Page 101 of Twisted Fate

“Wow, a foursome? Alright, I guess I can roll with that. You want to get on top this time, babe? My back’s a little sore from earlier.”

“Can everyone fucking leave, so I can get laid?” Slash asked dryly, Tyler’s attention turning to him instantly with disbelief.

“You’re fucking her?”

I threw my hands up in the air in defeat and pushed past them all, stalking up to the spare room and slamming the door behind me for good measure.

I was done with men for the night.

“Morning, hot shot,” Hunter grinned as I jammed my books into my locker with more force than necessary, glowering at him instantly.

“Fuck. Off.”

“You still upset about last night? Me too. I was looking forward to burying my tongue so far inside your pussy that…”

Oh, yes fucking please.

Wait, no. I was supposed to be mad, remember?

“Not in the mood,” I growled, slamming my locker with every intention of leaving him standing there, but he gently grabbed my waist and pulled me back with a soft look on his face.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Is your shoulder hurting?”

“My pussy’s angry, now go away,” I bit out with frustration, a dark smirk slowly stretching across his lips.

“Super horny kind of mad, or leaky ketchup bottle kind of mad? Go rub one out in the bathroom if you’re horny.”

“Oh my fucking god, did you just call a period a leaky ketchup bottle? No, that’s not why it’s angry. Also, rubbing one out is not the same. I need a good hard fuck that hurts,” I whisper yelled, his eyes darkening more as he gently pushed me back against the lockers to press against me firmly.

I was too horny not to appreciate it.

“Do you want me to take you to the bathroom and fuck the angry out of you? My schedule’s full, but I’ll wipe it clean for you.”

“We can’t,” I forced out, wondering if it would be worth the trouble to just have a quick round with him.

If he fucked like Skeeter, then I was so fucking down.

Wait, no I wasn’t.

Bad kitty.

“But you still want me to, right?” He winked, managing to force a smile out of me as I swatted his arm.

Cheeky bastard.

He moved his mouth next to my ear and spoke quietly, his hot breath tickling my skin.

“My car has tinted windows, so if you really want…”

Fuck it.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him suddenly, and he did well not to pull back in surprise and just go with it.

So. Fucking. Horny.

His hands tightened on my waist as he took control, turning the kiss into something raw and dirty, smiling against my lips when Tyler spoke from behind us like the cock blocking bastard that he was.

“So, you are fucking him.”