Page 29 of Filthy Little Pretties

“More like blue balls…”

He grabs his dick, wincing, and I laugh just as Kai whistles from the door with Donovan tucked under his arm. He motions for us to join them, and I nod, grabbing my bag and smiling at my favorite blonde, who’s grinning back at me.

Hi, Cherry.

Laura passes them as they stand aside from the doorway, staring Donovan down before she storms away. Donovan watches her, amused, as her eyes shift back between Liam and me.

“What was that?”

Kai smirks as I remove his arm from Donovan and usher her forward down the hall.

“Everyone hates us because you’re such a catch, Cherry.”

Liam dips in next to her, planting a quick kiss to her cheek. “They’re jealous because we love you.”

“Little do they know…” she answers, giving Kai a sly smirk and wink.

I reach down and take her hand as we all walk the crowded hall. She can bullshit all she wants and pretend we aren’t happening, but I plan to make that mandate as hard as fucking possible to follow.

Kai laughs. “Oh come on, D. Keep explaining. What should everyone know exactly?”

Liam shoves Kai, and I pull Donovan back as they playfully push at each other a few steps in front of us.

“Don’t say a word, Van,” Liam laughs, ducking away from Kai.

“Easy,” I warn them, slowing her even more.

Kai huffs an empty breath when Liam lands a playful slap against his stomach. Donovan sucks in a breath, then laughs at their fighting, as she adjusts her hand in mine to intertwine our fingers, leaning forward toward the ruckus.

“Which word shouldn’t I say, Liam? The one you don’t get to do? Like that there’s no chance in hell you ever get to—”

Her words are cut off by the hand I put over her mouth as I shake my head. “Nobody needs to hear this.”

She quietly giggles as I stand behind her, still holding her other hand, as Liam and Kai clap their approval.

A wet, warm sensation moves against my palm, making me jerk my hand away. “You’re disgusting,” I laugh and wipe it down my pants.

She wags her brows at me, turning to face me. “I licked it. Do I get to keep it now?”

I reach out and grab her blazer as it falls open, tugging her against me quickly. She glances over her shoulder at the other guys as they keep walking and then back to me, eyes unsure. The mold of her body against me makes me want everything she says I can’t have.

Staring down into her eyes, I watch her irises dilate. My face slowly drops closer to hers. “Is that the rule?”

Donovan’s lips part, shiny and full, before she licks them. “That’s the version I know.”

My hand releases her jacket, slipping inside to splay against her firm waist, the heat from it bleeding through her shirt. I lean in, pulling her even closer, and let my lips brush her ear as I speak.

“Then, when I lick you…that makes you mine, Cherry.”

Her small inhale is all I hear as I lift my eyes to the hallway, feeling as if I’m drunk. I am. I’m swimming in her, and she might be the most intoxicating fucking concoction I’ve ever encountered. My palm drops from Donovan as I brush past leaving her standing in the hall, and walk outside to join the guys.

It takes her almost three minutes to make it outside, but when she does, her face sours as soon as she sees Caroline.

“Whitmore.”

“Kennedy.”

Caroline immediately looks away to her other friends, and Donovan glances down at her phone, before searching the cars lining up to pick up.