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I dropped my hand from her hair and moved it to her neck, applying a small amount of pressure. I knew that if I ever got to slide into that sweet fucking pussy, she’d make all my fantasies come true. I’d never expected little sweet Everleigh to be so fucking dirty.

I smashed my lips against hers again, loving the way she writhed against me, like she was seeking out some kind of friction. I half expected her to push me away again when I first kissed her, but she welcomed me like she’d been starving for it. Her hands fisted the front of my shirt, and she jerked me forward as much as possible. A frustrated whimper slipped through her lips, bleeding into my mouth. I pulled away breathlessly, my heart hammering against my ribcage.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered, even though I’m pretty sure I already knew the answer.

“It’s not enough,” she panted.

A smirk captured my features, probably coming off cocky, but whatever. “You want me to fuck you, Little E?” I hummed, burying my nose in the crook of her neck. She trembled against me, her grip still tight on my shirt.

“Yes, asshole,” she bit out. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Jameson and Ashton could walk in at any moment,” I muttered, hating that they were even here at all right now. But maybe it was a good thing they were. Hadn’t I just been thinking earlier that none of us should fuck her? That she didn’t deserve it? It truly was so easy to get caught up in the moment.

She released a heavy sigh, tilting her head back in agitation. I took that opportunity to start kissing up the column of her neck, even though I really should be stopping this altogether. My tongue darted out, sliding against her sensitive skin. As expected, she shuddered again, soft whimpers fleeing her.

What was this fucking girl doing to me?

My dick was straining hard against my jeans, begging to slip inside a warm pussy. Not any pussy.Everleigh’s. I couldn’t even pretend otherwise.

“Are you wet?” I muttered against her ear, eliciting a series of goosebumps along her flesh nearest to it.

“Soaked.” She breathed out, unashamedly.

I groaned in response, clenching my eyes shut. She wasn’t going to make this easy on me. I’d eat her out or something if I could. But we could still be caught, plus the scent of her pussy would be all over me and the guys would sense it right away.

I captured her swollen lips again, running my tongue along them right as the sound of a door slamming punctured the air. Her eyes widened at the same time mine did. I jumped away from her like my ass was on fire right as Ashton entered the kitchen. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins at how much of a close call that had been.

Turning to Everleigh again, I pointed to the cabinet behind her. “Can you get me the strainer?” Truthfully, I just wanted her to turn so Ash wouldn’t see her flushed face and bruised mouth. Mine probably didn’t look much better. She turned on the counter, bracing herself against the back wall as she reached for the cabinet. This position had her ass up, and my dick was throbbing even more from the sight. Unsurprisingly, Ashton was staring at it, too, but he didn’t seem to notice that we’d been seconds from tearing each other’s clothes off.

Even if he hated her right now, he loved her at one point. It was a line I wasn’t supposed to cross, and he would definitely feel betrayed by it. Guilt gnawed away at me, but I shoved it down just as fast. I shouldn’t have to feel guilty about this. For the last year of their relationship, he was throwing her at me and Jamie, trying to get us to fuck her. He didn’t get to suddenly dictate how we felt about her when he’d pushed her into our laps. She was fair game.

She got the strainer down and readjusted herself on the counter, holding it out to me. I quickly began fixing her Mac and Cheese and set her up a spot in the dining room before hurrying as subtly as possible to the bathroom to wash my face. My lips were red and bruised, so I splashed cold water on them to help bring the swelling down a bit and waited a few moments for my dilated pupils to go back to normal, too.

When I looked more presentable, I flushed the toilet just in case and headed back to the kitchen to start cleaning up. Ashton was still there, stuffing a granola bar in his mouth. The scent of coffee was potent in the air as the coffee machine worked its magic.

“Do you think she’s okay to drive herself home?” Ashton asked conversationally before taking another bite.

Since she was practically begging me to fuck her and grinding on my dick moments ago, I’d assume so.“I don’t see why not. She seems fine.”

He nodded. “Good. I didn’t want to have to go out of my way. I’m already going to have to put up with more of her cheating face to work on our chemistry project.” He rolled his eyes. “At least Amber will be there to keep me company.”

“Me and Jamie got our projects too,” I admitted. “What is yours about?”

“Fucking batteries. Like they couldn’t come up with something more original. It’s fine, though. It’ll be an easy grade as long as everyone pulls their weight, so can’t complain too much.”

Jamie and I didn’t have the class period together, but we’d been assigned the same thing. So, we were planning on working on it together anyways despite being paired off into groups. “Me and Jameson can come along. Briley is also in my Chemistry class. We don’t have beef with her, too. Do we?” I raised my eyebrows, curious to see how far his anger had gone. “Because I could invite her and make a whole thing out of it.”

He thought about that for a moment before nodding. “She can come. We’ll shoot for tomorrow if that works for you. Probably around six thirty.”

“I’ll let her know.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Everleigh

Fletcher - Bitter

The diner was mostly dead when I arrived and clocked in. There were only a few customers sitting about and were already taken by another server. I had been hoping that it would be another busy day like last weekend had been. Rent was past due now, and the landlord was not a lenient man. It wasn’t like he was hurting for the money. He just enjoyed being an asshole.

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