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Only ten minutes into the ride back to campus, Kennedy is fast asleep.
CHAPTERFORTY-FIVE
The past two weeks have flown by. My midterm grades were almost perfect. Mr. Worthington has done everything he promised. He got me a debit card, giving me direct access to my father’s accounts. He arranged and has been working with a law firm to help my father.
Gareth informed me one night that John Robinson is under investigation for statute violations. He has also been banned from practicing law until a full investigation is conducted.
Danica and the mean girl squad are still at it every change they get. On occasion, my room still gets trashed. The guys have rebutted my accusation of it being them. Since our relationship is better, I believe them. Most of my stuff has moved to the guys’ rooms.
Ashton and Callum are now sharing a closet, giving me the now-empty one. There are days it shocks me that I am in a relationship with four guys. At least, Ithinkwe are in a relationship. When it’s mentioned, their only response is that I am theirs.
We have fallen back into a routine similar to what we had before the midterms. Most nights, Kassidy and I are in the library. Lately, at least two of the guys are there with us and escort us to the dorms.
Kassidy is packing up the rest of her stuff so we can head to the dorms. Stepping outside the library, Gareth and Rodney are waiting for us. Since filing the legal papers with Judge Peters, Rodney has been making more of an effort to spend time with me.
Saying goodnight as Kassidy veers toward her dorm, Gareth and Rodney pin me between their bodies. Having two sets of hands on me at once has my nipple hard. The guys have been great, giving me some space to sort things out. I guess they are done waiting.
Rodney is in front of me, wearing a shit-eating grin on his face. He lets me go, only to start bouncing on the balls of his feet. He is acting like a kid on Christmas morning, making me nervous.
“We have a surprise for you, Duchess,” Rodney states, rubbing his hands together in excitement.
Taking a quick look over my shoulder at Gareth, he feigns innocence, holding his hands up in surrender. The Cheshire cat grin on his face makes me wary.
“Don’t look at me. This one wasn’t my idea. It’s a damn good—it just isn’t mine,” Gareth says, a little too much humor in his tone.
Squinting my eyes at him, not knowing what cryptic bullshit he is spewing. No doubt I will find out soon enough. Gareth takes the backpack off my shoulder as Rodney puts his shoulder around my midsection and lifts me, tossing me over his shoulder. He wraps his arm tightly around my legs as he breaks out into a run, causing me to bounce up and down. I grab onto the waistband of his pants, trying to steady myself. Laughter reaches my ease as we hit the Hearst Hall lobby.
“Rodney, please put me down. All that bouncing is not good on my stomach,” I squeak out.
“Oh shit!”
He immediately sets me on my feet and holds onto me as I wobble, the blood rushing back where it should be after being upside down.
“Sorry, I got overexcited. Are you alright?” Rodney says as he looks me over.
His voice is full of concern. Looking at Gareth, he has a soft smile on his face. We approach their door once we step off the elevator on the fifth floor. But before either of them unlocks it, they put a blindfold over my eyes.
Where did that come from?
Raising my hand to move it, one of them stops the motion. My breathing picks up slightly. Whether it’s anxiety or arousal right now is up for debate.
“Trust us to take care of you, Duchess. You are going to enjoy this,” Rodney purrs in my ear.
A slight creek breaks the silence between us. Rodney, who was in front of me, guides me forward with my hands. Gareth is behind me with his hands on my waist. A click of the lock tells me the door is closed and locked.
“Arms up, Kennedy.”
Oh, that’s Callum. No doubt Ashton is here as well.
My shirt is carefully pulled over my head so the blindfold doesn’t come off. My bra is removed next. Something tight wraps around my body, framing my boobs.
“If you like this, we can do it more often. You can even wear clothes over top of it,” Rodney says.
There is a sensual tone to Rodney’s voice, one that he hasn’t used before. Hands wrap the material around my breasts, making them tight, squeezing them together, and causing them to bulge outward. Other hands start removing the clothes from the lower half of my body.
The four of them have never taken me at the same time like this. The closest we have come is that time they pulled me into that empty classroom, pinning me to the desk. That seems like a lifetime ago. Just remembering that incident has moisture pooling between my legs. Feeling a tap on the outside of my left leg and a call of “lift,” I do as they ask. The action is repeated on my right leg as both my skirt and panties are removed simultaneously, leaving me bare to them.
“You can lower your arms now. Fuck, you look so sexy right now,” Callum purrs.
