Page 88 of Brutal Little Secrets

This kiss is all lips, tongues, and teeth. I taste him as he undoes my jeans and slides his hand down the front of my panties. He lifts his mouth and rests his forehead against mine as he slides his fingers over my pussy before pressing two inside me. I gasp at the stretch of him inside me.

“He never gets to see this. Never gets to watch you fall apart under his touch. It’s mine.”

I open my eyes to his blue eyes searching me.

“You’re mine, little devil.”

“I’m yours.” I stroke my hands beneath his shirt, up his back.

“Fuck.” He fucks me with his fingers, hiding me from the cameras and watching every expression of pleasure crossing my face. “Come for me, Evan.”

I grab his arm as the tension winds tight and explodes. My moan fills the quiet room.

“So fucking sexy.” He kisses me and pulls his hand out of my pants. He sucks his fingers to get the taste of me in his mouth, before he kisses me again. I can taste both of us. My heart races, and my breathing is uneven as he pulls away.

After we straighten our clothes, I notice the papers on the floor and pick them up. As I sort through them, Damon picks up some pens that must have dropped at the same time. It’s all rehearsal notes and pages. Until the last page.

I stare at the list of colleges. Chase said he didn’t want to go to college after high school. But there’s something about this list that makes my stomach churn.

“What is it?” Damon looks over my shoulder at the list.

“These are the colleges I’ve applied to.” Why would he have this? “I never told him where I applied to school.”

“Maybe he paid attention and made a list.” Damon slides his hands around my waist and rests his chin on my head.

I shake my head and point to the last one. “I added this one a week ago. No one else knows I applied here.”

Damon takes the piece of paper and takes a quick picture with his phone. “We need to leave.”

I nod, but the list bothers me. Why would he have that and how is it accurate? I don’t have time to think about it now. We have to get back.

Damon takes my hand to lead me out. When we get to his bike, he claims my mouth.

“We’re going to fuck you properly tonight.” He promises as he puts my helmet on and fixes the strap. He offers me a mint, and I pop it in my mouth.

With his helmet in place, he straddles the bike. Closing my face shield, I climb on back and wrap around him, loving that his scent covers me. That when I’m standing next to Chase he could smell what we did if he ever bothered to notice. As we fly down the night streets, I enjoy the rush of what we got away with. So far.

We pull up to the side of the house where the party is in full swing. Damon takes off my helmet, and Cam comes out the side door.

Damon revs his engine as Cam and I slip inside. After the door shuts, Cam presses me back against the wall and kisses me. I grab his shirt and hold on. Fuck, I wish I could have them all every night. But tonight, I’ll get my wish.

“Did you have fun, goody?” He kisses my cheek and backs away.

“I’ll have more fun later.”

He smirks and takes my hand. “Yeah, you will.”

When we approach the party, he releases my hand. We slip inside, going separate ways. I head out to the beer pong table where Cam and Hawk are still going at it. More people surround the game, egging them on. It takes me a few minutes to reach Chase’s side.

“Hey, babe.” He smiles, more than a little tipsy. “One more game and I’ll win.”

Hawk smirks at us. “Probably not.”

How much have they had to drink?

“I’m not feeling that well, Chase. I’m going to have Mia take me home.” I reach into my purse and hand Hawk his keys before turning to hand Chase his.

He grabs my wrist. “Then I want my prize.”