, and the kind of organized chaos you’d expect from a college newsroom. A few of the staff glance up as we walk in, but their attention quickly returns to their work. At the far end, a group of three are huddled around a computer, speaking in low tones. I catch sight of Ryan’s desk, but he’s nowhere in sight.

Jace steps forward first, clearing his throat. “Excuse me. We need to talk to someone about what’s been going on around here.”

A tall guy with glasses stands up from behind a desk, giving us a suspicious look. “What do you mean? Who are you?”

I step in. “Devin Cash. This is Jace Whitmore. We’re from Sigma Theta.”

As soon as I mention the fraternity, their eyes narrow, clearly not happy to see us. I don’t blame them—our reputation isn’t exactly great after everything that went down with the scandal.

“We’re not here to cause trouble,” I add quickly. “But we need your help.”

One of the women at the far desk crosses her arms, leaning back in her chair. “Help? With what? Last I checked, Sigma Theta wasn’t exactly on speaking terms with theSentinel.”

Jace flashes them a tight smile, leaning in a bit. “Look, we know we’re not your favorite organization right now, but this is about something bigger. As you guys know, someone stole one of your reporter’s laptops and they leaked sensitive information. We believe the person responsible might have ties to our fraternity.”

That catches their attention, but the hostility doesn’t fade. The guy in glasses raises an eyebrow. “And why should we help you? You’ve got no business here. If anything, you’re part of the problem.”

“We’re trying to fix it,” I say, stepping up next to Jace. “This is an internal investigation. We have the authority to look into anyone with potential ties to Sigma Theta. If someone from the frat is involved, we need to know.”

For a moment, they exchange uncertain glances. I can tell they don’t fully trust us—why would they? But I’m betting they care about the truth as much as we do, and that’s the card I’m playing.

Finally, the tall guy speaks up. “Alright, but don’t expect us to roll over for you. We’re protective of our own, and Tessa’s one of us. If this is just some ploy to throw blame, you’ll regret it.”

“Fair enough,” I say. “We just want answers.”

The tension eases a little after they reluctantly agree to let us take a look at whatever we need. A tall girl with short, choppy hair shows us to the office server. Jace and I follow, exchanging a glance—this is the first break we’ve gotten in days, and we can’t screw it up.

“We keep a digital log of all access badges that scan into the office,” she explains as we reach the server room. “It should show you who came in and out but don’t expect to find much. Campus security already took a look and found nothing suspicious.”

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