I’ve got a good rhythm going, alternating between sucking her clit and plunging my tongue into her wet heat, when the sound of a key turning in the door makes me fly off the bed. I throw a sheet over Emily and hunt for my clothes.
Her blue eyes are huge as she clutches the sheet to her chest.
I grab a pair of sweats off the floor, but it’s too late.
Sam barrels in, completely out of breath. When he takes in the scene, his mouth falls open. He quickly averts his eyes, looking at the side of the room. “Have you heard?”
I manage to pull my sweats on.
Emily tugs the sheet up to her neck, remaining calm and attentive as she asks, “What happened? Did Wes get arrested?”
Sam flicks on his computer, taps a few keys, and a video brightens the screen. “Wes is in jail.”
Hallelujah.
Emily squeals, dropping the sheet in her excitement, exposing her perfect tits. “For real?” She jumps up and into my arms buck-ass naked. “Oh my God. Did you hear that, Adam?”
“You need to put some clothes on,” I whisper in her ear.
“I agree,” Sam says, not turning around yet, being the perfect gentleman. He clearly has supersonic hearing.
I can’t say for sure the last time Sam has gotten laid. We don’t talk about sex much, and he hasn’t dated any girl since he came to CU. I pray one day he finds a girl who will rock his world like Emily has rocked mine.
Emily slides down my body, taking her sweet time and cupping my junk along the way.
“Tease,” I mouth at her as blood rushes to my cock.
Emily dresses as fast as she can before rushing over to Sam to read what’s on the screen. “This says he was arrested yesterday. What the fuck? How come we’re just getting wind of this now? I even eavesdropped on my mom’s conversation last night, hoping I’d hear something.”
I want to know too. Sam was supposed to have tabs on Wes.
Sam pops to his feet, his face beet red. “Sit, Em.”
She takes his seat and starts reading the page he brought up from a local news station. “Weston Blakely, a pre-law student at Cypress University, was arrested last night on multiple charges of gang rape and sexual assault.” She goes quiet for a minute. “Holy crap. Two girls aside from Kim came forward. I have to call Kim.” Just then her phone goes off.
Then my phone pings.
It’s Carter. “Did you see the news?”
Emily is talking at the same time, and Sam’s blue eyes are bouncing between Emily and me with a look I can’t quite figure out.
“Yeah, man. It’s fucking fantastic, but can I call you later?”
“Sure,” Carter says and hangs up.
I pocket my phone and walk to Sam. “You okay? You seem a little out of sorts.”
“I’m cool,” he says. “Glad this Wes shit is over.”
“How come you didn’t know when it happened?” I ask.
“Wes’s old man kept the whole thing from going public. And since the police confiscated Wes’s computers and phone, I couldn’t do a thing. But I found out Wes’s crew got tagged too.”
Emily is listening to her caller, smiling and bouncing her knee up and down. “I know. Best news ever. I feel like I’m walking on air.”
Shit. I feel like I can breathe again too.
“So,” Sam says. “Did anyone see Emily come in?”
