Page 17 of Undeniably

I wish I could say, when I realized it was her, it was like a cold bucket of water thrown on me.

Truth is, I grew harder knowing it was her.

Morgan has played in my fantasies for years—sometimes in my revenge fantasies where I fuck her so hard, I leave bruises on her hips from slamming into her. Other times, I’m spanking that pale ass red until she begs me to fuck her.

I never planned to act on my fantasies. Hell, I never thought I would see her again. She ran off to live her life at her fancy dance school, leaving us behind. I figured, if I saw her at all, it would be up on the ballet stage in some show that someone dragged me to.

I never expected her to show back up at my school.

Lying back on my bed, I let thoughts of her take over. I remember the way her skin felt under my hand when I touched her earlier, and the shiver that racked her body at my touch. I think about the glimpse of heat I saw in her eyes at the sensation.

Reaching down, I unbutton my jeans, slipping my hand inside to pull my cock out. Stroking myself, I let myself imagine Morgan standing at the end of the bed watching me, eyes glued to my movements. I imagine her licking her lips like she can’t wait for a taste.

Just as she’s about to take me into her mouth, my phone rings. I continue to stroke myself, trying to get back into it when it rings again.

Sighing, I glance at my phone.

Fin

Tucking myself back into my jeans, I answer. “This had better be a goddamn emergency.”

“Sorry to interrupt you getting your dick sucked”— if he only knew— “but Tinsley and Morgan are at Rachel’s party.”

“What?” I ask, confused. “What are they doing there?”

“I don’t know, but Edwards heard it from Rachel herself. I figured you’d want to get there.”

“Fuck.”

“I’m on my way there now. Want me to pick you up?”

“No. I’ll drive myself. Be there in ten. Get eyes on them but wait for me.”

I grab my keys and rush down the stairs and out the door.

What the fuck are they thinking?

I was just telling Reed and Sage how Morgan wouldn’t do this, and she did it. The Morgan I knew would never have been caught dead at Rachel’s house. Hell, Rachel and her friends used to make fun of Morgan back in the day. I would think that would be happening tenfold now, seeing as Morgan is twenty times hotter than Rachel could ever dream of being. Add in the way she said Morgan would be her best friend, I figured Morgan knew what she was up to.

Nothing good.

When I arrive, I find Finley watching the girls from a distance.

“Hey. They’ve been dancing together in that corner for five minutes. Tinsley’s been drinking. I can’t tell if Morgan has or not. No one’s approached them. One guy attempted to, but I intercepted. Everyone got the hint real quick after that.”

I nod. “You get Tinsley. I’ll get Morgan.”

He doesn’t question me. He goes around the crowd, while I head straight for Morgan. I know the moment Tinsley sees me. Her eyes widened to saucers. Morgan tenses right before I wrap my arm around her stomach, pressing my lips to her ear.

“You’re in trouble.”

She doesn’t relax in my arms. Instead, she attempts to move away, causing her bottom to rub against my dick. It twitches, reminding me I never finished my solo session earlier and the object of my desire is in my arms.

“I would stop wiggling if you don’t want to awaken more than you can handle.”

She freezes as I press my hardness into her ass. Her chest rises and falls rapidly.

Is it from excitement or fear?

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