Page 127 of Cruel Legacy

“Number three.”

“What brings you to this neck of the classroom?”

I look over to where I usually sit. “It’s a little boring in the front.”

“Oh, Pet, say less.” He leans in close, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. “You wanna resume our games?”

“Do you? I’m in the lead. You’d have to come up with something huge to top my last move.”

He licks his thumb, then rubs it over my bottom lip. “I think you meanI’min the lead. I had you juicing all over my fingers, remember?”

“I remember you ambushed me and couldn’t follow through, and if I was wet, it was from my shower and had nothing to do with you.”

“Ask anybody, Pet. I’m a master orator and skilled piano player. I’m good with my hands and tongue. If I wanted you creaming my hand, you would have been.”

I can’t believe he took the bait. Oh wait, yes I can. His ego is as big as this room. “Care to put a wager on it?”

“What are the terms?”

“We each get five minutes to make the other cum. If I win, I get to hold that cute little knife you keep in your pocket.”

“For how long?”

I have to play this carefully. His knife is his precious. If I push too hard, he’ll back out. “Five days.”

“One.”

“Four.”

“Two, but I reserve the right to request proof that you didn’t pawn it.”

“Deal.”

He lifts a lock of hair from my shoulder and tugs on it. “What do I get when I win?”

“What do you want,ifyou win?”

The answer he gives isn’t the one I was expecting. “For twenty-four hours you’ll answer any question I have, truthfully.”

It’s risky. I hate answering questions. My present and past are my business. I share with LJ, but she’s learned not to ask a million questions about everything. She lets me tell her when and what I want.

He’s asking a lot. I guess this would be the emotional equivalent of giving up his knife. Good thing he won’t be winning. It’s gonna take longer than five minutes to get me off.

“Agreed. Do we need to schedule a date and time to execute this bet, or are you game to go at any time?”

He leans close, his lips just a hair’s breath away from mine. “Pet, you should know by now that I live for spontaneity.”

I don’t back away. I’m not about to let him think I’m scared to engage with him. I tip my head, letting our lips brush together.

“Okay, then, good luck.” I gather up my things and move back to my usual seat.

* * *

Finn cornered me two days ago and went to town on my clit. The boy is indeed talented with his tongue and fingers. In my head, I was begging for more,andthinking of the least flattering things I could to make sure I didn’t combust too soon.

I tried to think of the way my arms burn when I do pushups, but Deacon’s face kept popping up. Those bedroom eyes, his lopsided grin and pussy pleasing lips are the opposite of a lady boner killer.

So I thought of Ms. Mercer’s hawkish nose and cold eyes. That helped. So did thinking of the second guy I ever had sex with, Terry, and his dry ass kisses. He didn’t do shit to support his claim of being phenomenal in bed, but the memory of his lackluster performance was helpful in my time of need.

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