Chapter 15
Matt
Iwas hard again whenI woke the following day, and thoughts of Renee still poisoned my mind. This time, I didn’t rush out of bed and instead headed to the shower to relieve myself. I saw Renee’s face in my mind as my cock throbbed in my hand. I closed my eyes, allowing the hot water to brush over my face as I finally came to a release. It wasn’t the same as fucking a woman, and it definitely was not the same as fucking Renee, but it would have to do until I got the opportunity to put her in her place ... in only the best of ways.
As I was getting dressed, an alert on my phone pinged, and I picked it up to read it. It was from my mom.
How is school? Things are quiet here without you.
My mom was the reason I hesitated to go to college in the first place. Because when I wasn’t there for her, nobody was. Despite myself, a stupid grin crawled over my face, and I texted her back, making a mental note to call and check in with her later.
I slipped the cell phone into my pocket and headed downstairs, meeting Aaron in the kitchen.
“Sup, man?” he said, handing me a to-go cup of coffee. The room smells like weed; he’d been toking up again. I didn’t mind it, but Jake fucking hated it. “Ready to get to class?”
“Fuck, no,” said Jake, coming down the stairs still zipping his pants. “No one actually wants to go to class, dude.”
“I do,” Aaron said, brow furrowing. “I think it’s interesting.”
Jake stopped at the bottom of the stairwell and raised his head like a bloodhound, sniffing around. Then, his eyes landed on Aaron, who shrugged innocently.
“Fucking A, dude, keep that shit to yourself. I’m going to school to be a cop, man, and you’re a fucking criminal.”
“It’s legal here,” Aaron reminded him, but Jake ignored this.
“And don’t try to kid yourself. You only wanted to go to class to see Renee.”
“Kind of like you did last night?” I asked, and that shut Jake up at once. As I watched him gather his bag from the hallway closet, I didn’t like the slight smirk playing on his lips.
He was hiding something.
Something about Renee.
The three of us walked to our Fucking Class together, and Aaron rambled about something useless the entire time. Jake was quieter than usual, and that sneaking suspicion I had about him and Renee only deepened as we got to class and found Renee already there, sitting at the lab table, head hovering over her open textbook, hair falling down her chest, brushing the tops of her breasts in a low-cut shirt.
“Damn,” I murmured with a low whistle. “That shirt does her good.”
“Who says that, man?” asked Jake, scoffing. “Grow the fuck up.”
Aaron and I are too shocked to say anything to this because Jake has never tried to put me in my place, especially over a comment about a girl. Usually, it was him running the commentary.
