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“Why did you care if she got home?” I counter.
He frowns. “Because while I can’t stand her or her mother, I don’t need my father on my ass if something were to happen to her.”
“So, purely selfish reasons.” At this, Xayden shoots me a look. “Look, Xay, I’m just laying out the cards.”
“What do you mean?” he snaps.
“He’s playing nice, but eventually the house of cards will come crashing down,” Dekker answers.
“Exactly. Just fuck with her mind a bit.” I look at Xayden, who seems to be pondering my idea.
He sighs. “I mean, that sounds more fun than ignoring her. And it might be fun to make her cry some more. Especially after finding out my dad is paying for all of this.” His face scrunches in distaste.
“Yeah, that’s bullshit.” Dekker shakes his head. “Her mom just moves her and her daughter in and gets your dad to pay for her school? Fuck that.”
“Do you know what she said this morning?” Xayden looks between us. I shake my head. “She brought up my
mother. And threw it in my face.”
My eyes widen. “Are you serious?”
“Dead.”
“Not cool. Well, then I guess we make her time here a miserable one,” I say as I spot the girls coming back. “And I’m sure they will be happy to help.”
“Oh, I know they can’t wait to sink their claws into her,” Xayden confirms with a sinister smile.
“Hey, Seven baby.” Ella hands me a beer and slides onto my lap. Her arms wrap around my neck as she starts peppering myface with kisses. She starts to shift herself on my lap, purposely grinding on my dick.
“Ella, sweetheart, keep doing that and I’m going to pull you into a dark corner and make you pay for it.”
“Oh, no. Please not that.” She bites her lip.
My dick instantly hardens. Well, hardens more. It may or may not have been a bit hard from my walk home with a sexy-as-fuck raven.
Shit. I place my beer on the table in front of me. I stand up with her in my arms as she turns to wrap her legs around my waist.
We walk down a small hall off to the side where I know there’s a janitor’s closet.
Throwing open the door, I shove us inside and kick the door shut. Ella’s fingers are tangled in my hair as she nibbles on my neck.
“Get the fuck on your knees and take my cock out.” I drop her to the floor and Elle immediately does as she’s told.
Her hands work quickly to undo my belt and jeans. She shifts my pants down and frees my dick.
Ella licks her lips like she’s about to feast on a Thanksgiving meal. And she is.
Her tongue licks the tip of my dick, playing with my magic cross piercing. She swirls her tongue around the head as her eyes look up at me.
“Wrap those lips around me and put that fucking mouth to work.” Without hesitation, she swallows my cock down.
Her tongue runs along the bottom of my cock as she works me. Her lips are like a fucking vice, squeezing the fuck out of me.
My hands immediately slam against the wall to give me support.
My head tips back, and I let out a groan.
Fuck.