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The rest of the day was a total blur. All I could think about was kissing Ethan…and then maybe also what it’d be like to kiss Brodie. Ah hell, I was thinking about a lot more than just kissing, but in my defense, it’d been a long dry spell for me since well before the shooting.
All it took was a little tongue action and my whole libido was revved up and raring to go. Why fantasize about one hot guy when I could imagine two? Or three…as Haze flashed into my head.
By the time I made my way to the cafeteria for a late lunch, I was a horny, flustered mess. Sure that my cheeks were flushed and my lips probably still bearing the evidence of a heavy make-out session, I detoured into the bathroom on my way.
Then stopped dead in my tracks when realized the bathroom was currently occupied. By Laura Sandiconte shirtless, tits out, and on her knees with Andrew’s cock halfway down her throat.
I should have immediately backed out and left—it would have been the polite thing to do regardless of how I felt about Laura. But my feet wouldn’t move. Not even an inch. I stoodthere frozen, staring, as Andrew tipped his head back into the sunlight streaming from the frosted bathroom window, like some sort of renaissance painting.
Laura moaned around her mouthful, and Andrew’s hands tightened in her hair, his hips thrust forward savagely.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” He punctuated the words with thrusts, basically choking her half to death with his cock. His eyes remained closed and the muscles of his forearms—below his rolled-up shirtsleeves—were tightly flexed like he was barely holding on by a thread.
Laura whimpered, gagging, as tears streamed from her eyes, and still…I stood there watching. Like a fucking pervert.
Andrew must have heard that noise and realized he was being too rough, or maybe he was just turned off because he abruptly released her hair and pushed her away.
“Forget it,” he snapped. “I’m not in the mood.”
She immediately grabbed his hips, rising up on her knees to plead with him andthankfullyblocking my view of Andrew’s rapidly wilting erection. “No, baby, don’t be like that. I can be quiet! I swear. No noises. Let me try again, Andrew…please, baby…”
Andrew smacked her hands away from his hips, his eyes snapping open as he glared down at her in disgust. “Donottouch my clothing, Laura. I said I’m not in the—” He cut off abruptly, locking eyes with me.
Crap.
My mouth went dry and my palms instantly turned sweaty and yet I justfucking stood there, unable to move as his eyes widened in surprise but stayed locked on mine.
“See…” Laura purred, fisting his shaft once more. “Youarein the mood after all.”
Oh fuck. Yep, that was what I needed to snap out of it.
Blinking rapidly, I beat a quick retreat, the door slammingbehind me as Andrew let out the most obscenely sexy moan I think I’d ever heard from a man.
Holy fuck. What in the hell was that?
Cheeks burning, I decided to skip dining hall lunch and head straight back to the house. My grocery store visit with Ethan and Connor on the weekend meant we had more than enough food in the kitchen.
How the hell I’d be able to look Andrew in the eye again after that, I had no idea. But at the same time, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. How he’d reacted when Laura put her hands on his hips, no doubt smearing spit and precum on his expensive trousers.
Andrew Knightsbridge, I was coming to realize, wasmorethan just a run-of-the-mill control freak. There was as deeperdesirefor control that had to come from somewhere.
“What are you doing here?”
The grumpy question shocked me out of my downright voyeuristic train of thought, and I shook my head to clear it.
“Uh…” I glanced around at the kitchen of the house that I definitely lived in. “Am I not supposed to be here? You guys made a pretty big deal of the fact that I did…”
Connor glared actual daggers my way, tossing his dirty sponge back into the bucket of water and peeling off the yellow dish gloves he’d been wearing. “I meant, why are you herenow? No one is usually home during the day on Monday.”
I peered at the extensive deep cleaning that he was in the middle of and nodded slowly. “So…you wanted everyone to think that the magical cleaning elves had come while no one was home? I guess your secret is safe with me.”
He said nothing. Just glowered and reached for the can of energy drink sitting on the table.
In an attempt to sidestep the awkward, I opened the fridge and pulled out some supplies to make a sandwich. “Didn’t the school cleaners do all this when we moved in the other day?”
“Not properly,” Connor muttered, pulling his gloves back on. “Look at that water.” He pointed to the soapy bucket, and sure enough, the water was far from clean.
