Page 79 of True Blue

Bentley looks at me sharply over Janette’s head as she yells back a little shakily, “Yeah, maybe.” He wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her against him so she stays warm.

I follow behind, wanting to bracket her in on the other side, but knowing it’d be too forward in our newly growing PDA stage. We trudge altogether to the dorms, banging our snowy boots on the already soaked carpet as we enter.

“It was so nice and fluffy this morning,” Janette laments, staring out the windows at the swirling storm.

Bentley nods. “It’ll stop later tonight and then it’s supposed to be clear tomorrow.” We head to the elevator, stripping off gloves and hats.

“I can’t wait for a hot shower.” I picture the warmth of the water spreading over me and smile, envisioning a couple more people joining me.

“I’m getting in one of your beds when we get upstairs. My toes are frozen.”

Bentley’s head shoots up at the same moment I yell, “Dibs!” His shoulders fall, eyes narrowing on me.

Janette chuckles. “It’s okay, Bent,” she says, patting his coat around his stomach. “He’s going to go shower so you can just join me.” Bentley smirks at her.

I pout. “No fair. I wanted you both in the shower with me.” The elevator doors open, the three of us shuffling out and toward the suite.

Janette shrugs. “I don’t need a shower right now. I need a warm bed.” We walk into the suite, each peeling off our coats and shoes in the little welcome area Bentley’s parents created for us at the beginning of the year.

“Fine,” I grumble. “My shower can wait.”

Janette and Bentley laugh, splitting up as Janette heads toward my room and Bentley walks to the kitchen.

I look between them, following Bentley first. He scrambles around in the fridge, lower half the only thing visible past the door.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I say quietly, leaning against the side of the kitchen entryway.

Bentley stands up, eyebrows pushed together. “Do what?”

“The big public kiss.” I step forward as Bentley shuts the door between us. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep proving yourself to me or something.”

Bentley steps forward, cold hands capturing my face as he comes chest to chest with me. His lips meet mine again, harsher than they had in the library. Their warmth zaps through my limbs, and I wrap my arms around his waist, crushing myself further to him.

He pulls back too quickly again. “I did not kiss you because I feel like I have something to prove. I kissed you because I love you and I can finally do it in public.”

I smile, tightening my hold on the back of his shirt.

“Now, let’s go fuck our girlfriend before she chews her nails down to the quick.” He kisses me again quickly before untangling himself and pulling the fridge open again to grab a water bottle. He tosses one to me and carries another for Janette as we head into my room.

Janette sits against the center of my headboard, duvet tucked in around her hips as she stares forward, biting on her nails. Bentley sets down the water bottles while I jump onto the free side against the wall. Janette looks around as the bed jostles, settling on me and smiling.

“Stop overthinking, Blue. Tomorrow’s going to go great.” I reach out, rubbing my hand over her covered shin.

“I know,” she says while Bentley lowers himself beside her on the other side. “I can’t help worrying though. What if classes do get cancelled tomorrow and the new time conflicts with one of my other finals? Or what if the presentation won’t load tomorrow? Or we forgot to save our changes and half the slides are gone?”

Bentley leans over, latching onto the side of her neck and making her eyes flutter closed. I slide my hand up over her thigh, shuffling closer to the two of them. “We’re going to help you relax, Blue,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss down the other side of her neck. She moans above us. “The storm is already slowing down. Class won’t get cancelled tomorrow.” Kiss. “We emailed a copy of the presentation to Howards, so even if it doesn’t load on one of our three laptops, he’ll have a copy on his.” Kiss. “We saved our changes.” Kiss. “And even if we didn’t, we only changed a couple of slides so they’ll all still be there from the last time we saved it.” Bentley’s hand slides over her stomach, coming to rest on her side and against my chest. I suck on her collar bone as he nibbles on the shell of her ear. “Relax, Blue.”

“Relax,” she repeats, eyes still closed. Her shoulders sag as her body follows the command, hands coming up to run over each of us.

We slide the duvet down, revealing her still clothed legs, before moving back in to bracket her completely. Her breathing starts to accelerate, coming in sharp as her chest heaves beneath my lips. I move my hand up, cupping her covered breasts and starting to tease them through the material of her shirt. My jeans have been steadily growing uncomfortable since Bentley kissed me in the kitchen, reawakening the desire he ignited in the middle of the library.

His hand leaves her hip, sliding down my covered stomach to the hem of my shirt. He slides his hand underneath, putting pressure on my crotch. I groan against Janette’s chest, hips thrusting toward his touch as I glance up to watch Bentley dominate her mouth with his other hand firmly entangled in her hair. She follows his lead, one hand on the back of my head as she starts to writhe between the two of us.

I pull on the hem of her sweater, Bentley breaking the kiss to lean back and help me take it off her. Once free, the two of them return to their make out, one of her hands now buried in my hair and scratching the back of my head. I lean into the feeling, humming in the back of my throat as my eyes close. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of this.

Bentley pops the button on my jeans, hand dipping inside once the zipper is down. My eyes fly open, watching him run his teeth along her jaw as his hand bypasses my boxers and grips me roughly.

Janette pants between us, eyes squeezed shut. “I want to try something new,” she blurts, opening her eyes when Bentley’s mouth pauses on her skin.

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