Page 18 of Broken Princess

“You do?” I ask, taking him in, as if assessing him in a new light.

“Come on, I’ll show you how to track the best machines to play.”

I don’t give a shit about the systematic way to feed slot machines, but Franklin Thorne does. Or as he said, he loves the thrill of betting. Horses, poker, race cars,women. When he can’t be in control of the thrill, he likes to see how much money he can lose on them. Frankie’s an adrenaline junky, and this run in is my way of getting close to him so that I’ll be there when he takes his biggest risk.

Seven

Logan

My mind is still on yesterday, when I walk into the cafe. What the hell was I thinking? I can’t fight my feelings and attraction to Jordanna if I intentionally put myself in situations where I’m close enough to fuck her. Her pussy juices were all over my fingers, and as soon as she left, I made a beeline for the closest bathroom to wash my hands. It took every ounce of control I had not to slide my tongue around them for a taste.

Hannah a sophomore waves. I can see her blushing from here. When did they all get it in their heads that I’m into blushing ingenues? Before Jordy, I never fucked with girls who hadn’t learned their way around a dick. They weren’t all assertive sex kittens, but they didn’t look like they were about to pass out when I told them to jump on my cock.

I liked that. Ipreferredthat, because it was always less of a hassle when I wanted to do something twisted with them. But this new wave of girls that are approaching me… I hope it’s just a tool they’re using to get my attention. Sitting in my chair, I stretch my long legs in front of me, swallowing a grimace when I tip my head towards Hannah. I’m in no mood to talk, but if she wants to hang with me, she can come over here and put her hand or mouth to good use.

Tabitha sits down next to me. Gives me a once over and blurts out, “What’s wrong with your face?”

“What’s wrong with your tits?”

She reaches into the collar of her shirt, fiddling with her bra strap. “Trying out this new contraption for Zed’s Lingerie line. It’s supposed to be seamless, non irritating and flattering. He says it’s like wearing no bra at all.”

“Is it?”

“Hell no. The straps hurt like fuck and my nipples feel chafed.”

Tabby hates bras, like most women, I suppose. But her cousin Lyta dates Zed who fancies himself a clothing designer. He has Tabby try out a few pieces, and she passes the rest out to girls on campus.

“Did you get the right size?”

She unbuttons her shirt and grabs my hand, shoving it inside. “You tell me.”

I pull my hand away, rolling my eyes. Arguably she has one of the nicest sets of tits I’ve ever seen. Top ten, definitely. But she’s so much like family I can’t enjoy her offer to let me feel her up. “Feels like barbed wire in there.”

“It’s supposed to be hand-sewn lace.”

“Fucker failed on that shit. What did he use? That hard ass yarn they use for granny doilies?”

“Exactly.”

She sends off a text and redirects the conversation back to me. “Okay. We’ve solved my tit issue. Now back to you. What’s wrong?”

“Saw Jordy.”

“You’ve been seeing Jordy. The two of you have classes together and she was at the party. So this could only mean you talked to her.” She inches closer, looking around to make sure we’re alone. “Look. I know Bella’s not happy that she’s back, and I know we’re gearing up to reengage and make Jordy’s life miserable all over again.” She rolls her eyes, waving her hands dismissively. “But it’s like I’ve been telling you. You don’t have to be a part of this.”

“If she’s back, it means I didn’t break her enough. I’m the only one whocando this.”

“Well, before you decide to launch a new attack, maybe you should talk to Kassidy.”

“What does she have to do with anything?”

“They’re roommates, and Jordy spent most of the break with Kassidy and her parents, so I guess that means they’re really close. When you fucked over Jordanna, you blew your friendship with her. It’s gonna be hard getting access to their room this time around.”

I sit up in my seat, ignoring her advice about girl code shit. Instead, I need clarification about their winter activities. “You’re telling me Jordanna went home with Kassidy?”

In the winter, Kassidy’s hippy therapist, exhibitionist folks live on a beachfront property on an island in the middle of the Caribbean. They shrink heads without you knowing they’re shrinking your head. Kassidy inherited their sex and body positivity vibe. And now, Tabby’s telling me Jordy may have gone through an immersive experience?

How many guys were at camp pleasure and did she get with any ofthemtrying to heal after what I did? Or is Robbie the only one? I’m fisting my napkin to keep from hitting something.

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