I set her on the ground and held the phone up to my ear. “Yeah?”
“Don’t, yeah, me,” Bastian hissed, his words slightly slurred. “I haven’t heard from you in two hours.”
He sounded a little drunk.
“I’m with Alex. She’s okay.”
Alex tapped my arm. “Who is that?”
“Is that my sweet Cherry?”
“It’s Bash.”
She held out her hand. “Let me talk to him.”
I handed her the phone. “Hey.” A smile turned up the corners of her mouth. “Yeah, I miss you. Duh. Why didn’t you come with Damian?”
As I tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up, I watched the joy spread across her face.
“I want to see you.” A pause. “Um, okay.” Her eyes flicked up at me. “He’s calling us on FaceTime.”
She raised the screen in front of her face and smiled as Bash appeared. I moved beside her so he could see both of us.
“Hey, D. Are you taking good care of our girl?”
“Of course.” I winked. “She just came all over my cock.”
“What?” His eyes widened in shock. “Please tell me you didn’t.”
“We didn’t have sex,” Alex explained. “But I got to feel Damian inside me.”
“We will talk about this later,” he snapped at me, his eyes hooded from drinking too much.
He looked so fucking hot, spread out on the bed, shirtless and with his caramel brown hair all messed up like he’d been tugging at the ends.
We shared an off-campus house at Harvard University, where other Knights lived with us. I hated sharing space with strangers. But it was all part of The Devil’s Knights’ bonding experience.
“I want to see you in person, Bash.”
“Baby, I’m drunk and can barely walk down the stairs.” He leaned back on a stack of pillows, holding the phone. “Another time, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “But it better not be two more years from now. I’m sick of waiting around for you.”
“It won’t be,” he promised. “I miss you, Cherry. Every single day, I’m here, and you’re there. I think about your wet, tight pussy every time I jerk off. Think about your sexy lips and those big tits. Fuck, baby. You look so hot.”
She giggled, a blush dusting her cheeks. “I’m not even dressed up and don’t have on any makeup.”
“You don’t need it. My dick is hard just looking at you.”
“Bash,” Luca yelled from a distance before barging into his room, slamming the door so hard it hit the wall. “Get downstairs. This isn’t fucking playtime.”
“Luca,” Alex said in a hopeful tone.
Bash turned the phone around so she could see Luca, who looked like he was ready to explode with rage. He inched toward the bed, his dark blue eyes wide with fury.
“You broke my fucking rules, asshole.”
He snatched the phone from Bash’s hand.
