Page 85 of Cruel Academy (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 2)

At the rate things are going, she is thinking she could have enough for the down payment on a shitty car in a few weeks.

That isn’t taking into consideration what I’ll make at the fights this weekend.

Because Iwillbe at the fights.

I can’t afford to skip again.

Dad keeps calling me, and I’ve considered answering only to ask him for money. If I didn’t have to take care of the car, I could help Haley out with her debt to Bumper … though she never technically asked me to.

The idea of begging my dad for anything, however, is too much to stomach.

In the days since the annual camping trip, I’ve been able to take my mind off my money troubles for a few hours at a time—the same hours I spend training Haley.

“You can’t call this training if we don’t ever train,” Haley says, adjusting her grip on the lat pulldown machine and doing her best to ignore my roaming hands around her waist. “We’ve only made it through half of the workouts the last two days.”

And it is a miracle we made it through half.

Now that I know what Haley looks like naked and straddling me, it seems a shame to have her any other way.

I’m not sure whether Finn would be proud or disgusted to know how many surfaces in his gym and living room I’ve taken Haley on.

I move her curly ponytail aside and kiss a line down the back of her neck. “I’m offended you don’t think sex with me is a workout. I suppose I’ll just have to prove otherwise.”

In the end, she is too curious to resist, and I end up taking her from behind with her hands flat on the floor and her legs wrapped around my waist. As if that wasn’t enough of an arm workout for her, after I’m spent, I wrap her legs around my neck and eat her to another orgasm of her own.

When we’re finished, she collapses on the floor, her chest heaving with exertion, and her legs crumpled beneath her.

“Okay, that was definitely a workout.”

“Two months ago, you wouldn’t have been strong enough to hold yourself up that long. You’ve come a long way.”

She nods. “I also had incredible motivation to stay in position.”

Her brows wag suggestively, and I could honestly fuck her again right now. No matter how many times we have sex or how many times I lie in bed and stroke myself to thoughts of her, the well of need inside of me never seems to empty.

I thought my pull for Haley would disappear once we’d fucked, as has been the pattern with every other girl in my life, but it seems to only be growing stronger.

I’m like a junkie, constantly on the hunt for my next hit.

I lie back on the floor and tuck my hands behind my head, elbows wide, as Haley shimmies back into her workout shorts and sports bra.

“You going to the fights this weekend?”

The question jerks me abruptly out of my post-sex thoughts and into reality. The reality where I have to beat the piss out of some guy to make enough money to take care of my mom and pay back my friends.

“Yeah.”

“Do you think I could … come with you?” She bites her swollen lower lip and bats her bright blue eyes at me.

I sit up and rest my arms over my bent knees. “Do you think that’s a good idea? Bumper made it pretty clear he is gunning for you. I’m not sure you want him to think we’re together in any way.”

He already saw us at the campsite, and, based on the last week, I’m not sure whether I think we’re together or not.

I mean, we definitely aren’t dating. Not by a long shot.

But I haven’t been with anyone else since Haley and I started this arrangement, and recently, I’ve been able to forget about our time together being a coerced arrangement at all.

I’m not sure taking our strange relationship further—beyond the realm of Finn’s house—is a good idea.

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