Page 13 of Descent

“She isn’t a goddamn carnival ride,” Vincent gnashes.

“Of course not,” Liam scoffs. “She’s much better, I’m sure. Can you confirm?” he says, holding out an invisible microphone to Vincent.

Vincent slaps Liam’s hand away, giving my hip a light squeeze before heading towards his class. Actually, now that I think about it, he doesn’t have his first class until ten. I wonder what he does all morning.

When Liam and I make our way into class, we head for the very back, per usual, where Maggie is waiting for us. I slide in beside her and Liam takes the aisle seat next to me. His hand automatically goes to my thigh, gripping it tightly as he smiles down at me. I smile at him before turning to see Maggie watching me with a shit-eating grin.

“So, how was your weekend? I tried to come by your room yesterday, but you weren’t in.”

My smile falls and my voice lowers as I speak.

“I’m not staying on campus anymore.”

She frowns at that. “Why not?”

“Asher and I are living together now.”

“Oh,” she says, with a knowing smile. “That’s nice.”

My frown turns bitter as I shake my head.

“No, it isn’t.”

Maggie’s smile drops along with her eyebrows. She looks between Liam and I, neither of us meeting her gaze. I wouldn’t blame her for being confused. The last she knew, Asher and I were getting cozy on the Ferris Wheel at the fall carnival, falling for each other hard and fast. If only she knew I was the only one doing the falling.

I can feel Maggie’s eyes on me, and she is very clearly not going to drop this, so Liam intervenes.

“He hurt her, bad. We fucking hate him now.”

“We? As in, you too, Walcott?”

“As in me fucking three,” Liam practically growls. “Motherfucker,” he grumbles under his breath.

“Wow. I’m so sorry, babe. I’m with Walcott. Dumb motherfucker,” Maggie joins in, heat in her tone in an instant.

I can’t help but let out a short laugh as I shake my head.

“I love you, Mags.”

“Love you too, babe. No one messes with my girl. Does that mean a spot in your harem opened up?”

“Hmm, what do you think, Liam? Can we make room?” I ask with a teasing smile.

His eyes darken, and he physically adjusts his cock in his pants.

“Don’t tease me, babygirl. I’ll strip you naked right here and shove Bartlett’s face right into your pussy.”

“Shit,” Maggie huffs. “I’m in. What do you say, Skyla?” she asks, resting her hand on my bare thigh, teasing her fingers on the inside of it before coming to my panty line.

“I say I’ve got enough boyfriends,” I laugh.

“But not nearly enough girlfriends,” she taunts as her finger pushes a half an inch further, forcing me to squirm. I’d like to say it’s an uncomfortable squirm, but honestly, I can feel my panties becoming wet, so who really knows?

Maggie’s eyes stay on mine, a look of intrigue in them as her fingers play with the silky material. I feel Liam’s eyes on us, or rather under my skirt, as Maggie continues resting her fingers against me. I swallow roughly and she watches the action before a cocky smile spreads across her face and she pulls away, leaning back into her chair casually.

“Fuck,” Liam rasps. “I agree. Bring more girlfriends on.”

I scoff, shaking off whatever the hell that just was.

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