“Nothing.” My fingers close so hard around the button, the plastic edges bite into my flesh.
She scoffs. “That wasn’t nothing?—“
“It’s over.” I slide my arms around her, crushing her to me so hard she squeals. “It’sfinallyfucking over.”
Chapter 28
Haven
“Chug, chug, chug, chug…”
The thumping bass line and chorus of way-too-fucking-drunk voices fades a little as Kai drags me through the first unlocked door he finds in the upstairs hallway of the Theta Chi frat house.
“Whose room is this?” I slur against his mouth as he kicks the door shut behind us.
“Don’t give a fuck,” he mutters before crushing his mouth against mine again.
Fair enough.
Guess we both used up our last fuck on that fifth round of tequila shots.
Four hours ago, Kai told me his charges had been dropped, and we have to celebrate.
Two hours ago, we ended up at a Theta Chi party because Kruger said there’d be free booze and loud music.
I came willingly enough—we’d almost finished a six-pack by that time—but the farther the Uber took us down Maple Row, the more concerned I became.
This frat house is nothing like the one Kai was staying in.
But, like Kai, I’m all out of fucks, so I don’t care that we’re currently inside a building that looks more like a crack den than a frat house.
His hands are everywhere—under my shirt, down my jeans, tangled in my hair—and I’m grabbing at him just as desperately, both of us crashing into furniture we can’t see in the dark. My hip catches the corner of a desk. His shin connects with what might have been a mini fridge.
“Ow! Fuck?—”
I clap a hand over Kai’s mouth. “Shh, someone’ll hear?—“
“So fucking what?” he growls, and then his mouth is on my neck and I stop caring too.
God, I’m so happy. And horny. But mostly happy.
Kai’s charges are dropped, the case is closed, and for the first time in weeks we don’t have a massive threat hanging over our head, aka Bastian fucking Rooke.
Kai fumbles with my bra clasp, making annoyed growling sounds in the back of his throat like he’s never undressed a girl before.
“Okay, you know what, just—here—let me?—”
Kai cuts me off with a frustrated mutter. “I got it, I got it?—”
I reach back and unhook it myself.
His groan of appreciation when my tits spill free almost makes up for the fact that he immediately trips over someone’s discarded sneaker and takes us both down onto the bed.
“Smooth,” I giggle.
“Shut up.”
He’s on top of me now, grinding against me through our jeans, and I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer.
