Page 8 of Call Me Teach

“I mean…I’m just fuckingwithyou.”

Her tiny growl is music to my ears.

Why is this so fun?

When she pulls back, I catch a quick glimpse of her pretty blue eyes. Something digs itself into my stomach that I can’t ignore.

Sure, I’m just messing around with her, but I can’t pretend the attraction isn’t there. There’s a part of me that wonders if I really could help her.

It sort of feels like a challenge.

Can I be the one to get Hayes’s sister to orgasm? I’ve never had issues getting a girl to come, so who’s to say I can’t help her?

I blink a few times to clear my thoughts and realize that Hannah has stolen my beer and is halfway to the living room with Van’s arm around her shoulders again.

What the hell?

“Van,” I warn from the kitchen. “Hayes will kill you for the party and then bring you back to life just to kill you again for touching his sister.”

“You’re Hayes’s sister?” some guy I don’t recognize asks.

His eyes grow wide when Hannah nods.

I raise an eyebrow when he glances at me.

Don’t even think about it.

I catch the way his lip lifts, like he’s just waiting for me to disappear before trying something with her, which means I’ll have to partake in the socializing—at least until Hayes gets home—because even though this entire thing is Van’s doing, I’ll probably get some of the blame too.

SIX

HE KNOWS MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

Hannah

I’m uncomfortable.

I’ve been to college parties before, but the fact that random people are sitting on mybed,and I can’t just disappear into my own room to get away from them, makes me tense—something that Nolan can’t seem to stop pointing out.

He’s been teasing me since I walked in the door, and I’m seconds from going into his room to sleep and leaving him out here for the rest of the night.

“So, Hayes’s sister…”

I swing my attention to Saint. He introduced himself to me three seconds after Van pulled me into the living room.

“I have a name,” I say softly, trying not to be a bitch.

His cheek lifts. “Hannah.”

At least he remembered it.

“You got a boyfriend?”

Nolan snorts from the other end of the living room. I swing my gaze to him, and he’s staring right at me. His eyebrow hitches, as if he’s wanting to see how this entire thing plays out.

I know it’s only because he knows my dirty little secret, and to be honest, it’s kind of pissing me off a little.

An idea pops into my head. It’s a bad idea—one that will make my brother irate, and Nolan too, so I choose to ignore it.

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