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I feel like a fly trapped in her web as she walks her manicured nails down my chest and stomach until she’s dangerously close to my fly. She reminds me of a cat with a mouse—a hunter with its prey. Emily can switch from innocent to deadly in the space of a millisecond. It’s what makes her so alluring.

I gulp.

She walks her fingers further down, grazing my hardening dick. “Remember the time you took me out to the lookout spot?”

How can I ever forget? The image of her spread out like a buffet on my seat is imprinted on my mind.

She bites her plump bottom lip and palms my cock over my jeans.

It twitches.

“I want you to come in my mouth again.”

Fuck!My throat feels like sandpaper. It’s that dry.

She winks, walking off, her ponytail swaying. I stare after her like a lovesick puppy or a cartoon character with heart-eyes.

“What a cocktease!” Josh groans, patting me on the shoulder in solidarity. We both know I have no other choice but to rub one out in the only stall in the boys’ bathroom or sit through English with a fucking hard-on.

I adjust my erection as discreetly as possible out here in the fucking open and make my way over to the main building, ignoring Matt and Josh’s laughter behind me.

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I’m rummaging through the fridge when the front door slams.

“Did you jizz all over the stall?” Steph says, smirking knowingly when she walks into the kitchen with April close on her heels.

“Fucking funny,” I grumble. You know you’re a whipped motherfucker when you jerk off in a dirty toilet stall instead of calling up one of your regulars. I might just as well cut off my balls and gift wrap them for Princess.

Steph puts several grocery bags on the table and asks April to fetch glasses. “A little bird told me Greg is finally home from the hospital.”

I close the fridge a little too hard. “Is that so?”

“Well, shattered kneecaps require a very long and painful recovery time.”

April reaches up in the cupboard. The cabinet door is only partly attached. “Rumor has it he’s too frightened to talk.”

“He better fucking be,” I spit. “He’s dead if he goes near Dallas again, and he knows it.”

April hums in agreement as she passes glasses to Steph. “I think we taught him a lesson that he won’t forget anytime soon.”

“What’s that?” Matt asks as he walks into the kitchen, grabbing an overripe apple from the fruit bowl and squeezing April’s ass.

She slaps him on the chest. “Remember, babe, when we played with Greg?” she bats her eyelashes.

Matt moves in, nipping her jaw with his teeth. “How can I forget? Violence makes you horny. You let me ride your ass all night if I remember correctly.”

“Charming,” Steph says, rolling her eyes as she pours vodka into the glasses.

Matt winks at me over April’s head and bites into his apple.

Steph hands me a drink and says to Matt, “You and April won me a lot of money. I put money on you finally getting down and dirty after we taught Greg a lesson, so I should thank you.” She pins me with her brown eyes. “Now, it would be great if you and Dallas could hurry up and have that threesome with Princess. I have a lot of money riding on you fucking her before the twelfth of this month.”

My brows furrow. “Why the twelfth?”

Matt, who’s in the process of dry humping April from behind while she giggles, explains in an amused voice, “Well, at first it was a case of ‘will they or won’t they?’ But now it’s a matter of when so we changed the stakes to make it more exciting. Josh has already lost out. He bet you would fuck before the ninth, which was yesterday. Steph is up next.”

I roll my eyes, catching the half-eaten apple he chucks at me. “This has got out of hand. I like her, guys. Dallas likes her too. The bet is off.”

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