“Yes.” She tries to speak but it’s muffled by my palm.
“That’s my girl.” I moan in her ear. “That’s. My. Fucking. Girl.”
And when I pinch her clit, that’s all it takes to shatter the levee. Sam thrashes against me, and her pussy convulses, milking me. A soft cry escapes her just as her body falls limp. But I manage to hold her up, still fucking her at the same time. But I don’t stop stroking, and I don’t stop petting until she’s damn near crying for me to give her a break.
She looks so good like this, wholly sated, completely spent but still in position for me. My grip tightens on her hips, nails digging into her skin as the pressure builds in my gut, and white explodes across my vision. But it’s the moment she does a Kegel with me buried deep inside that does me in. Quickly, I pull out only seconds before thick ropes of cum cover the back of her thighs.
“Shit,” I breathe out and plant a kiss to the side of her head. “That was fucking amazing.”
Sam doesn’t speak; only a nod tells me she agrees.
Once I’m sure she can stand on her own, I let her go and bring my soaked fingers to my mouth and lick her juices off them.
“Mm. You even taste like Sunshine.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
BRYDEN (MOUNTAIN)
We’ve been here over an hour, the party nearly at capacity now. It’s been a few days since I let them convince me to go along with this asinine plan.
Breaking into the chancellor’s office? I’ve never broken into anything in my life. Haven’t even been grounded before, always following the rules. But here am, stepping completely outside of myself because there’s no way I could sit this out.
All I know is that if Sam is in any kind of danger, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. Including risking expulsion. Because that’s absolutely what’s going to happen if we get caught.
But if all goes as planned, Alex will sneak in, clone the files, and get out before anyone notices we’re gone. Gracie’s supposed to keep an eye on the party and signal to Kane if the chancellor or anyone else for that matter comes that way, while Alex, Sam, and I search the office.
Speaking of Sam, I throw my gaze around, checking to see if she’s finally arrived. She and Gracie sent us ahead of them so they could take their time getting ready. Besides, people would be suspicious if all five of us arrived at the same time, perhaps a dead giveaway.
She’s nowhere in sight, though. Removing my phone from the inside pocket of my red and black blazer, I check to see if she texted. She hasn’t.
Bryden:Are you here?
I hit send and glance around. It’s crowded, the faces of everyone but who I want to see line my vision. Jackson’s here. My jaw clenches at the sight of him.
It’s been hard not confronting him, but I made Sam a promise, and I don’t break my word. Beside him are his brother and their group of flunkies. Christina and her friends are a few feet away at the open bar.
My phone vibrates and I peer down at it.
Collins:Gracie and I just parked out front. I’ll come find you.
I stuff the phone back in my pocket as someone taps me on the shoulder. It’s one of the senators. He comes to every party and never misses a game.
“Congratulations. Can’t wait to see you boys crush the conference.”
“Yes, sir,” is all I give, accompanied with a grateful nod.
He moves, turning his attention to a local businessman. They shake hands, moving on as if there isn’t anyone else around them. People sway around me while my eyes find Alex across the way.
Clearly, he’s being forced into a conversation with his dad and one of the donors, if the snarl on his mug is saying anything. He brings a tumbler to his lip, stopping mid-sip as he stares off in the distance, obviously distracted by something.
I follow his gaze, and the moment I see what he sees, the whole world stops. The room quiets—at least it does for me. Sam stands in the foyer with Gracie at her side. She’s peering around, nervous but also the most beautiful woman in here.
And that dress—God, that dress. It’s black, and simple, but perfect for her. It hugs her waist like it was stitched together on her body, then flares out at her hips with subtle ruffles. It’s effortless, stopping just above her knee, showing off surprisingly toned legs. And the heels she’s wearing look like sin. The kind of sin I’ll never recover from.
My jaw ticks and I tell myself to look away, but I can’t.
It should be a crime to want someone as bad as I want her. I’ve tried to ignore the feeling, tried to pretend we were nothing more than friends. But that ship sailed the first time she smiled at me.
