Page 139 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

I shake my head. “I’m going for me. I sent in an audition tape for a band up in the Boston area, and they got back to me two weeks ago that they’d like to have me. There will be some touring here and there, but for the most part, we’ll be in Boston. I’m going to be in a real band and—”

Penny throws herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as she pulls me into a deep, sensual kiss.

The moment starts sweet enough, but it quickly grows hot.

Penny can’t seem to get close enough to me, rolling herself against me with each kiss, her fingers tugging at my hair.

“I assume this news pleases you?”

“You’re such an asshole,” she whispers, biting my neck. When she pulls back, her green eyes are shimmery with emotion. “We’re going to Boston.”

Two years ago, I never would have imagined this moment could be possible.

I thought Penny and I would go our separate ways and never cross paths again.

It made me sick.

Even then, in the midst of hating her, I loved this girl more than anything in the world.

Only now can I let myself feel that love in its entirety.

“Truth or dare?”

Penny rubs her nose along the length of mine and whispers against my lips. “Dare.”

“I dare you to let me take you against a rickety shelf of Christmas decorations.” I tip my head towards the shelf behind us.

Penny giggles when she sees a box of “X-mas decorations” on the shelf behind us, remembering our encounter in here years ago.

“I thought you wanted to have the space and time to lay me down and taste every part of me. Isn’t that what you said last time?”

“Yes, but that’s before I knew.”

“Knew what?” she asks, pulling back to see my face.

“Before I knew we had forever.”

Penny beams at me, happiness radiating out of her, and then she kisses me.

I walk the three steps across the room to pin her against the shelf.

To my surprise, it’s sturdier than it looks. The shelf is the perfect height that I can rest Penny on the edge of it, freeing up my hands to slide into the slits of her dress and find the heat between her legs.

Her panties are a dainty lace and absolutely soaked. I push them aside and swipe my finger through her wetness.

She bucks against my finger, ready, begging.

We have time for slow love making later. Tonight is about doing what I wish I could have done four years ago.

So, I slip my finger inside of her up to the second knuckle.

Penny arches her back, thrusting against my hand, and I add a second finger.

She moans my name and then reaches down between us to undo my pants. Her movements are clumsy and frantic.

But when she wraps her small hand around my length and strokes me, I’m positive she’s the single most graceful person on the planet. It feels exquisite.

“Reliving my freshman fantasy apparently gives me the endurance of a freshman,” I hiss, pumping gently into her hand at the same time I pulse my fingers into her. “This feels incredible.”

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