Page 10 of Keeping Score

Chelsea

Coming to yours?

Get here at 8, don’t make me wait.

Chelsea

ohh, I love a man that is demanding. Rawr!

A shudder rolls through me, this girl is going to be another hole I fill for the night and then I’ll never think about her again. I look down at my dick and shake my head.

“You better perform tonight and not go soft at the sight of her!” I don’t have any fucking trouble getting hard when Leah is around or even thinking about her but the thought of plowing some other pussy has my cock flaccid and uninterested. Not tonight though. I’m going to make Carey scream so fucking loud she won’t be able to hide anywhere in this house without hearing her screams.

My phone pings with a message at 7:45.

Chelsea

I’m here babe X

Babe?

Who the fuck does she think she is? I make my way downstairs and eye Crue and Saint in the kitchen. I pass the living room and see Beck and Leah kicking back watching a movie. At the sound of my footsteps her gaze snaps to me. I shoot her a dark smirk and wink as I head for the front door. I swing the door open and it isn’t the sight of her that hits me first it’s the stench of the perfume she has drowned herself in. I fight the gag from breaking free and plaster on the most fake seductive smile I can. She stands here wearing a tight one-shoulder crop top and skin tight black bike shorts that hug her like a second skin. Her face is plastered with make-up so thick if you pushed on her face you would leave a dent. Her hair is up in a high pony tail which makes me think she did that on purpose for something to hold onto while I fuck her from the back.

“Hey, sexy,” she purrs in what I’m sure she thinks is a sexy tone. I keep the fake smile on my face and step aside for her to walk in. Rather than walk past me she stops in front of me, reaches up on her tiptoes and plants a wet kiss to my cheek. I keep my smile in place and nod, my lack of conversation doesn’t seem to deter her. She runs her manicured fingers down my shirt-covered chest and doesn’t stop until she reaches the waistband of my shorts.

Only then do I step back.

“Let’s take this upstairs.” She fakes a shiver, bites her lip. I close the door and turn away to head upstairs but she lurches forward and grips my hand. The only reason I don’t yank it free is that Leah is sitting on the couch and staring right at us.

“Oh, hey girl, I didn’t know you would be here.” Chelsea tries to act surprised but everyone on campus knows who Leah is to Corvin and that her dorm building is being renovated. Leah wipes the look of shock from her face and tries to smile but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“I live here,” she deadpans. Enjoying the fact I’m getting under her skin, I pull my hand free and wrap my arm around Chelsea’s shoulders and pull her into my side. She molds herself into me, loving this display of ownership shethinksshe has over me. Leah may not see it but herfriendviews her as a threat.

“Oh ya, kay. Well catch you later.” Chelsea flutters her lashes up at me, trying to appear all sexy and shit. It’s not working but I play along as I bend down and run my nose along the column of her neck and moan.

“Take that shit upstairs, Leah and I have plans that don’t involve an audience who can’t fake sexual tension to save their asses.” I pull back from Chelsea and snap my gaze to Beckett. Shocked that my best friend would try to rile me up and use the situation between Leah and I against me. I may not have confirmed it, but Beckett knows very well that there is something between Leah and me. He shoots me a condescending look, egging me on to deny his claims and say something but I can’t. “Leahbabe, come sit with me and we’ll watch the 365 days movie on Netflix.” My grip on Chelsea tightens to the point she lets out a small shriek. I quickly relax myself as I watch Leah stand. She shoots me a look that tells me she is ready to play hard ball even if it means using Beckett to get a reaction from me.

“I’d love to,” she says. I harden my features, warning her not to do it but when she looks to the girl tucked into my side and smiles brightly I brace for impact. “Don’t fake an orgasm to make him feel better, the poor boy couldn’t find a G-spot even if he had a map.”

Before I can stop them, words spew from my mouth that never should have.

“Managed to find yours every time!”

Leah

My eyes are as wide as dinner plates as I stare at Darius, who is mirroring my expression. I tear my gaze from his to see both Saint and Crue standing in the entryway to the kitchen looking between the pair of us. I have no idea what to say or do. Thank God the tension is broken when Beck stands, wraps an arm around my shoulders and speaks.

“Change of plans. Saint, Crue you in for pizza?” Beck asks as he leads me toward the door. I can feel Darius’s gaze on me the whole time.

“Hell yeah, we are!” Crue shouts before racing after us. The moment we step out the front door, I’m able to breathe again. As if Beck knows I’m too stunned by that encounter, he doesn’t release his hold on me until we reach his car. He opens the passenger door for me and ushers me inside. Working on autopilot, I clip my belt in and wait for him, Saint and Crue toget in. My mind is reeling over what just happened. If Corvin had been home, Darius and I would both be dead!

The guys slide into Beckett’s Audi and the tension from earlier returns. In a weird way Darius just outed us to the guys and I have no idea how we are going to keep thissecretfrom Corvin.

Beck reverses the car out of the driveway. We’re all silent as he drives us away from the house. As the silence stretches my nerves begin to get the better of me but that’s not the only thing, my mind keeps wandering back to Darius and Chelsea and what they could be doing right now. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I try to rid myself of all the nasty images flashing through my mind of the two of them fucking all over the house. My chest aches thinking about him sleeping with her. I never expected him to be celibate or anything but I did expect that the next time we saw each other that he would at least give me a reason as to why he ghosted me foryears!

“Well this is awkward,” Saint mumbles. I cringe knowing that he’s right. The ride isn’t exactly filled with easy conversation and laughter.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I say quietly, feeling like shit for dragging the three of them into mine and Darius’s…I don’t even know what we are doing right now. When my phone rings, I stiffen at the sound ofhisringtone. I don’t even move to pull it out of my pocket, there is no way I am answering that call in the car where the guys will be able to overhear. I’m not a saint but I’m also in a pickle and I don’t know how to get out of it without bringing my deepest darkest secret to life.

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