lock
it—not that Marky has ever wandered into my room at night, but
something tells me the odds are a little higher with Laken
here.
“I put the couch together downstairs to make
it look like a body is taking up residence,” I say. “If we hear
Marky scream, we’ll know why.”
Laken plops on my bed with her shoulder
hiked up on one side, her mouth pouting in my direction as if she
were trying to seduce me.
Shit.
I hadn’t noticed she took off her blazer and
unbuttoned her blouse. I can see her pink lace bra peering out, and
my boxers twitch with excitement over what this might mean.
“Do you have a T-shirt I can borrow?” She
bats her lashes at me. “That’s all I really need.”
Things are not going to end well for Wes if
she lounges around on my bed wearing nothing more than a
T-shirt.
I dig out a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt,
guaranteed to cover every square inch of her from the neck
down.
“Socks,” I say, tossing a pair of knee-highs
over in the event she tries to seduce me with her feet. She could.
She’s that damn beautiful.
Laken doesn’t hesitate digging her thumbs
into her skirt and peeling it off.
“Whoa.” I turn around and listen to the
rustle of her clothes as if it held the secret to nuclear
detonation codes. Unfortunately for me, something in my pants wants
to detonate in the worst way possible.
“I knew you were too much of a gentlemen to
watch,” she purrs. I glance up at the blackened glass of the window
and accidentally catch Laken stripping herself clean. Her creamy
flesh glows against the backdrop of night. She pulls her arms
behind her back and unhooks her bra, smooth in one quick stroke,
just the way I imaged in my dreams. Her breasts explode, round and
perky with rose-colored nipples staring back at me as if they knew
what I was up to.
A groan gets buried deep in my chest, and I
try to look away but my eyes have glued themselves to her
reflection.
How the hell am I suppose to sleep next to that ?
The curve of her hip catches my attention as
it shows off her sheer lace panties, and I memorize her form and
beauty for my mental musings—the shower.
Laken pulls on the sweats unceremoniously
and flops back on the bed.
“Coop?”
“Yup?” I say, digging out a pair of sweats
for myself as well. I don’t make it a habit to sleep in anything
other than boxers, but tonight I’m making an exception. I’m sure
Wes would appreciate that. There’s no doubt if Fems are
infiltrating campus that they’re watching us at any given time. Not
that I plan on letting a couple of prying Fems ruin the night.
Nope. Tonight, I’d like to see Laken hone in some serious feelings
just for me, but I doubt that’s possible. Laken has serious
feelings for the Wes she once knew. If Laken and I ever did get
together, she’d still most likely have Wes popping through her mind
in screenshots. She’s in that deep.
“What’s up?” I yank my sleeping bag out of
the closet and lay it over the floor.
“Why is there a Fem parading around as
Hattie Tobias?”
“They want to mislead us.” I shrug. “It’s
probably not too big a challenge for them to figure out what we’re
up to.”
“You said she mentioned she wanted to find
her family.” Laken’s eyes round out.
“I think maybe she wants to get us off
track.”
“Flynn’s ready to go off on his own.” She
blows out an anxious breath. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he were
off in the woods right now.”
Crap. “He’s such a moron,” I whisper,
rubbing my palm in my eye while trying to forget about him and his
impulse decisions that have the power to yank me out of a bedroom
with Laken. “I fully expect a distress text while he’s getting his
brains sucked through his eyeball.”
Laken buries her face in the pillow. Her
sweatshirt rises up her back, and I can make out her underwear
peering over the elastic.
“Tell me that can’t happen.” She takes a
hold of my hand, and pulls me next to her on the
it—not that Marky has ever wandered into my room at night, but
something tells me the odds are a little higher with Laken
here.
“I put the couch together downstairs to make
it look like a body is taking up residence,” I say. “If we hear
Marky scream, we’ll know why.”
Laken plops on my bed with her shoulder
hiked up on one side, her mouth pouting in my direction as if she
were trying to seduce me.
Shit.
I hadn’t noticed she took off her blazer and
unbuttoned her blouse. I can see her pink lace bra peering out, and
my boxers twitch with excitement over what this might mean.
“Do you have a T-shirt I can borrow?” She
bats her lashes at me. “That’s all I really need.”
Things are not going to end well for Wes if
she lounges around on my bed wearing nothing more than a
T-shirt.
I dig out a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt,
guaranteed to cover every square inch of her from the neck
down.
“Socks,” I say, tossing a pair of knee-highs
over in the event she tries to seduce me with her feet. She could.
She’s that damn beautiful.
Laken doesn’t hesitate digging her thumbs
into her skirt and peeling it off.
“Whoa.” I turn around and listen to the
rustle of her clothes as if it held the secret to nuclear
detonation codes. Unfortunately for me, something in my pants wants
to detonate in the worst way possible.
“I knew you were too much of a gentlemen to
watch,” she purrs. I glance up at the blackened glass of the window
and accidentally catch Laken stripping herself clean. Her creamy
flesh glows against the backdrop of night. She pulls her arms
behind her back and unhooks her bra, smooth in one quick stroke,
just the way I imaged in my dreams. Her breasts explode, round and
perky with rose-colored nipples staring back at me as if they knew
what I was up to.
A groan gets buried deep in my chest, and I
try to look away but my eyes have glued themselves to her
reflection.
How the hell am I suppose to sleep next to that ?
The curve of her hip catches my attention as
it shows off her sheer lace panties, and I memorize her form and
beauty for my mental musings—the shower.
Laken pulls on the sweats unceremoniously
and flops back on the bed.
“Coop?”
“Yup?” I say, digging out a pair of sweats
for myself as well. I don’t make it a habit to sleep in anything
other than boxers, but tonight I’m making an exception. I’m sure
Wes would appreciate that. There’s no doubt if Fems are
infiltrating campus that they’re watching us at any given time. Not
that I plan on letting a couple of prying Fems ruin the night.
Nope. Tonight, I’d like to see Laken hone in some serious feelings
just for me, but I doubt that’s possible. Laken has serious
feelings for the Wes she once knew. If Laken and I ever did get
together, she’d still most likely have Wes popping through her mind
in screenshots. She’s in that deep.
“What’s up?” I yank my sleeping bag out of
the closet and lay it over the floor.
“Why is there a Fem parading around as
Hattie Tobias?”
“They want to mislead us.” I shrug. “It’s
probably not too big a challenge for them to figure out what we’re
up to.”
“You said she mentioned she wanted to find
her family.” Laken’s eyes round out.
“I think maybe she wants to get us off
track.”
“Flynn’s ready to go off on his own.” She
blows out an anxious breath. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he were
off in the woods right now.”
Crap. “He’s such a moron,” I whisper,
rubbing my palm in my eye while trying to forget about him and his
impulse decisions that have the power to yank me out of a bedroom
with Laken. “I fully expect a distress text while he’s getting his
brains sucked through his eyeball.”
Laken buries her face in the pillow. Her
sweatshirt rises up her back, and I can make out her underwear
peering over the elastic.
“Tell me that can’t happen.” She takes a
hold of my hand, and pulls me next to her on the
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