"I got intercepted by an asshole."
"Cade?"
"Yeah. It was almost like he was waiting for me."
Mia pales at my words.
"It's okay. I took off in the other direction. He doesn't know I'm here."
"But why would he be waiting for you?"
"I didn't say he was waiting for me." Although it sure looked that way when he emerged from the bushes. Not that I'm going to worry Mia with that. "He probably stopped off somewhere after leaving here. He was heading toward the parking lot." Kind of.
"I really hope you're right, because if he has any idea about this then—"
"Shhh," I say pressing my fingertips to her lips and stepping into her body. "Everything's okay, mouse. Everything is going to be okay." It has to be.
She doesn't look like she believes me, and I don't blame her. Everything feels utterly impossible right now.
"You're all sweaty," she points out when she slips her hands under my hoodie and connects with my flushed skin.
"Hmm… so I am. Think you could help me out with that?"
"I have an idea or two."
"Two? I only had one in mind, and it involved getting you naked.”
In minutes, we're both naked, and I've got her in my arms with her legs wrapped around my waist as I carry her into her attached bathroom and walk us straight into the shower.
"Argh, that's freezing," Mia squeals when I turn it on and we both get blasted with ice-cold water.
"Allow me to warm you up." I drop her feet to the floor and press her back against the tiled wall.
I claim her lips in a bruising kiss before descending her body, sucking her nipples into my mouth and grazing my teeth down the soft skin of her stomach before I throw one of her legs over my shoulder and dive for her pussy.
My tongue sweeps up the length of her as she squirms above me, her fingers twisting in my hair causing biting pain to race down my spine, making my cock impossibly hard for her.
"Mine," I growl against her. "This. Is. Mine."
"Yours, Bexley. Oh God," she cries as I suck her clit into my mouth before lifting my fingers up to her entrance, working her until she's screaming my name and coming all over my face.
Heaven. Fucking heaven.
It's just a shame that it's all going to come crashing down around our feet long before we're ready.
30
Mia
By the time Friday rolls around, my stomach is a tight ball of nerves. I survive morning classes but barely hear my professors due to the constant thoughts on loop in my head.
This weekend marks the full moon, and Bexley and Alex’s Transitus. Cade wouldn’t tell me what it will entail—he wouldn’t tell me much at all when he stopped by to study the other night. It had been a total surprise, finding him at my door. But now, I can’t help but wonder if he had an ulterior motive. If he knows about me and Bexley.
We’ve tried to be discreet. But it’s Cade. He owns this campus and most of the people in it. There’s no use in worrying about that now, though. Not when I have bigger things making me nervous, like tonight’s party.
Sasha has invited me over to the house beforehand, to get ready and hang out. But I fear that it’s just a distraction while the guys do whatever it is they plan to do to Bexley and Alex.
God, I hate this.
Class breaks for lunch, and I file out of the room with my classmates. I’m meeting Annabel, but when I reach the end of the hall, she isn’t waiting for me. Sasha is.
“Hey,” I say. “This is a surprise.”
“I have a free period so thought we could grab some lunch.”
“I’m supposed to be meeting Ann—"
My cell vibrates in my pocket and I dig it out, reading the message. “Something came up. She’s busy.”
Sasha smiles. “Guess I’ve got you all to myself then.” Lacing her arm through mine, we walk to the food court, keeping conversation to safer shores. Classes. Tonight’s party. Today’s lunch menu. I don’t ask about Cade’s plans, and she doesn’t ask me if I’ve been seeing Bexley.
It’s like we’ve reached a stalemate and neither of us wants to surrender first. But I know the questions will come, they always do. Just as I know I’ll cave and ask her to tell me anything she knows about the weekend.
We choose our lunch and find an empty table near the back of the room. But as soon as we sit down and start tucking into our food, someone approaches us.
“What do you want, Brook?” Sasha grumbles.
“Nice to see you too, sister.”
Sasha bristles. “Go suck dick, we all know you’re a pro at it.”
“Maybe I’ll see if Channing’s around.” The color drains from Sasha’s face as she grips the edge of the table. “He loves this thing I do with my—"
“How can we help you, Brook?” I ask, cutting the tension.
“Oh, Mila. Mila, Mila, Mila.” She tsks. “So much to learn.”
“It’s Mia.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Her shoulders lift in a dismissive shrug, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
“Did you actually need something, or did you just come over here to be a bitch?” Sasha seethes, and I wonder what happened between the two of them. Sasha claims to be my friend, but I hardly know anything about her. Although, I haven’t exactly been an open book either.
“Just came to say I’ll see you tonight at the party. We should all hang out. Take notes, if you know what I mean.” With that, Brook saunters away.
“God, I fucking hate her.”
“But I thought the two of you—”
“Are stepsisters?” Sasha balks. “Please. I have to tolerate her bullshit at home because my daddy can’t stand the arguing. But there is no love lost between us.”
“Is what she said about Channing true?” I whisper.
“Mia,” Sasha warns.
“Oh come on, I know
