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“I want to know the answer to that question as well. When and where did you fuck Callum? You never said a word about it,” Danica screeches.
A large crowd has surrounded us, Cecelia’s eyes looking all around as if trying to plan her escape without answering. Her face is so red it looks like she is close to passing out. Finally, she mumbles out, just loud enough that those of us standing immediately around her can hear.
“We didn’t fuck.” She pauses, her hands ringing together. “I…I blew him…in the bathroom…in one of the buildings near the gym.” Cecelia takes a breath and suddenly raises her voice, pointing accusingly in my direction. “When he came, he called your name.”
As Cecelia’s words filter through the haze of anger, a fresh round of laughter bubbles up in my chest. This time, Kassidy joins in, and we end up holding each other up as our laughter overtakes us. Those around us join in, pointing fingers at the pathetic girl. Danica and Cecelia start arguing. As they continue, the two of us use the distraction to slip away through the crowd, giggling the entire way.
CHAPTERFORTY-EIGHT
Iam not sure what Kennedy and Kassidy got up to yesterday when they went to lunch, but Kennedy came back in a better mood than she had been in weeks.
Once Kennedy returned, we went to her dorm room to pack the rest of her stuff. My anger spiked seeing her side of the room trashed. As we cleaned up, she explained that this was the worst it had been all semester. The mattress was slashed, as well as the pillows, stuffing from both covering every surface. The drawers of her desk were pulled out, and the contents littered the area as well.
The few clothes and belongings she still had in the closet were also strewn about. I texted the guys, and one of them contacted Gage to come up and document it so that Kennedy wouldn’t get into trouble for it. We made sure to take a ton of pictures before we touched anything. It took much longer to get her things packed as we had to check for damage.
Next semester will be better. We have signed a lease, and the six of us will be sharing a three-bedroom apartment adjacent to campus. Yes, Kassidy is moving in with us as well. Gareth already has noise-cancelling headphones ordered for her. We know that Kennedy will be spending most of her time in one of our beds but having them living together might keep them home instead of spending so much time in the library.
Once we finished on the third floor, we moved all of Kennedy’s boxes to our room. While she has a car here on campus, we didn’t want to leave it parked overnight in case someone broke into it. It is bad enough she lost some bedding and pillows. Mr. Worthington arranged for someone to meet us in the morning to return our belongings, including Kennedy’s and her car, to his house. After we return from Pennsylvania, we can sort through everything and get ready to move into our new place.
We each have a suitcase and a carry-on packed. The carry-on is a garment back holding the suits for the guys and dresses for Kennedy. I hate putting on a suit, but it is required for us to look the part for the press and the judge. We already expect the press to be relentless, worse than they were for the preliminary trial. Mr. Worthington has had someone tracking the media circus surrounding the trial. It was leaked to the press about the additional charges against her father for the death of Kennedy’s mother, Hillary.
To mislead the press, Mr. Worthington has a person pretending to be Kennedy booked on a commercial flight to Pittsburgh International Airport. Since we are taking a private plane, we are flying into the Allegheny County Airport. Kennedy explained that the county airport is like comparing apples to oranges against Pittsburgh International. While the county airport can handle large planes landing and takeoff, it primarily deal with personal aircraft. She also told us that the airports are miles apart from each other. Driving from one to the other takes at least an hour if someone has fed the tunnel monster, whatever that means.
Gareth called his dad when we saw Kennedy’s mood take a nosedive. We explained the situation and requested a small surprise for Kennedy, which he agreed to, and we made the necessary arrangements.
We have been up since Kennedy’s alarm went off at five o’clock. I don’t get up that early for classes, so it’s especially difficult to get up that early on a Saturday. Ashton and Rodney made a coffee run but have yet to get back.
Since our morning will consist mostly of moving boxes, and the afternoon will consist of flying, my clothes are simple and comfortable, consisting of jeans and a Henley. Kennedy warned us that we could face several seasons of weather, even if it is December.
She is becoming a nervous wreck the closer we get to departure time. She has been fussing from room to room, ensuring our suitcases are packed with what she feels we will need.
Gareth has been distracted by his dad, checking our travel arrangements and ensuring we all understand what to do if the media shows up. Kennedy starts rushing past me again, and my arm slings out, gripping her by the waist. Pulling her underneath me on the bed, she squirms.
“Callum, what are you doing? Let me up,” she says urgently.
She continues to squirm, so I cover more of her body with my own. Making my voice as soothing as possible, my words halt her movements.
“Duchess, you need to settle down. We are fine. There are stores in Pittsburgh, right?” Arching an eyebrow at her, waiting for her response, fire blazes in her eyes.
“Well, of course, there are. What does that have to do with anything?” Kennedy says, her voice full of sarcasm.
Running my finger through the crease between her eyebrows at the top of her nose, my voice softens. “It means that if we have forgotten anything, we can go out and buy it.”
Her body deflates. Deciding that she needs a distraction, one of my hands moves to her waist, pulling her T-shirt out of the waistband of her pants. Kennedy tries to stop me, but I pin her wrists to the mattress with my other hand.
Once her shirt is loose, I push it up, exposing her body to me. My fingertips gently brush along her sides, causing her to shiver. Pulling the cup of her bra down, I suck on her nipple, causing her back to arch off the bed. Her breathing has picked up, and a slight blush covers her face and neck.
“Keep your hands above your head, Duchess. If you move them, this stops,” my voice is stern.
Brushing a soft kiss on her lips, Kennedy nods. Continuing my path down her neck, nibbling my way down her torso. She is dressed in a pair of those damn yoga pants, which today works in my favor.
“Lift your hips, Duchess.”
Kennedy follows my instructions and lifts her pelvis high enough to allow me to slide her pants and underwear down her legs, exposing her pretty pussy to me. The pink flesh is already glistening with evidence of her arousal. Moving one of her legs over my shoulder it opens her up to me completely.
I run a finger through her folds, spreading her wetness around. My tongue slides from the bottom of her slit to the top, using my thumbs to separate her flesh as I feast. Taking her clit between my teeth and sucking hard, Kennedy lets out a moan that no doubt Gareth can hear in the other room.
Sliding two fingers inside her channel, massing her outer wall as I suck on her nub, Kennedy forgets my rule, reaching out and grabbing two handfuls of my hair. She uses her grip to pull my head closer to her body, directing me where she wants me. We are typically the ones to take charge in the bedroom, but it’s obvious she needs this.
