Page 35 of Rookie Mistake

“Who’s keeping count?” she retorts sassily.

“Brat.”

Her grin is cheeky as she says, “But… what about the plug?”

Hm.

“You can wear it to class. That way, you won’t forget who just fucked the shit out of you. And these?” I say, lifting her panties. “I think I’ll keep these. You can sit through class with my plug in your ass and my cum dripping out of your pussy.”

Her eyes flare with heat. “No way.”

I chuckle. “Oh? Remember, Trouble, only good girls get to come. Might wanna be a good girl if you want mycockin your ass next time.”

She rolls her eyes as a small smirk turns the corner of her pillowy lip up, but unsurprisingly, the girl who always has something to say… is perfectly quiet.

Since she’s quiet, I use the moment to kiss her, reminding her of all the reasons why being a good girl is so much more fun.

chapter eleven

Zara

“Goosebumps”— HVME

Another night, another party at the Kappa house. Still not my favorite place to be on a Saturday night, but Harper dragged me and Lily here tonight.

But tonight, Oliver and Davis arebothin attendance, which means that I have to pretend like we haven’t been sneaking around for the last few weeks behind my brother’s back and having the best sex of my life.

Absolute torture seeing as how Davis looks so fucking hot standing across the living room in loose, faded jeans, a blackbaseball T-shirt stretched across his broad chest with a hat turned backward.

He’s giving 2000s Heath Ledger, and my mouth iswatering.

I bring the Solo cup to my lips and take a small sip, staring over the rim at Davis, dragging my gaze down his body.

God, I’m so horny for him it’s ridiculous. No matter how many times we hook up and he does delicious, dirty things to my body, I still want more.

“Hate to break it you, babe, but you two aresoobvious,” Harper whispers matter-of-factly from beside me with a smirk. “I think the only person whodoesn’tsee you making googly eyes at each other from across the room is Oliver.”

My gaze whips to my best friend. “Not true. I’m just… admiring the view.”

“Sorry, Zar, but that guy is staring at you like he’s the big bad wolf and you’re his next meal,” Lily adds from my other side, agreeing with Harper.

I turn back toward Davis and find him looking directly at me, his eyes dark and hungry as they slip down my body, a lazy grin plastered on his pillowy lips. My skin hums as he does a slow perusal, pausing his gaze where my dress stops high on my thighs and imperceptibly shaking his head as he darts his tongue out and licks his lip.

I may have worn this dress knowing he’d be here tonight, just to tease him. And so when he finally gets his hands on me, it’ll be my favorite, unhinged, absolutely filthy version of him.

Fine.

We’re totally eye-fucking each other, but as long as my brother doesn’t pick up on that little tidbit, then we’re good.

“Have you seen him? It’s not like I’m in control here. My vagina has a mind of her own, and the only thing she wants is him,” I respond with a shrug, taking another sip of my drink. It’sonly my first, but the alcohol already has my limbs feeling loose and heavy, and now I want to dance. “Come dance with me.”

We replenish our drinks and head to the dance floor, and I force myself to spend time with my girls and not look for Davis.

If there’s one thing Kappa is good for aside from the free, cheap liquor, it’s their playlists. Some places play lame shit, but they always have the good stuff.

“Cruel Summer” plays through the speakers, and we dance together, jumping up and down, swaying to the beat, giggling when Harper breaks out some ridiculous dance moves that are atrocious at best.

These are my favorite nights. The ones where we’re all together, laughing, having the time of our lives. The nights I’ll look back on when we graduate and all head off into the real world.

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