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“Yeah, I know,” I breathe, and attempt to settle him a little. “...but they did touch me.”
I fight my grin, but it spreads rapidly, and Ransom growls playfully, gripping my hand before it can fall and pinning it above my head as he climbs on top of me.
My legs decide to fall open for him and he eases between them, his cock hard and ready and gliding along the thin fabric of my sleep shorts.
He grips the blanket, tugging it up over our heads, and I briefly register the lights in the room dimming as the volume on the TV grows louder.
Ransom smirks, freeing himself from his sweats and pushing my shorts aside, the head of his hard-on teasing my entrance.
“You shouldn’t have let me fuck you.”
I push into him, sucking in his tip and trying for more of his length. “Why not?” I pant.
“Because I don’t see how I can ever stop.” He stares at me, right into my eyes.
My sharp ache hits my ribs, twisting and tightening my lungs, but it’s confusing because my mind is full of him.
He said he can’t stop, but it’s only the end of October.
We have time for this.
For us.
My palms plant on his chest, wrapping around his back, and I pull him to me, whispering against his lips, “So don’t.”
Closing the door behind him, Ransom reaches over, lifting his backpack and my bag from the back seat, but when I reach out for it, he glares and hooks it over his arm.
Grinning. Face forward, we head toward the school. With Arsen and Beretta at our sides, we climb the first steps, where Scott, Dax, and a few others stand, chatting. Amy and Sammie among them.
I wait for Ransom to grow stiff at my side, but he doesn’t, not even when their heads do a double take as they notice we’re approaching.
Amy is trying to keep from frowning, but a smirk plays on her face, as if she’s still winning—as if this is a contest—since she had him alone and assumes I haven’t.
Sure, she screwed him once where no one could see, but there’s a difference.
She never had him; she merely fucked him.
I’ve had him twice and I have him now.
Ransom chooses the moment we are but two steps from passing them to slip his hand into mine, pull it to his lips and bite at my knuckles.
I couldn’t hold my grin in if I tried, and I don’t care to.
I do meet Amy’s eyes, and I could laugh at the wide, sheer shock in them.
I lift my hand, waving with my fingers like a spiteful bitch, but I don’t care.
Yesterday, I made a choice in front of everyone, my place in their world, my world, or another.
I chose them.
I chose him.
The thing about spoiled, holier-than-thou teenagers is they never acknowledge a loss for what it is, but pretend the situation, whatever it may be, is the one they favor.
The boys and I have become invisible, or so the others wish us to believe, when it’s obvious they stare from the corners of their eyes, continuing to do so as the day goes on.
At lunch, when Ransom’s body frames mine on the back of the bench-style seat, they make it a point to face the opposite direction. They couldn’t possibly be caught staring, that would be admitting it bothers them that I’m no longer sitting at their table where, as the unspoken rule goes, my bank account deems I belong.
Cali and Jules seem to be the exception, but even so, they stick to ‘their people’.
I look from Arsen to Beretta, who sit close to each other, laughing and joking, and Arsen catches my eye, nodding his chin, so Beretta turns to look at me, but he can’t keep himself from looking up at Ransom.
I’m not sure what he sees, but he grins, and then gives his attention to me.
“Yes, Trouble?” He smiles and mine follows.
“You know,” I begin, replaying the sight of them yesterday. “I kind of thought you’d be the alpha.”
Beretta laughs loudly, his grin deepening. “I can be, if he wants me to be.” His smirk is as naughty as a man can muster, and I almost blush. “But I am a lover and he’s aggressive, but in a good way.”
I pull my lips in, nodding. “So...”
Arsen chuckles, pushing on Beretta’s chest so that he leans his back against the table, allowing Arsen to see me better.
Beretta’s smile is teasing. “You must have a sex question, your chest is getting red. You embarrassed?”
“No!” I laugh. “I’m not... but do you care if I ask something, though?”
They grin at each other, looking back with a shrug. “Go for it.”
“When you aren’t with Ransom, like when he no longer needs your help, will you still sleep with women, or do you guys already, when it’s just you two?”
