Page 59 of Freestyle
Together? We’ve got orbit.
We walk through rows of students hunched over textbooks, tapping at keys, whispering about deadlines andexams. A couple of them mutter greetings, faint, automatic. We don’t stop. We don’t need to.
She doesn’t hear us coming.
Rowyn’s bent over a table in the far back corner, textbook cracked open, earbuds in, expression furrowed like she’s waging a quiet war with calculus or philosophy or whatever masochistic subject she’s torturing herself with today.
I see the flicker of her eyes just before she pulls the earbud out.
She knows and I grin.
Gray doesn’t say anything. He just stands there, arms crossed, watching her like she’s a puzzle he already knows how to solve.
“Studying so hard,” I murmur, sliding into the chair next to her. “Anyone would think you’re trying to stay out of trouble.”
She exhales slowly, glaring up at both of us. “And here I was, thinking I’d get through one day without being harassed by the campus mascots.”
“Mmm, that pretty mouth gets you in so much trouble, doesn’t it, sunshine? If only there was something we could do to help you keep it gagged...” I say, grinning like a shark as I lean back in my seat, legs spread wide.
Rowyn narrows her eyes, fingers tightening around her pencil. I can tell she wants to bite back, wants to show usjust how sharp her teeth are, but she doesn’t. Instead, she looks around nervously at the other students nearby.
My smirk widens. “Aw, little juvie, you don’t want us to make a scene, do you?”
She turns her glare back to me. “Fuck off, Huntington.”
I chuckle lowly. “Oh, I plan to, Rowyn. But not right now. We have something else in store for you.”
Her brows furrow. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Gray steps forward, moving behind her and grabbing her arms. “It means, we’re going to make sure you can’t leave this library until you’re a crying mess.”
“No–” but she doesn’t get to finish before Gray covers her mouth with his hand. We are just enough out of sight to where people can’t see us, but anyone could walk around that corner. The thrill of getting caught courses through me.
I can see the tension in Rowyn’s body, the way her muscles coil like a spring, ready to snap. Gray leans in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Just relax, Rowyn. We’re just having a little fun.”
I can’t help but laugh at the way her eyes dart around, searching for an escape route. “You’re not really going to scream, are you? That would ruin the whole vibe.” I lean closer, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Besides, we both know you like the attention.”
Rowyn’s eyes flash with defiance, and I see the spark of rebellion ignite within her. “You think this is funny?” she manages to say, muffled but fierce.
“Absolutely,” I reply, my grin widening. “But don’t worry, we’re not monsters. We’ll let you go,eventually.”
Gray’s dark chuckle echoes throughout the small space as he slides into the chair on the other side of our little pet.
“You didn’t get enough last night?” she snaps, causing me to laugh. So, she found our little surprise we left for her.
“Never,” I whisper.
“Are you wet for us, little juvie?” Gray whispers along her jaw. Seeing his smirk, I can’t help but feel a surge of mischief. Rowyn stiffens, her breath hitching as she processes his words. The air between us thickens, a charged tension that crackles with unspoken desires.
Gray releases his grip, just enough for her to catch her breath, both of us knowing she won’t call out for help. She doesn’t want to. Even with every defiant bone in her body, she’s exactly where she wants to be,
“Shut up, Gray,” she snaps, but the slight tremor in her voice betrays her bravado. I can see the way her cheeks flush, the way her gaze flickers between us, caught in the web we’ve spun.
“You know you love the attention,” I tease, leaning forward, my elbows resting on my knees. “Admit it, Rowyn. We’ve got you all hot and bothered.”
Her eyes narrow, but I catch the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “You two are insufferable,” she replies, trying to sound indignant but failing miserably.
Gray leans in closer, his voice low and sultry. “Maybe we are, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re sitting here, practically begging for more.” His fingers brush against her thigh, eliciting a small moan.
