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“You can’t be serious?”
“I couldn’t be more serious. From now on, you’ll smell like me, so whenever you move, you’ll remember who owns you.”
I shook my head, embarrassment and something else hot and weird moving rapidly in my belly. “No, I won’t do it.”
He leaned in and touched my lips with a finger. “It either goes here, here”—he tapped the panties and then moved his finger to my hips, tapping between my legs— “or here. Your choice.”
The heat of his finger burned through my demure denim skirt.
“You have five seconds to decide.”
“What?”
I panicked as he started to count down and moved a hand to his belt, unbuckling it in one fluid movement. He was serious.
“Wait,” I panted, shoving my hand under my skirt before I could question my sanity, and tugging my panties down. They fell to the floor at my feet, and I kicked them off as Cayden continued to count down. I stepped into the other panties, the ones with his damp cum on them, and shimmied them up, flashing him in the process.
“One.”
His voice was tight and his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them when I finally glanced at him. He was still holding his belt, as if watching me had distracted him from everything else. A muscle ticked in his strong jaw, the only sign of life. The tension between us was a thick miasma. I was scared. I was turned on. That was the cold, hard truth. Fucked up as it might be, this was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me. The sexiest, and most infuriating.
“Let’s go, before Coach comes looking for us,” Cayden said, his voice ground out of stone.
I nodded, every inch of skin where those panties touched me, burning. How the hell was I supposed to walk around all day with his cum against my skin?
He has pictures of your journal.
Right. I had no choice.
It shouldn’t make me feel better, but it did.
* * *
School was a reprieve, since I only had one class with Cayden. However, the student body was rife with rumors about him. I’d heard them all today, from him being the bastard son of a famous Maine hockey player to being in hiding from the mob.
“Wow, so much hype, but then I get it. He’s hot, and new.” Eve played with the straw in her strawberry milk.
The cafeteria was packed, and I was pretty sure most of the conversations were about Cayden West.
“He might be hot, but he’s a menace,” I muttered, biting into an apple. My cum filled panties still felt damp. I was probably paranoid. Surely, they were dry by now. Regardless, I’d been certain I could feel him against my skin all morning. The thought was doing something to me. Something I had no experience with.
“Girls like bad boys.” Eve shrugged.
“Not this girl.”
She raised an eyebrow at me. “I guess that’s good, since you two are living together.”
“Yeah, that reminds me, can I come stay over tonight? I really need some space.”
“Already?”
I didn’t get to answer, as a tray plopped down on the table beside mine. Bubblegum-pink nails curved around the tray like talons.
“Can I sit with you, Bug?”
Selena slid into the empty seat beside me before I could refuse, and Winter perched on the only other free seat, beside Eve. The rest of their entourage crowded behind them. There weren’t any seats for them, so it looked like they were just going to stand.
“Bug, I’m talking to you. She’s completely zoned out,” Selena complained, waving a hand in front of my face.
