Page 96 of Rockwell Academy: The Twist

After a respectable while, I grasp her hand and nod toward the yard. The basement filled up pretty quickly and Frankie andCassie are distracted with each other. They always are which does make things easier for me.

We pass Jesse and Imogen, their heads bent close together, deep in conversation. I notice Jesse’s hand resting on her hip as he smiles into her eyes and the way she smiles shyly, her eyes burning with interest for our misguided friend.

Jack and Siri are making out in the corner, shutting the rest of us out and it strikes me that they always do. I don’t know much about their relationship only that they prefer one another’s company and are almost always off somewhere together if I ask.

Santi and Ali are all over a couple of girls who wandered into the house with that one aim in mind and I’m aware they won’t be the only girls here who capture the attention of the two biggest man whores in this house.

As we step outside, the stars light our way along with the fire pits that are burning logs, set in front of easy chairs. Lights are strung up around the clearing and the music is softer out here, muffled by the basement door.

A few groups are chatting and laughing, some making out and others casting longing gazes at the person they would rather be doing right now.

I guide Summer to the edge of the group, shadowed by the trees and as I push her back against one of them, she angles her head to stare deep into my eyes.

“That’s better.” I say softly as my lips touch hers and she whispers, “Do you think they’ll notice if we leave?”

“I doubt it.”

I stroke her beautiful face and she bats those luscious lashes and says softly, “I missed you today.”

Her words wrap around my jaded heart because nobody ever misses me. They may want me, want to be my friend, my lover,my world, but they don’t miss me as a person, just for what I can give them.

It means a lot knowing we are on the same page because I agree with her statement. I missed Summer so hard it hurt during the break. It’s as if there is a void beside me on every angle when she isn’t by my side and it strikes me how quickly things change when you meet the person who completes the picture.

“Stay with me tonight.” I whisper against her lips and she groans.

“But Frankie.”

“I’m not talking about this house.”

“The mansion?”

I shake my head. “I’ve had too much to drink to drive. I know of a place nearby that is empty right now and nobody will guess where we went.”

“Where?”

Her eyes shine and I match her energy as I say with a brush of my lips against hers. “I’ll show you.”

Before we go, I dip my lips and kiss her slowly, deeply and with passion, reminding her of who I am and what I want from her.

She bends into me and grasping my hair, pulls me in deeper, applying enough pressure to make my cock strain in my pants.

We finally break away and as my hand searches for hers, I turn my back on the house. “It’s not far. We’ll be there in no time at all.”

She says nothing but I sense her interest and as we steal through the shadows, I hope I’m right and the house standing empty on the edge of the academy is as unoccupied as I think it is.

47

SUMMER

Iam breathless with excitement and lust for Luca Romano. He never fails to deliver the whole bad boy vibe which is a serious aphrodisiac to me.

When I saw him as soon as I entered the basement, my heart curled with pleasure.

His ripped black jeans and battered leather jacket were more giving of an mc club. I loved the way his tattooed hand held the bottle loosely, his silver rings catching the light. His dark hair is longer on top and frame the darkest eyes I have ever seen directed at me with lustful interest. Unlike many of the others he prefers a black shirt, open enough to reveal a heavy silver chain circling his neck, his dark ink scripting a chest that adds fuel to my fire.

Wherever we’re heading, I hope it’s not far because the sooner his skin glides against mine, the better I’ll be.

We head along the tree line and I whisper, “Where is this place?”

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