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“Shit.” She hisses, tapping something on her screen.
“What is it?” I watch her eyes widen further and then narrow into slits as anger takes over. “Rhee?”
“It’s a message from Julie. It says:Time is running out, Patrice. The guesses are coming in, and someone has guessed correctly. If you don’t want me to reveal your identity on the video, be at the Prison on the weekend. Fuck me over, and you will pay!”
“Fuck!” I bolt upright, too, my gut dropping as Julie’s message sinks in.
“Fucking bitch. If I ever see her again, I’m going to fuck her up!” Rhys snaps before flopping back on her pillow and sighing. “The cops are coming to interview me this morning. I don’t know if I can do it, Marc.” Tears pool in those beautiful chocolate eyes that I adore.
“You can do it. You’ve got this, Rhee. It’s the right thing to do.”
She nods and bites the corner of her lip. “I’m gonna need some extra loving after I speak to them.”
I nod. “And you will have it.”
“And by loving, I mean orgasms. Just so we are clear.”
“Of course.” I chuckle. “As many as you want.”
I reluctantly end our FaceTime call after that because her sister almost breaks her door down, checking to see if Rhys is awake.
The morning at school drags. It doesn’t help that today is the last day before exams, so there’s not much to do, but it mainly drags because we don’t get a glimpse of our girl until recess since she spends the first two periods in her mum’s office answering questions the cops have for her.
I’m glad my suspension is over. I can’t bear the thought of being away from Rhys for too long.
At the start of recess, Rhys messages our group chat, asking us to meet her at the back of the school. By the time me and the fellas turn the corner at the back of the stadium, Rhys is already there, waiting alone on the steps.
I don’t wait for the guys to keep up. I pick up my pace, and when she looks up, I jog the rest of the way, right into her arms as she stands from the steps. Her grip is tight as she wraps herself around me and buries her head in the crook of my neck. Is she crying? I can’t bear to see her cry.
She pulls back first and takes my lips in a hungry kiss filled with so much desperation that I know the interview with the cops was extremely hard on her.
“Rhee,” I mumble into her mouth as we kiss, and she hums in response, so I give her a squeeze. “I got you.”
Her kiss deepens, and I run my hands down over her blazer and kilt to cup her arse and then lift her so she wraps her legs around me. I fucking wish we were alone right now, behind closed doors, so I can give her what she needs. Unfortunately, the faint chattering of Hastings reminds me we are at school out in the open with an audience, so I blindly step forward, climbing a couple of steps, and turn to sit down with Rhys straddling me.
Reluctantly breaking our kiss, I pull back and brush some of Rhee’s escaped hair back off her face. Her buns are in place again like they never disappeared for a couple of days, as too is her heavy makeup. I’m kinda glad. I don’t want all the other fuckers in this school seeing my girl in her natural beauty. Is that weird? Probably.
My eyes roam Rhee’s face, looking for signs of tears, but there are none. If it weren’t for the storm of emotions swimming through those chocolate pools, I wouldn’t know anything is going on with her.
“Wanna tell us what happened?”
She takes a big gulp before dragging her eyes from mine to see Bossi sitting on one side, Cole sitting on the other, and Hastings sitting up a couple of steps behind us.
“Any chance of an orgasm first?” Although her tone is innocent, she looks anything but.
“Not here, Rhee. Maybe after.” I offer, but she frowns.
“All you have to do is slip your hand between us, Marc. I’m already wet. It won’t take long.”
“Fuck man, if you don’t do it, pass her here, and I’ll take care of her.” Bossi nudges my shoulder, and I shoot him a glare.
“No! I’ll take care of her. I just want her to talk to us first.” I turn my gaze back to Rhys, and she pouts.
“If I have to wait, then I want two orgasms before we go to class, even if it makes us late.”
“Deal,” Simon answers for me, and I grin.
“Ok, Rhee. You have a deal.”
