Don’t cry. Whatever you do. Don’t fucking cry.I snapped at the sheets, shoving them off me. Then I got out of the bed, realizing I was still wearing my heels. I kicked them off and searched for my dress. When I found it, I snatched it off the floor, but I wouldn’t put it on. Not without a decent bra. “You know what, Slasher? Fuck you. You come in here, rip underwear I love so much, then show me a human side, something vulnerable and real and heart melting only to crap all over it and ruin a perfect night. All that for what? Because of your fucking ego? Well, fuck that, too.”
“You swear like a biker now, Professor. Careful. You don’t wanna be dragged down with us. The low lives that are good enough for your pussy but not for your big ass prestige.”
“Fuck you. Again.”
His eyes shot daggers at me as he shrugged into his jacket. “I think you’ve done enough of that. Because that’s exactly what you did. Fucked me.”
He started with his shoes. What, he was just going to leave?
When he was done, he headed to the door without a word. I plopped on the edge of the bed, shielding my body with my dress, watching him leave.
“Haven’t you thought about your brother at all?” He stopped but didn’t turn to face me. “What would he do when he knew you fucked the whole gang?”
“Don’t you think that’s a little hypocritical? You weren’t asking me this question whenyourcock was involved. What difference does it make if it’s only you or them too?”
“I’m Prez. I’m his fucking maker.”
“And they’re his brothers in arms. His best friends. Rank doesn’t matter when it comes to his sister’s pussy,Prez.”
CHAPTER 38
VIXEN
DECEMBER 22ND
Ugh.
That was the past three weeks in a nutshell.
Russell got his fucking award.
It had been snowing half of the time, and I’d been hurling my guts with the stomach flu. The cold bit my ass and hurt my nipples. Not in the good way a certain douche of a vampire would.
I hadn’t moved back in the old house completely. The idea of sleeping in the same bed—my bed—Slasher had been sleeping and fucking and farting nauseated me. And made me wet. Even though I’d stripped it, burned everything and got a new mattress, I swore his smell still lingered in the furniture.
Slasher and I barely exchanged a handful of words after that night. Comprehensible. But whom I didn’t understand was Inferno. He was avoiding me like a plague.
Malcolm was always there. Always. Needless to say, I didn’t get a chance to play with the beasts again. I started to think my brother had his suspicions. Slasher wouldn’t have told him or he’d incriminate himself. Maybe it was just a brother’s intuition.
But…Malcolm wasn’t here. I could get naughty at my office all I wanted if I was careful enough not to get caught. Not by my boss—the devil didn’t care—but my rival nemesis twatwaffle.
And I had been.
A mischievous grin forced itself on my mouth as I remembered Luke pretending to drop a pen under my office only so he could spread my legs, and his sneaky tongue could slither down my panties and into my pussy.
And Carter leaning over as he stood next to my chair, showing me a passage in his paper while his other hand was in my bra.
My pussy clenched, and my swelling breasts needed a squeeze. I’d been ridiculously horny lately. Despite the anxiety and the remnants of the stomach flu, today was no exception.
I glanced at my watch. 12:22 p.m. The board meeting that determined who was the new Head of Department would finish in eight minutes. All of a sudden I needed to puke.
My former bosses had sent their perfect recommendations. Reports were excellent. The polyamory paper was being published next year. My performance in a month and a half had been great according to Pattison. And he liked me. So did my students, and I wasn’t just talking about Carter.
Overall, I should be positive my chance to get the job was huge. But Russell had impeccable records as well, had been here longer, was an expert on hiding his shitty morals, appearing to be employee of the year all the time, and was recently awarded an Excellence in Teaching award. I should have applied for the stupid award.
My heart thudded when Pattison’s text vibrated in my pocket. Without having to look, I knew it was him calling us in for a meeting. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin.
I met Russell outside Pattison’s office. He adjusted his suit and smirked at me. Rolling my eyes, we entered together.
