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“Is this what you meant?” I slur, still drunk on bliss. “This kind of teamwork?”
Spencer pushes my hair back and curls around my right side, close to my shoulder. I can feel his cock on my thigh, heavy and hard, but he doesn’t insist.
“All this and more,” he whispers in my ear. “If you’re ready.”
Chapter 17
DIEGO
“Are you sure I should be in here?” she asks me, her eyes darting around the dining room.
The other fraternity brothers swivel their heads and sit up straight to look as all five of us walk in at once.
“It’s dinnertime,” I reply coolly. “Where else should you be? Do you want to go back upstairs and go at it again?”
She blinks several times, smiling sweetly. “Well, what if I do?”
“Then you’re going to need to eat. Keep your strength up,” Spencer advises her.
Lindy bites her lower lip between her straight white teeth. I love it when she does that. It looks like she is holding back something that she wants to say, something delicious. Or like she is holding her breath, trying to savor the moment.
“Over here, Lindy,” Trevor smiles as he holds a chair out for her at one of the long wooden tables in the dining hall.
Lindy strokes his arm as she sits down and allows him to push her chair gently underneath her. Meanwhile, Zeke gets her a glass of sweet tea and Spencer grabs two plates for the salad bar.
“Any allergies?” he asks with one eyebrow quirked.
“Oh, I can do that!” she objects nervously. “You don’t have to. Um…”
“Just let him,” I answer her, stroking her hand until she calms down. “You have to understand how this works.”
Eyebrows up, she stares at me. Just a little while ago, I had her thighs around my ears. We had her shuddering and squealing on the bed, getting into everything that we wanted. Now as I look at her, I can’t help but replay that scene over and over in my mind.
“So, how does it work?” she challenges me softly.
“You’re the boss, remember that,” I smile. “You can back out at any time. Just throw out a flag and we will back off. Understand?”
“And what if I don’t want to do that? What if I don’t, um, throw a flag?”
She wrinkles her nose every time she says something about sports, like it is some kind of foreign language for her.
“As long as you are here, you will be taken care of. Everything you want. Anything you want. We are totally at your beck and call.”
“I hope you like lobster salad,” Spencer smiles as he places the plate in front of her.
It is a selection of spring greens, piled high with marinated olives and artichoke hearts. Tiny, multicolored tomatoes dot the edges, surrounding a beautiful pile of glossy lobster salad.
“What? This is amazing,” she breathes. “This is your salad bar? Here?”
“One of the perks of the fraternity house,” Spencer shrugs. “If you give them enough notice, they can make anything. You should see what they do for birthdays.”
Zeke stuffs his cheek with radish wedges. “What were you expecting?”
She shrugs prettily, shaking her head as though she can’t believe what she sees.
“I’m not sure,” she admits. “More or less the same thing as we eat in the dorm, I guess? But this is way better. We get excited about Sloppy Joes. I’m pretty sure lobster has never walked through the dorm cafeteria before.”
“We come with a lot of fringe benefits,” Trevor smirks knowingly.
