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So much happened last night, but I know what he means. The kiss.

“We’re good. I know things were just heightened emotionally and I don’t hold you to it.”

“Hold me to it?” He dips his head so we’re eye to eye. “You know I’ve wanted to do that since we met, right?”

“Grayson,” I say, resting my hand on his chest. “You’re a great guy, but I’m a fucking mess right now.”

His hand snakes around my waist. “A sexy mess.” He bends, kissing the column of my neck. His stubble rubs against my skin, and it shouldn’t feel good, but it does. Deliciously so. As much as I hate it, I pull away and push him back.

He slumps against the door. “Did you mean what you said?”

I pause. “Mean what?”

“That you can’t trust any of us?”

I look at this man in his glasses and slightly too large sweater. His chin is covered in half-day-old stubble and his hair unintentionally messy. He’s cute in his own way, but it’s hard to think he’s a devilish-mastermind like Royer or a sadistic asshole like Miller. But do I trust him?

“I want to.” It’s the most I can manage.

“I understand.” His hand lands on my shoulder. “You’re a special girl, Reagan. Stronger than anyone thought—definitely stronger than I thought. I know there are pledges that have dropped out this week. You made it to the end of the gauntlet and, honestly, it’s something to be proud of. The next few days will be intense as you go into the final tests. Be careful, okay?” His fingers stroke the back of my neck. “Wear the camera. I can’t help you if you take it off.”

I nod, hyperaware of his touch and trying desperately not to sink into it. I lied when I said I didn’t trust Grayson. I do trust him, more than I should, but what we’re doing is bigger than the both of us. We’re going after an institution. I not only promised myself that I’d take them down, now I promised Janelle too, and I plan on keeping it.

21

Miller

I waited until dawn for Reagan to come back to the farm. I’d left her in her dorm room, fucked out and dripping with my cum. She’d wanted it—asked for it. I would’ve slept in her bed that night, spooned against her soft curves, but that’s not how Miller Hansen operates. Women come to me, not the other way around.

Except she never came back and while I pour cereal and milk into a paper bowl, an unfamiliar niggle of worry worms into the back of my brain.

Did last night go too far? Following her home, questioning her motives… sleeping with her?

No. I heard her ask me to fuck her. Begged me. Her pussy was wet and slippery, lubed up and ready. Shewantedme.

God knows I wanted her.

I fill the dark hole in my belly with another spoonful of cereal.

“There’s my boy,” Knox shouts, strolling into the room. He grabs a plate and loads it with eggs and bacon, then carries it over to the table and drops in the chair next to mine. “Dude, thank you for handing over those three last night. They were very willing to let me break them in Zeta Sig style.”

Anal. That’s our style.

I fish around for cereal in the pool of milk. “Yeah?”

“They were game for just about anything. The blonde did this thing with her tongue.” He shivers and grins down at his food. “You should join in next time.”

“Good to know,” I say, not sharing my own sexploits from the night before.

Knox has a thing for group sex. He likes to watch, participate, encourage. The first time I agreed, it was a little weird. I wasn’t used to having another guy watch me get sucked off, but it’s his kink, and I’m not here to judge. Seeing him enjoy me get enjoyment? It was kind of hot. “Come find me next time.”

Royer walks in looking rough, eyes rimmed in red from the late night.

“Find you for what?” he asks, going for the coffee. He pours himself a cup and grabs five slices of toast.

“A foursome,” Knox says through a mouthful of eggs. Royer frowns at his lack of manners. “My boy did me a solid by handing over a trio primed and ready.”

“How generous of him,” Royer says, taking a sip of coffee. “By the way, number forty-seven didn’t come back last night.” He cuts his eyes over at me. “He’s your pet—where is he?”