Before I’m fully released from my pants, she’s climbing onto the seat and straddling my waist. She swats my hand away and lines me up, sinking down slowly.
“Yes.” She rasps out and begins to gyrate her hips, grinding against me.
This is her show, I’ll let her have full reign. I lean my seat back and cross my arms behind my head. Might as well relax and watch the show. She places her hands on my chest and begins to ride me at a fast pace. Fuck, she feels so good, and before long my hands reach out and grab her hips as I help her pick up the pace even more.
“I’m coming.” She exclaims, letting her head fall back as she sinks all the way down and grinds into me.
As soon as I feel her contract, I’m not too far behind, spilling myself deep inside her. Just like that, I’m fucking tired and the thought of going to school makes me want to bash my head off the window. I’d even consider it if I didn’t already worry about how hard school is already. Every brain cell matters at this point.
“Thanks.” Adri huffs out and she flops back over to her seat.
I watch as she puts her panties back on, “you’re welcome?”
I feel thoroughly used and I abso-fucking-lutely love it.
We make it to school, completely late and having to skip homeroom. Mrs. G was going to trip without my daily prayers. I’ll have to make up for it tomorrow with something spectacular to say about our souls or some bullshit.
I hastily rushed to my chem class after planting a wet one on Adri’s mouth. Bet her panties were also full of my wet stuff too. I skip into the class with a minute to spare. Travis looks up from his text book and narrows his eyes on me. What did I do now? I saunter over to my desk beside his and slump down into my seat.
“Sup?” I ask him and his brows crush together, making that adorable little crinkle between them.
“You weren’t here when I got here.” He states.
“I was late.” I avoid his eye.
“Doing?”
“Adri.” I turn and smirk at him. “While she was in a kilt, bro.”
He bites down on his lower lip and releases a soft moan. Fuck me, I’m hard again. He’s so hot, especially when he bites down on those full dick sucking lips.
“Did she find anything last night?” He asks.
“She says she did.” I nod, “she’s going to show us later.”
The rest of class goes by with me mostly daydreaming about Travis and how good he felt the night before. I want to hit that again tonight. As I’m packing up my stuff, Travis slams his bag on the desk and releases an irritated huff.
“What?” I ask him.
“The police still have no new leads on Sonja and I still can’t get a hold of her.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I think my mother did something to her.”
“Maybe she did,” I agree, “but it doesn’t mean she’s harmed. It could mean she’s hiding out.”
“True.” He slightly relaxes and grabs his bag. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
I watch as he leaves, his shoulders bent forward and his head down. I noticed that's his usual demeanor in this building. He hates being here, it’s not about hating school, I know it was more about him hating this school and it came from that coach. I want to ask him about it more, try and help him through whatever the fucking perv did.
I head to my locker and see a familiar purple head standing beside it. She doesn’t have her locker open and it looks more like she’s waiting for someone. I hope for her sake it’s not me.
“Hey,” she clears her throat as soon as I get to my locker. She’s fucking brave. “Emmett? Right?”
I don’t answer her and instead give her a narrowed look.
“Right. I’m not here to start shit, I don’t want anything to do with Vin and Ember. I’m here for a friend.”
I raise my eyebrow and motion for her to continue.
“It’s Shay, her and Adrianna talk sometimes.” She sneers. “I’m worried about her and I think you might know something.”
“Me?” I point a finger to my chest, “I don’t even know her.”
“I know. I just have some information and I think you could help.”
“Okay, let’s hear it and make it quick. I’m fucking hungry.”
“Wow,” she chuckles and shakes her head, “not only do you look like her but you sound like her too.”
“Crazy like her too.”
“Anyways, in grade nine, Shay was caught in a compromising position with a coach here.”
“Caught by whom?”
“Me. I walked into the locker room and found them in the middle of stuff.”
“Like you found my sister and Vin?” I step in closer to her.
“Yes,” she nods, “exactly like that. I’m not excusing myself, I was looking for blackmail in both cases. But recently, Shay told me that he was raping her.”
I watch as a tear slips down her cheek and I fight really hard not to roll my fucking eyes at her.
“What can I do about any of that?” I ask.
“He used to be Travis’ coach for baseball. Then he died in his house not too long ago.”
“Again, what am I supposed to do with that?” I begin to lose my patience.
“Could you talk to Travis? I see you guys are close. Maybe ask him if he knows anything?”
Suddenly the hair on the back of my neck stands up and I can see an angle she might be working here. “Are you suggesting Travis was somehow involved?”
“No. I’m suggesting that maybe that coach was a fucking pervert who preyed on kids!” She yells and turns on her stiletto heel to march away.
A bunch of people standing around turned their attention on her retreating back and then on me. What a fucking bitch. She knew yelling that out would attract attention. I will talk to Travis
