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I tugged him out of his chair, ignoring his whispered questions, and pulled him to the encyclopedia section, where I pressed him against the bookcase and plundered his mouth, cutting off his protests. He moaned, and I kissed him harder, hoping to shut him up so we wouldn’t get caught.
He was loud, but damn, I loved it.
Our tongues slid together, dancing erotically, and I ground against him, my hands clenching his round, perky ass. He whimpered, his hands clawing at my hair and my neck as he got lost in the sensations rolling through his body.
I thrust my tongue into his mouth like I wanted to fuck him, and he shivered, rolling his body into every thrust of my hips until he was gasping into my mouth, shaking in my hold, coming in his jeans. I quickly followed him over, still somehow managing to kiss him while my brain momentarily blitzed out.
“Oh, God,” Spencer quietly groaned when I finally released him. His cheeks were fire-engine red when he looked down at the damp spot on the front of his jeans.
I just grinned at him before gesturing at my own ruined sweats. But I wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. That was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever done. “Come on,” I said quietly. “I know a quick way out of here.”
With his hand in mine, I rushed us to get his bag from the table before jogging toward the back exit. The librarian always kept it propped open so she could smoke whenever she wanted without the school finding out. I’d used it numerous times to skip class. And now, I was using it to make sure no one saw my sweet boy all debauched and sweetly fucked.
That was for my eyes only.
And well… maybe Logan’s, too.
CHAPTER 11
Spencer
THAT NIGHT
I was confused. Lost. Didn’t know what the fuck to do with the week I’d had thus far.
Not only had I allowed Logan to jack me off in a fucking janitor’s closet at school yesterday morning, but then I’d allowed Ezra to get us both off in the fucking library today. And apparently, I was now dating both of them.
How did my life turn into this? When did I become this…this—God, what the fuck even was I? Who was I? The Spencer I was familiar with didn’t do this kind of thing.
Dad arched an eyebrow at me when I walked into the kitchen, a look of concern passing over his features. “You look like you’ve had a rough day, kid.”
I groaned in answer. I was close to my dad, but I wasn’t sure I could explain to him what happened while looking him in the eye. Good Lord—imagine me telling my dad I’d gotten off while at school. By two different guys who hated each other.
And both were overwhelmingly hot. And I was tutoring them.
Fuck, talk about a conflict of interest.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “Is it okay if Shelby comes over?” I asked Dad, desperately needing a friend who might understand the craziness that had suddenly become my life. And who wouldn’t judge me.
“Sure, kiddo.” Dad dropped the subject of how I was, which I was thankful for. He knew I would talk when I was ready. “We’re having shrimp alfredo for dinner, unless Shelby has a seafood allergy.”
“I’ll ask,” I said as soon as Shelby picked up the phone.
“Hey, Spence. What’s up?” she asked.
I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “You feel like chilling here at my house for a little while? My dad is making shrimp alfredo. You’re not allergic to seafood, are you? Sorry, I’ve just had a confusing day, and?—”
“Dude, deep breath,” Shelby ordered, abruptly cutting me off. Immediately, I sucked air into my lungs. “You’re panicking. Just breathe. I’ll be over in a few minutes, and no, I’m not allergic. I love shrimp.” With that, she hung up the phone.
Dad frowned at me. “You sure you don’t want to talk about it, son? You only ramble when you’re overwhelmed.”
I swallowed thickly and shook my head before quickly scrambling out of the kitchen and heading to my room.
I could not explain to my dad what had me so worked up. Not only would he disapprove of what happened…
But that was just a bit too much information to share with my dad, of all people.
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