Page 45 of Toxic Hope
Just as I assumed, Brittany heads straight for Emma, “Hey, wig girl!”
I step in front of Emma protectively. “Turn around and walk the other way,” I order, stopping Brittany mid-stride.
“What, is she your charity case or something?”
If she was a dude, I would knock her teeth out right now. Unfortunately, I have to deal with her a little more civilized. “Get lost or I’ll tell everyone you gave me an STD.”
“Are you serious?” she asks in an annoyingly high-pitched voice.
“Deadly, now get lost.” Preston is already next to me.
“Whatever.” She gives us the finger before she spins around and heads back out of the door.
“I don’t need your protection. I can take care of myself,” Emma says as she shoves past.
She walks toward the exit, and we follow close behind. “We just looked out for you.”
“I don’t want to be your pet project!” she yells when we’re outside of the building. “I want to be left alone, but you two idiots won’t get it through your thick skulls.”
She picks up her pace, as if she could outrun us. We keep up with her easily. “What else do you want?” I ask curiously. “What could we do for you to help you out?”
“Nothing!” she yells back as we reach the end of the courtyard. She pauses to look at me. “I want nothing from you. I just want to be normal. I want everyone to treat me like I’m not sick. Is that so hard to understand?”
“You want us to treat you like any other girl?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Yes!” She nods, not realizing the idea she just gave me.
“Fine, come on then,” I urge, as I grab her hand in mine.
She gives me a confused look before I drag her into the science building in front of us. Preston follows without question, probably having the same thoughts as me when I pull Emma into the first empty classroom I can find.
Preston shuts the door behind us and turns the lock.
“What do you think you are doing?” Emma gasps innocently as I position myself behind her.
“You said you want to be treated like every other girl,” I explain. “So that’s what you are getting.”
I look at Preston, who has caught on and is already grinning ear to ear.
He eats up the distance between him and Emma in one large stride until she is sandwiched between our bodies with nowhere to go. I grab her hips and pull her flush against me. My cock is already hard when the softness of her ass rubs over it.
“I’m not doing this with you again,” she says meekly, her hands trying to shove at Preston’s chest. He grabs her wrists and forces her hands to her sides before he lowers his head and presses his lips to hers.
She leans back against me, her head tucked under my chin while Preston kisses her. It only takes a few moments before she relaxes in my hold, and I know she is kissing him back. I grin with satisfaction.
My hands leave her hips and roam over the rest of her body. She starts to move against me, her ass rubbing over my dick until precum leaks from the tip.
I can’t wait to be inside of her again.
Preston breaks the kiss and spins her in his hold so I can have a turn. Emma’s lips are swollen and wet, her eyes hooded and her pupils dilated.
“You were saying?” I tease, but don’t give her time to answer. She opens her mouth, but my lips are on hers before a word comes out. My tongue meets hers and a possessive groan rips from my throat. She tastes like heaven and feels even better.
I kiss her senseless until we are both breathing heavily. Somehow, my hands make it under her shirt, where I cup her bra-covered tits. I run my fingers over her nipples, making her shudder under my touch.
By the time I pull away, her eyes are closed, and she is nothing but putty in our hands.
“Be a good girl and take your clothes off,” I demand, reaching for the hem of her shirt. She lifts her arms and lets me pull the fabric off her body. Preston unhooks her bra and her tits spill free.
