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“I’m not gonna share it. Just a little friendly blackmail.”

Smiling, I shake my head as a yawn works its way out of me.

“Should we leave this out for them?” I ask, as I gesture to the food.

Asher nods. “They can have our scraps. Want to try to sleep a little more?”

I shrug and nod. He pulls out his phone to set another alarm as I stand up and my eyes go from the bed to the couch. I don’t want to be caught up in the middle of whatever fight will happen when the guys wake up, so I tip toe over to Ronan, lifting the blanket he laid over himself before sliding under.

He wakes only for a moment as I lay on top of his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of my head before wrapping his arms around me. My head is sideways on his chest, looking out at the room and I see Asher situating himself in the loveseat oncemore. His eyes are on me, but he doesn’t say anything. I give him a small smile as I mouth ‘night’. He does the same before breaking eye contact, looking up at the ceiling and closing his eyes.

Chapter Thirty Nine

Liam

Irub at my sore bicep. Fuck. It’s been three days and I swear to god the bruise from Vincent’s fist is only getting worse. I was just as surprised as he was when I woke up to find that the person cuddling me was not my girlfriend, but one of the most intimidating men on campus. Griggs didn’t even think twice, his eyelids fluttered open, looked at my face and bam, right to the arm. I’m glad Asher was there to pull him off me because he was going for my face next, and god knows I can’t risk any damage to my money maker.

I’m making my way through the courtyard with some guys that I consider acquaintances. They are guys that started hanging around me when we all started at Gallows Hill University. Suckling at the power teat, I suppose. No one really cared about who was a Legacy and who was just a child of a member in high school and younger but here? Everything changed. A new food chain was built. The only thing that has stayed the same, is Asher still rules above all. Putnam’s wouldn’t allow it to be any other way.

One of the guys is going on and on about his new watch, that none of us give a shit about, before my eyes catch a glimpse of her. Her hair moves in the breeze, an olive green cardigan draped over her shoulders, complimented by a pair of leggings that look especially delicious on her. I find myself veering in her direction before I can help myself, the group of guys mindlessly following after me.

I pause, frowning at them before shaking my head.

“I’ll see you around,” I say dismissively.

Thankfully they all get the hint, as they scatter like roaches in the next moment. Casually, I look around to see if anyone is watching me and to my eye, I don’t think so.

I make my way towards her, my eyes scanning the rooms she’s obliviously passing before one catches my eye.

Perfect.

Picking up my pace a little, I have to jog to reach her in time, but she still doesn’t hear me coming. My left hand reaches for the door of an empty lecture hall while my right goes to her hip. Before she can think or even speak, I’m pushing her inside and shutting the door behind us. She stumbles a few steps and when she rights herself. She looks ready to fight, until she sees that it’s me.

“Liam! You scared the shit out of me,” she breathes out raggedly.

“Sorry,” I smile, as I move from the door to her. “I saw an opportunity and had to take it.”

“Yeah, well, I thought you were the stalker or something!”

“I said I was sorry,” I say as I close the distance between us, my hands on her hips and my neck bending down to begin kissing her neck. She arches into my touch, extending her neck a little more as she huffs.

“Well, it’s fine I guess. As long as you keep doing that.”

I smile against the curve of her collarbone before nodding, wordlessly obeying her every wish. My tongue draws lazy circles across her chest, moving down further and further until I’m stopped by her shirt. Pulling the neckline of her tank top down to rest beneath her breasts. I pull them out of her bra, groaning at the sight before me.

My cock hardens instantly. Fuck, I need her so goddamn bad.

“Lay down, babygirl,” I say, as I gesture towards the long skinny table before us.

She doesn’t hesitate, pulling away from me and laying on her back with her feet planted on the table and knees bent. I grin as I run my hands up and down her body, before coming back to her breasts. One hand begins rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, as I pull out my cock with the other.

“Open up, babygirl. I need that sweet little mouth.”

“What about the door?” she asks anxiously, casting a glance at the door with no lock.

I shake my head. “No one ever uses this room. We’re good.”

She looks hesitant but nods regardless, popping her mouth open as I rest the tip of my cock on her lips. Her tongue flicks out first, swirling around the head before she sucks it deeper into her mouth. My head tips back with pleasure as she takes me deeper and deeper until she gags, forcing my cock to jerk with pleasure.

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