How many times can a guy get off in a night? Do I really want to find out?
Movement draws my attention when Caden comes out of the bathroom. He glances at Luke and then at me. His face transforms with a wide grin as he heads my way.
My insides spark to life. Guess I might find out.
“What are you reading, little nympho?” Caden crashes down on the bed beside me. I nearly tip over but stay upright.
“Homework.” I’m still feeling a little put off since they went silent on me.
Caden runs his hand over my thigh and teases the hem of my sleep shorts. “We won’t let you go. You know that, right?”
His green eyes look into mine. A shiver races down my spine. Part of me fears I won’t be enough. Part of me is being realistic. They’ve never held onto anyone for any length of time. What makes me special? Because I was untouched?
And the biggest part of me doesn’t want to buy into this fantasy. To hope for more. To dream bigger.
To crash and burn when they leave me in their dust.
There’s determination in Caden’s eyes. So maybe for a minute, I play into his fantasy. It’s better than reading my textbook.
“Explain to me how this fantasy of yours is supposed to work.” I set my book to the side and lean back on my hands.
Caden’s gaze drops to my breasts, and they tighten in anticipation. When my nipples poke at my thin sleep tank, he licks his lips.
I need therapy, because I kind of want to go again.
Caden tugs my arm, so I fall back on the bed beside him. He doesn’t roll over me or move at all. We lie there, side by side, looking up at the ceiling.
“You want our story, little nympho? Our fairy tale ending?” Caden clears his throat. “We fuck our way through our senior year.All of us get into multiple colleges, but only one is the perfect fit for us.”
“What university would be perfect for all of us?” I ask with a little attitude, because he’s talking about six people here. We’re in the same high school because we live in the same town, not because we share similar interests.
“One that feeds into a law school for Eli. Has an excellent engineering school for Jack. Business school for me and Luke to appease our fathers. A Division I school for us to continue to play football if we want. A fine arts school and liberal arts for you and Nico to decide what you really want to do.”
He says that like it’s so easy to find one that would work for all of us and admit us. “That’s five different colleges within a university. Most schools excel at a few, but not all of them.”
“So negative, little nympho.” He takes my hand and threads our fingers together. His warmth beside me draws me, and I rest my head against his shoulder. “Dream bigger. We spend four years getting our undergrad, and most of us will do a master’s in five. So it makes sense for us to buy a house or condo to live near campus for those years instead of paying rent.”
“Now are we all chipping in for this condo, or are we relying on our parents to pay?” Because I don’t have the money they have access to.
“No worries. My trust fund will buy it as an investment property for the future.” Caden squeezes my hand. “Now, we’ll wait to get you pregnant, of course.”
“Of course.” I roll my eyes. He wants me to have ten kids after all.
“Because you’ll want to get settled into your career before taking time off.”
“Who says I’ll want to take time out of my career to raise kids?”
“You’ll have five husbands. We’ll work from home and trade off who has to stay home with the kids. You just have to take off time to give birth.”
“To a football team worth of kids,” I scoff.
“We can work out the number later. But think of how nice it will be to have a big family. Christmas morning with a gang of little feet creeping down to see what Santa brought them.”
“I suppose you’ll play Santa.” I smile because his imagination is taking root in my brain and I can see a passel of dark-haired and blond children sneaking down to watch their dad putting presents beneath the tree.
It’s an illusion. This perfect fantasy where we grow into adults and spend the rest of our lives together. Caden’s missing one thing out of his fantasy. One thing that would hold me tighter than any vow.
Love.
