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“Oh, well, he does talk about them a lot. Never about one more than the other.” He shrugs. “Why?”
“They're in love with him. Actually, in love. And I think also in love with each other.”
Elijah almost spits out his drink and turns his head to see them in the kitchen. “That’s a bit dramatic. Love? I think they just want to fuck.”
“Ugh.” I roll my eyes.
“What? What did I say?” he grumbles.
“Is it so hard to believe people could want to be together for a reason other than sex?” I ask, feeling my cheeks become hot.
“I mean, I guess,” he mumbles as he walks toward the kitchen.
“Hey! Hey! Taylor, let's go up to the theater room and watch a scary movie. Also, let's plan out the fliers for Monday,” Olive yells from the kitchen.
“Yeah,” Stephanie chimes in. “The theater room is definitely the coolest part of the house.”
Olive and Stephanie dash up the stairs with Levi close behind. He follows them like an entranced puppy. Elijah and I tag along, walking across the catwalk and into the large theater room. Stephanie lowers the lights while Olive finds the right movie to watch on the screen.
“I'll design the flier on my phone and text it to everyone,” Stephanie says, taking the spot directly next to Levi on the front row couch.
Olive eventually finds the movie and plops down on the other side of Levi until they’re on both sides of him. I give Elijah a look likeI told you so.
Elijah and I take separate seats at the back of the theater as the intro to the movie starts. I can see the blue phone light glare from the front of the room in Stephanie’s hand. She tosses her phone back and forth between Levi and Olive to confirm everything looks just right. I can't hear their whispers over the speaker behind us, though. I am curious what Levi thinks sitting between the girls instead of next to his friend.
Thirty minutes into the movie, Stephanie sends us a file with the decorated flier in a new group chat. The movie’s predictable, but I can hardly pay attention with the weird energy in the room. Elijah keeps staring at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention. The front group are getting handsy under their shared cover. I'll have to remind myself not to use that blanket next time. I get up and grab a blanket for myself in the cabinets at the back of the room.
“Do you have a printer for the fliers, Taylor?” Stephanie yells.
“Next door, my dad’s office,” I say, standing by the cabinets. The three of them filter out of the room in search of said printer. As I bend down to find the perfect blanket amongst the pile, Elijah walks up behind me.
“What're you doing?” I ask nervously, noticing the distance between us closing as he steps closer to me. I hold the blanket up to my chest, creating a barrier between our bodies. He’s so hot and cold it drives me insane.
I hear a loud thud next door and immediately want to investigate but Elijah takes my arm in his hand, stopping me. “What was that?” I ask.
He holds his finger up to my mouth. “Listen,” he whispers.
Another thud comes from the office then another, followed by moaning.
“Oh my god,” I mouth as Elijah drops his finger. I can hear Stephanie moaning out Levi’s name and Levi’s deep groans. Somewhere in that mix is Olive, watching, playing, fucking. I bite my lip, feeling like I'm invading on something I shouldn't be, listening to a very private moment.
“Should we join them?” Elijah murmurs, leaning his face down to mine.
“N–no,” I stutter, picturing Elijah’s naked body grinding and moaning in a pile of other naked bodies. My pussy starts to pulsate and drip. I clench my thighs, which turns me on even more.
“You wouldn’t want to share me? Is that it, baby girl?” he chuckles darkly.
Olive screams out in pleasure next door and the wetness in my underwear increases. I grab Elijah’s shirt, inhaling his scent, pulling him into me. I hate him, but I love his body. I hate hockey and everything he does. I love his possessiveness. He leans down to kiss me passionately until I'm clawing at his neck for more. His soft lips part, his tongue gently swiping against mine until I’m liquid in his touch. I bite his lip and he snarls, picking me up so I'm face to face with him with my legs wrapping around his torso.
“Naughty girl,” he whispers, his hands cupping my ass.
He sets me down on a lounger and pulls my leggings down, revealing my soaked lacy thong. His hands rest on my thighs, gripping to the point of bruising, as he looks up at me from between my legs and smirks. I hate that fucking smirk.
“Do I make your pussy wet?” he says, staring me in the eyes.
My breathing trembles and I nod. The thunking next door intensifies until it's all I can hear.
He slides his finger across my clit moving my thong to the side and spreading my legs wide open. He delicately kisses my thighs, moving his finger in circles around the sensitive point until I'm a moaning mess. He slips two fingers in my vagina, moving them in and out…in and out…in and out…
