Page 199 of The Invite
A shiver dances down my spine at Augustus’s body heat behind me. With an arm around my waist, he pulls me against his chest and dips his lips to my ear. “Time for your reward for being brave.”
Spinning me around, his mouth lands on mine, making all my thoughts scatter.
Hiking my legs up to wrap around his hips, he slams me against the nearest wall and delivers a hot and wild kiss. I feel owned and possessed. Kissing has opened up a level of intimacy that neither of us can get enough of.
Thrusting his cock against my core, he invades my mouth with his tongue and licks the roof. I moan, yanking at his hair at the base of his neck. The fire he left simmering upstairs burns hotter and licks my skin.
A distraught whine escapes from me when he pulls back.
“It’s midnight, little prey,” he says apologetically.
It’s like a bucket of cold water on the flames of my lust. I let him put me down. As we approach his computer desk in the corner, his phone pings. Pulling it out, he reads the text. I recall his conversation with Scarlett earlier and assume the message must be from Maverick.
I wonder if Augustus’s best friend has forgiven me for getting him suspended. It honestly feels like such a long time ago. Even though it’s only been a few weeks.
Augustus clicks on a button on his desktop, making the screen light up. Sitting down on the chair opposite it, he tugs me onto his lap. While opening up a browser and logging into the fake account, he says to me, “You’ll post Nightcrawler is none other than Maverick behind the mask, along with a video capturing his face as proof.”
“What?” I jerk back. “He isn’t even a target.”
“Exactly. Anonymous will become suspicious if we only post fake lies about each other. You need to play by his rules. The plan will work regardless, and this way, you’ll be safe from his wrath.”
“What about you?” I demand, rising from his lap in anger and panic.
He doesn’t let me go far and grasps my wrist. “I can handle him.”
“You don’t know that. No one is untouchable.”
“I’ll be ready when he comes after me. I hope he does.”
“I… No!” I jerk free of his hold and pace back and forth. “This wasn’t the plan, Augustus.”
“If you don’t do it, then I will.”
I screech to a halt at his unyielding tone and whip in his direction. “I won’t let you,” I challenge.
A cunning smirk lights up his face, and he leans forward. “It won’t matter even if you succeed. I’ve sent Maverick to your place and he’s left a card for Anonymous to find with the dirty secret he’s desperate for. So how about you save that fire of yours for something far more pleasant for both of us, hmm?”
My hands fist and I hate the damn pulse of lust that flares to life at his seductive insinuation. Unless I manage to go to my house and remove the stupid card, he’s got me backed into acorner. Too bad, I have no clue where he lives, let alone the way to his front door.
When he sees me come to the conclusion he’s won this battle, he orders, “Come here.”
I jut my chin out defiantly even as I do his bidding. He arches a brow when I don’t sit. “I’d rather stand.”
“Either you perch your sweet ass down on my lap or I make you get on your knees.”
We lock into a staring contest. When he sighs, letting me know he’s making good on his threat, I scramble onto his lap.
“Good girl.”
My temper turns to mush at the praise paired with a kiss to my head. I focus on the screen and notice that it’s a few minutes after midnight as per the clock in the corner. I read as he rapidly types.
Who knew our resident nerd Kenny Wick had two daddies? No wonder he loves to suck Harper’s dick. Don’t believe me? Maybe a picture will.
“Is this true? It’ll destroy Kenny if he’s hiding being gay.”
After attaching a grainy picture where you can make out two guys with one on his knees sucking off the one wearing a football jersey, Augustus answers, “No.”
“Who’s in the picture then?” I squint at the image, trying to figure out if it’s Kenny kneeling.
