Page 47 of Pin-up Girl

“Why the tattoo?” I said a little louder, lifting my head to see her face.

“It’s nothing. Something I thought I needed as a young teenager.” She brushed the hair away from my forehead. “Now, are you going to do the lick and stick, minus the stick, or are we going to have a heart-to-heart?”

I grinned. “When you put it like that, how can I refuse?”

She was so sensitive, twitching with every touch and kiss. When I finally settled between her thighs, draping her calves over my back, a shit-eating grin took over my face. This was where I wanted to be, the perfect distraction from our current problems.

Blowing cool air over her pussy, satisfaction slithered through me. I loved eating a girl out, but this was better. Who knew feelings could add to the pleasure between lovers?

I sucked her nub into my mouth, gently trapping it between my teeth. Using my fingers, I worked over the sensitive nerve endings around her entrance, then pushed two fingers inside. As I simultaneously finger fucked her pussy and sucked on her clit, her walls fluttered and pulsed around me. Damn, I wished I could push inside, feel her clamp tight around me in a different way, but I’d be good and stick to our agreement.

Small whimpers accompanied her squirming, her skin becoming hot to the touch.

“That’s it,” I said, “let go, I want to feel you come apart. It’s so hot to know I’m the reason you melt in my hands.”

That did it. A little dirty talk catapulted Elise right over the edge. I continued to lick and kiss the sensitive area around her pussy until she relaxed into the bed.

Pressing one last kiss to the inside of her thigh, I joined her at the top of the bed, shedding the rest of my clothes and pulling the blanket over us. Now that my mind was quiet, peace settled around me like a welcome friend.

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“Betwhen you transferred to Wellington, you never thought you’d be the Queen to the Kings of Alpha Delta Omega.” I was on my side, tracing random shapes on Elise’s back. Her face was turned my way with her eyes closed, her dark lashes fanning her cheeks.

“Is that what I am?” Her voice was heavy with sleep.

“Oh yeah. We never stood a chance. You just waltzed right in with your killer body and fierce attitude. I doubt there’s anything we wouldn’t do for you if you asked it.” It was stupid of me to give her this kind of power over me, and Milo, and Jules. She had to have known though, with how we gravitated toward her whenever she was with us. Or how we stared down anyone who looked at her the wrong way.

Hell, I heard what Jules had done with those bitches last week for talking about her.

“Why, though?” Now she was wide-awake, her blue eyes startlingly clear. “I’m just some random girl.”

This show of insecurity was a bit odd for Pin-up. She was always so feisty and bigger than life. It must be the post-sex haze that had her opening herself up a bit more. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like knowing she was starting to trust me more, enough to let her walls down.

“Now, Pin-up, are you fishing for compliments? You’re not some rando, you’re more of a ride or die chick, and even though we were assholes in the beginning, you showed your loyalty right away. I mean, how can we not induct the first girl into our group when she carves our names into the chest of our enemy?” She was probably tired of us bringing that up, but damn, it had surprised the hell out of me.

She laughed, but it came out slightly awkward. Yeah, she was ready for us to put it to rest. She probably scared herself when she did it.

“All right, I won’t bring it up again. Tell me about your family? We all try to avoid ours like the plague, so it’s not a surprise we haven’t asked you about yours. Got any siblings? Weird parents that do weird shit?”

She sighed, like she was expecting it. “My family sucks, probably just like yours. Not a lot to the story. Single mom, who whored herself out to the wrong people. Two sisters, one a few years older, and one that’s fourteen.”

Okay, she didn’t like talking about herself. I was on the fence on if I wanted to press for more information. I loved lying here with her, chatting and snuggling, and I didn’t want to ruin it by making things tense. I’d go with the safer route, sisters were probably on the approved list of topics.

“Are you close with your sisters?”

She buried her head in the pillow, turning her face away. Or maybe hiding it. “Only one. My baby sister, she’s everything to me. She wants to be a zoologist, loves animals. I made a promise to myself that when I was an adult, I’d do everything I could to help her make her dreams come true.”

I flattened my palm over her back. “Is that why you have such a hard ass major? Planning to pay her way?”

“Our mother sure isn’t going to do it. But no, I’ve always loved learning, and people never assume I’m the smart one. It gives me immense satisfaction to smack bitches down with the truth. Potentially making bank is just a plus and a way for me to help my little sis.”

I’d let her keep the rest of her story for now. There was plenty of time for us to get to know each other better.

“What about you? Any brothers or sisters?” One of her legs rubbed against mine in a sensuous caress.

“One older brother by a decade. I’m actually the only one of the three that has a sibling. And no, we’re not close. He was too old and too stuck up for me to want to spend any kind of time with him. Funnily enough, I never had any kind of hero worship for him. He was just always a stranger that moved out by the time I was eight.” Not to mention, he had a similar job for the frat. I remembered Dad dropping me off for a visit the first semester of his freshman year. He had already been inducted into the fraternity and deep in his duties. I found him in the backyard of the house, punching some guy like he was a fucking piñata. But unlike us, he enjoyed it. At least we were smarter, keeping all potential evidence away from the Shack.

“I can totally see the others being only children.” A smile came through in her voice.

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