Page 45 of Palm South University: Season 2

MY FIRST THOUGHT IS THATit’s hot as balls in my room.

Kicking the covers off, I blindly reach for my phone and squint through the sunlight filling my small room to peek at the time.

Two o’clock.

PM.

Mouth dry, I pull a pillow over my head to block out the light, groaning. When a small, warm body snuggles up next to me, my eyes fly open. Peeking under the pillow, I spot bright purple tendrils sprawled on my chest and I sigh, smiling, pulling Shawna in closer.

“Morning,” she says, her voice hoarse.

I chuckle. “Morning.”

“I stayed the night.”

“You stayed the night.”

She pauses for a moment, thinking, then plants a kiss on my chest. “I’m hungry.”

I laugh just as my door swings open and Skyler bounds through.

“Scoot over,” she says, crawling into bed on the other side of me before I have the chance to say otherwise. When she notices the other girl in the bed, she smiles, blue eyes bright. “Oh my God, you must be Shawna! I’m Skyler, Bear’s Little. I’ve heard so much about you!”

“Same here, chica!”

“I brought bagels again,” Skyler says, tossing the bag in my lap. I’m still trying to process the fact that I have two girls in my bed right now.

“You da real MVP,” Shawna says, rummaging through it like a raccoon, hair a mess, mascara smeared from having my dick rammed down her throat last night.

Again, still processing here.

“How was the tournament?” I ask Skyler, propping my pillow up behind me.

“Long, but I won.” She waggles her eyebrows and I throw her a high five. “More importantly, how was the fucking Fratalina Wine Mixer?! Tell me everything.”

“Well, let’s see.” I rub my chin, the pieces of last night slowly coming together. “We had slap the bag tournaments. Ashlei and Bo actually won, believe it or not.”

“Those girls can drink some wine.”

“Indeed. And your Little showed up with that dude who bought her at the auction. She was dressed way differently than she usually is — all black, leather jacket, crazy makeup. Turned a lot of heads.”

“MyLittle?”

“Yep.”

“Cassie.”

“Cassie.”

Skyler chews on that for a moment. “Interesting.”

“Yeah. Your boyfriend was here, too,” I add, shifting a bit.

“Really? That’s awesome. I was afraid he wouldn’t come since I didn’t.”

“I think he enjoyed himself.”

She smiles. “That’s good.”