The ‘team bonding’exercise Ford suggested is, predictably, sex.
We get back to the apartment, and at first there’s just this weird, static tension as we all drop our bags and exchange glances. Ava strips off her coat and lingers by the door, fidgeting with her sweatshirt sleeve, hair falling forward to cover half her face. Wes and Ford wander into the kitchen and lean back against the counter, arms folded. I take my spot at the end of the couch and wait, because I already know what’s coming.
Ford’s the first to speak, his grin cutting through the tension like a goddamn machete. “Well?” he asks, arching a brow at Wes, then at me. “Aren’t we gonna do the thing?”
Wes glances at me, jaw tight. “You sure you want to?” he asks, voice pitched low. He means it, but not in the way Ava probably wants him to.
I nod once, not trusting myself to speak just yet. My hands are still bandaged from the fight, but that’s not what hurts. It’s everything else. The shadows, back and darker than ever. The failure in the ring, the lost opportunity from the scout. The knowledge that Ava saw it all– saw me lose, saw me bleed.
Now, she’s the only one who can fix it.
Ford pushes off from the counter, moving toward her with his signature lazy swagger. “You want to make Raf feel better, don’t you?” he croons, slipping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her toward the living room. “Our boy took a beating for you, Ava baby. Least you can do is give him a little treat.”
Ava looks at me, big brown eyes wide, and for a half-second, I almost want to let her off the hook. Almost. But then I see the faintest flicker of something on her face, the subtle arch of her eyebrow that says she’s not quite as innocent as she seems.
Ford nudges her forward, and she climbs onto my lap, straddling my waist and looping her arms around my neck. Ford grins in satisfaction, sliding in next to us and stretching his arms along the back of the couch, making a show of how he doesn’t give a fuck about personal space.
Wes lingers in the kitchen, but I can feel his eyes on us, hungry and wary all at once.
Ava leans in, and I grab a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back so I can get a better look at her. She flinches, just barely, but then she pushes her tits against my chest, and the heat of her skin through my t-shirt makes me want to rip it off and tear her apart. I crush my mouth to hers, sinking my teeth into her lower lip until she gasps. “You wanna make me feel better?” I murmur into her mouth.
She nods, her breath hitching.
“Then do it.”
I shove my tongue past her lips, and she moans, melting into the kiss. She tastes like coffee and fear– my favorite flavor. The heat of her pussy rides right over my cock as she grinds harder against me. I keep one hand tangled in her hair, the other squeezing her thigh hard enough to bruise. I want to leave marks all over her. I want everyone on campus to know exactly who the fuck she belongs to.
“Fuck, you two are hot together,” Ford groans from beside us, and I flicker a glance his way to see he’s already pulled his dick out, stroking it lazy and slow. “Keep going.”
A chuckle rumbles in my chest as I break the kiss and pull back, just to fuck with him. Ava sucks in a breath, blushing furiously, blinking at me like she’s fucking desperate for approval.
“You like that?” I muse, cocking a brow. “You like being watched?”
Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, but she doesn’t look away. “Maybe,” she whispers boldly.
I slide my hands up her belly, palming her tits. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sweatshirt she threw on before leaving is thin. I squeeze them through the fabric, thumbing her nipples until she whimpers.
Wes finally moves in closer, circling around to stand behind the couch. “You sure you wanna take all of us?” he asks, but his voice is already rough, barely hiding how much he wants in.
Ava’s eyes flick up to him, and then to Ford, then back to me. She nods, acting tough, but I can feel her heart pounding through her ribs.
I grab the hem of her sweatshirt and yank it off, baring her tits. Then I duck my head, licking and biting at one while my hand kneads the other. She arches against me, hands clutching my shoulders, digging her nails in.
Ford leans over, licking his lips. “Let me see,” he rasps, and I pull her to the side, showing her off.
He whistles again. “God, you’re pretty,” he purrs, and Ava bites her lip, smirking back at him.
Wes reaches out, brushing her hair off her neck, and then slides his palm down her spine. He takes it slow, savoring it, and she shivers again, goosebumps prickling her skin.
She squirms on my lap, working herself up, rubbing her cunt against the hard bulge in my jeans.
“Greedy little slut,” I chuckle, squeezing her ass.
“You’re the one who started it,” she huffs, a spark of fight in her eyes.
Good.
I want her fighting back.
