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Chapter 30
Astrid
Bryce: Did you leave yet?
Astrid: In about an hour.
Bryce: Meet me.
He doesn’t have to say where. Saturday morning, and I’m still in bed instead of running circles around the track with the team like a gang of hamsters on a wheel. I stretch my lazy body out as I let out a yawn. Fuck. I don’t feel like moving, but I won’t see Bryce if I don’t get up and go. Pierce has insisted that we go out on a date to heal the bad blood between us.
A date? What a fucking change from Monarch. The back seat of a guy’s car was a date. You didn’t expect him to actually drive you somewhere for a meal. But Pierce is driving to Boston for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and he told me he’d rent a room. He’s hoping for too much for a former sinner.
Roni is still asleep in her bed with her covers over her head. She seems to be getting over Terri. Well, enough that she’s talking to another guy. It’s nothing serious, just a little awkward flirting between classes. So finally, I’ve been let out of purgatory even though it’s Charlotte who should’ve been stuck in there.
Quietly, I pull my comforter off and hurry into the bathroom to brush my teeth and dress. My bag is ready to go, so I clean up at the sink, fixing my hair and dabbing on a little makeup. Instead of a T-shirt and jeans, I put on a nice white shirt and gray leggings with ballet flats. I frown at myself. I look like a fucking dork.
I know why Bryce wants to see me right now. I should’ve said no. But I can’t. I’m addicted to his dick.
The door to the basement bathroom opens as I reach for the knob, and Bryce is waiting inside with that wise-ass grin plastered to his handsome face. He probably texted me from down here. I try to mimic his easy confidence as I casually walk into the room. I act as if I’m doing him a ginormous favor.
“So, what’s going on?” I ask Bryce as he steps too close to me. He towers over my head, and the heat is bouncing off him onto me. “Why are you guys okay with it?”
“Okay with what?” he asks, tilting his brow.
“Don’t play games,” I snap. “You watched Pierce, Justin, and Wyatt kiss me, and you barely blinked. Or lost your shit.”
Bryce frowns as he sits down on the beat-up couch. His fingertips pull at a loose thread, putting the cushion in danger of unraveling. His careful grooming is in stark contrast to the stuffy, decrepit room. Why does this place even exist in Stonehaven? Probably the same reason why I’m here.
I stand in front of him. “I only have an hour.” Is it a dare? I don’t know, but it sparks something in him.
Bryce’s gaze flashes as he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me down on his lap. At first, I giggle, but his grip tightens, and I realize he’s not letting me go. I struggle to get off him.
“What’s wrong with you?” I demand, yanking my arm, but he won’t release my wrist.
His voice is low and thick. “I want him to smell me on you.”
“So, you are full of shit. You are jealous.” I glare at him, but his expression is granite. No cracks in his façade as he stares me down. Why did I think it was okay between them? They weren’t sharing me like Professor Harmon suggested. She warned me to be watchful, and I didn’t bother to think. And now, I’ve lost control.
“Are you going to have sex with him?” His voice is rough as he forces the words out of his mouth. “Are you going to fuck Pierce?”
“I hadn’t thought about it until you put the thought into my head.” Of course, I’m lying to his face. My bag is packed and waiting upstairs to be put in Pierce’s car. But a meal doesn’t guarantee a fuck. I love sex, but when are they going to learn I’m not a slut?
“Liar,” he whispers.
Bryce lets go of my wrist and grabs my chin, tugging my mouth against his. At first, I struggle and squirm, trying to get off his lap. He better not try anything I don’t want to do. But when his mouth parts my lips, I feel that tingle shoot through me. My body remembers how good it feels when he’s touching me, and it makes me wetter.
I moan against his mouth and relax against his chest. His hard bulge presses against my ass. “Fuck you,” I murmur when Bryce lets my lips go.
He smiles that half-assed grin as his eyes narrow. “He can’t have you until I’ve taken every hole.” His hand works itself between my inner thighs, and I feel a chill as he touches my pussy through my leggings. Bryce kisses me as his fingers stroke me through the fabric. He knows what moves make me wet.
Bryce’s cock is stiffer than steel as I wiggle around on his lap. I tease him, making it push hard against the seam of his jeans. I place my hand underneath my ass, smoothing my fingertips along his rigid lines.
“What are you wearing?” He frowns at my top. “Is this your best attempt to look like a virgin?”
“Don’t sass me,” I smirk. “Or I’m gone.”
He grabs the hem. “Just take it off.”
