Wasting no time, he parts my thighs wider before thrusting inside me in one confident move. I instantly perk up. My mind might still be sleepy, but my body is fully awake, and he slides in and out of my slick channel with ease. Circling my legs around his waist, I dig my heels into his ass and lift my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. His lips glide up and down my body, worshiping every inch of bare skin as he rocks me into oblivion.
After we’ve showered and dressed in our uniforms, we make our way downstairs holding hands.
Xavier and Sawyer are in the kitchen, heads bent over their laptops, furiously tapping away.
“Morning!” I say cheerily, and Xavier lifts his head, blowing me a kiss. Kai deposits me at the kitchen table before moving to the coffee pot. “How long have you guys been up?”
“Not long,” Sawyer says without looking up. “We’re just checking the camera feeds from Chez Manning to ensure everything is good.”
“And is it?” Kai asks, handing me a mug before claiming the seat beside me.
“Yep,” Xavier says. “Your friend downstairs was carted off in an ambulance at six a.m., and I’m watching email communications between your father’s head of security and the company he used to recruit him. He’s toast. I think we got away with it.”
“Sweet,” Jackson says, ambling into the kitchen in his gray school pants and nothing else. His hair is all messed up, and he’s sporting a thin layer of scruff on his chin and cheeks.
The doorbell pings at that exact moment, and we all share a look. “You expecting anyone?” I ask.
“Nope,” Jackson says on a yawn.
“I’ll get it,” Rick says from the doorway, also yawning.
“Hold up,” Sawyer says. “Let me check with security.” He calls the guard on duty at the door, nodding at Rick as he listens to whatever the guy is saying on the other side.
Rick dumps his duffel bag on the ground before walking in the direction of the front door.
He returns a couple minutes later with Shandra in tow.
“Hey.” She smiles, looking a little unsure as she steps into the room. “I just wanted to drop by and check up on you before school.”
“I’m good,” I say, ignoring the dull ache in my side. The skin on my hip is every shade of blue and purple known to mankind, but there’s no permanent damage so I can’t complain too much.
“You want some coffee?” Jackson asks, holding up the pot.
Shandra’s eyes are out on stilts as she tries her best not to ogle his impressive upper body. “Sure,” she splutters, and I smother a grin.
“Have a seat,” I offer, pulling the empty chair beside me out for her.
She slides into it, shooting me a grateful smile. “I still can’t believe all the shit that went down Saturday night.”
“Just a normal night among the elite,” I quip even though there’s nothing even slightly humorous about it.
“Chad told me what happened,” she adds in a quieter voice. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I lean back against Kai, holding onto his arms as they encircle my waist.
Her eyes pop wide. “So, it’s true? You’ve left Charlie and moved in here?”
“Who told you that?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“Drew!” she blurts. “He, ah, also told me what you did. Requesting Alessandra and I swap fiancés, and I can’t thank you enough.”
“Don’t thank her yet,” Kai says. “Not until you get the official word.”
Jackson hands her a coffee.
She beams at him. “Thanks.”
“You want toast, beautiful?” he asks me, and I nod.
