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Before I get carried away, I remind myself that we’re in an alley. Not that I care about the location.Hello, best fuck of my life was in an alley. But I do care that Michael and his goon squad are still here, and I care that it’s Finn grinding against my ass. That part especially. He’s one-third of the Coxsucker trio. Unworthy of my lust.

Finn walks me towards the wall and presses me against it, nuzzling my ear. He lifts his head and says, “Leave boys, before I decide not to be so understanding.”

I hear them running away and expect Finn to back up when they’re out of range. He doesn’t. I squirm, trying to put space between us, but he presses even closer.

“Do you mind?” I huff, trying to get myself out of his hold.

“Not at all. I love the way your ass is rubbing against me.” He grinds his thickening cock against me and breathes out, “Do it again.”

I’m tempted to, but I refuse to give in to the urge. “I meant you need to move.”

“Do you really want me to? I can show you some of those mouth things we talked about before.” He nibbles on my neck and damn if that doesn’t send sparks shooting through me. Fighting and fucking, goes together like PB&J.

His phone rings, and he steps back with a groan. “Sorry, Pet, we’ll have to finish this later. I really do have somewhere I need to be.”

He links his hand in mine and drags me out of the alley, then down the street, depositing me on the corner in front of one of the pickup spots for the school shuttle. There’s a bus already here loading.

“Go back to campus and stay out of trouble.”

I turn to tell him to fuck off, but he’s already gone. Disappearing as stealthily as he appeared in the alley.

Chapter29

Holden

Finn sent us a text, telling us what he stumbled on, and that he ordered Thea to go straight back to campus. She didn’t listen.

A traffic camera showed her walking away from the bus. A second camera caught her going into the nightclub on South Street. She stayed there for hours and was definitely tipsy when she left the club with Austin and that Breland girl.

I don’t know what’s going on with her and Austin, but they’re getting closer. He’s the only guy on campus that she allows to touch her. I press my hand to the panel on the wall that gives me access to her room. She doesn’t know the shelf in the back of her closet is actually a door connecting our rooms. Only the current and previous Triums know it’s here.

The shelf slides open. I leave it ajar because I won’t be here for long. I step into her room, staring down at her sleeping figure. She’s barely coherent.

It’s supposed to matter. Her inability to defend herself is supposed to mean something to me. It doesn’t. I like that she can’t hang on to a thought long enough to argue, or lift her hands enough to fight back right now.

At first I was only watching her in the daytime. Now I do it when she’s asleep. She’s a light sleeper and has a thing for aromatherapy. She keeps a candle on the night table beside her bed. I heard her tell Layla Jean that she uses it every night. I swapped out the candle a week ago, with one I made. It has a little something extra in the wax. The dosing is low. Just enough to put her in a deeper sleep.

I step forward, staring down at her. She looks so beautiful, with her mermaid hair fanning across the pillow. The first time I came in here was after forcing myself to participate in the sex room at the league party. I needed a moment where I could really feel like myself.

I knew she was at the library when I let myself in and used the time to go through her things, trying to see if she was hiding something.

She came back just as I was finishing up, and I stood in the wall between our rooms listening to her get ready for bed. I had every intention of going back to my room then, but I waited until she was asleep and came out of my hiding space.

She tossed and turned until she finally got comfortable. I can relate to finding it hard to fall asleep. That night started something. I’ve come in here almost every night since. Whoever put her to bed tonight left her clothes on her. That’s unacceptable. Thea doesn’t like to sleep with clothes on.

I pull off her jeans. Her shirt is next and then her bra. Her tits settle on her upper ribs when I release them from their confines. The cool air puckers her nipples. I slide my thumb across my tongue, then spread the moisture on her tight tip. Dragging it back and forth in lazy strokes. The action calms me. Her brows furrow, her mouth opening, as she releases a soft pant of air.

“Feels good, Rey?”

She clamps her legs together, and rolls onto her side, with her hand wedged between her thighs. I roll her on her back again and guide her hands into her panties, dragging her fingers through her folds, then pulling them out. I lower my head, taking them into my mouth.

She tastes better than I imagined. The perfect combination of tart and sweet, like my favorite drink of strawberry lemonade.

I want so much more than just a taste, but there are too many unanswered questions surrounding her appearance. She looks like such a fragile thing sleeping peacefully in the middle of her bed. It’s in stark contrast to the way she walks around campus.

She moans, dragging my attention down to her hand, which is back between her legs. “What are you dreaming of, little temptress?”

My dick thickens as I watch her pleasure herself in her sleep. She rubs her clit with small circles before dipping her finger into her slick heat. Circle, circle, circle. Dip. Circle, circle, circle, dip.

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