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I toss my head back and moan.

“You naughty fucking girl,” Elijah growls. “Keep coating my fingers in your cum.”

Breaths shudder out of me, and I shiver as the last of my orgasm fades. I whimper when he pulls his fingers out of me and pops them into his mouth.

Elijah and I stare at each other in silence. I hold my breath, waiting for him to say or do something more.

I wiggle in his grasp, realizing what something more would mean. The movement drags my sensitive core against his erection. Elijah sucks in a breath and fists my hair at my nape. He rocks his hips against mine in slow, hard thrusts.

“Be careful, baby,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire, “or you’ll find yourself bent over, taking every inch of my cock.”

“Aren’t you ashamed?”

I know I am. I can’t believe I just did that with him.

His chuckle comes out low, dark, and sinful. He grinds his erection against my pussy. “Does this feel like I’m ashamed?”

I swallow hard and barely shake my head.

His smirk lasts for a second before he blinks and it’s gone. His eyebrows pinch together as if he’s finally realizing what we’re doing, and he drops me to my feet.

“To answer your earlier question,” he says, “I came here to tell you that you’re riding with us back home.”

“But I don’t want to.”

He whips the shower curtain to the side and steps out. His uniform sticks to him like a second skin, and he drives his fingers through his hair to get the wet strands out of his face.

“Don’t care,” he says with a shrug. “Get dressed and meet us outside.”

He turns to look at me. His gaze drops down my body, taking in every naked inch before he smirks and leaves me alone in the bathroom.

All of that just happened so he could tell me that I’m leaving with him and Asher?

“You could have waited to tell me that!”

My face heats; even my ears burn from embarrassment.

The door thudding shut is Elijah’s answer to my outburst.

I know that jerk heard me.

And now I don’t know if I can face him again.

The car ride home will be awkward. It will be hard to avoid thinking about what just happened. And how the hell will I be able to look at Asher without being reminded too?

I won’t be able to look my stepfather in the eye without feeling guilty for grinding against his son’s dick and letting him finger-fuck me.

I can’t go. There’s no way I can go.

I’d rather risk seeing the masked man than be stuck in an enclosed space with my stepbrothers.

CHAPTER 23

ASHER

DAY 4 OF THE BET

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