But I’m not a virgin.
Hmm. Well… Points to my little brother. But he does jerk off on that girl’s picture. I’ve seen the aftermath. Fucking disgusting.
Unless…
Me
Cuntlyn doesn’t count
Henry
Yeah she does
Flooring the gas, I peel out down the driveway, watchingAshlyn’s movements across campus. It’s not five minutes until I’m riding rails on every curve. Five minutes after that, I’m flipping the beast into a parking spot behind the student center.
“Whoa! Look at thatcar!Nice, Mr. President!” A few of theinitiates gasp as I alight, locking the doors with a beep.
“It’s Henry’s,” I tell them, lengthening my stride toward the glass door.
The food center is barren. Most students are either packing up for the break or already gone. Even with the solitude of the giant space, Ashlyn is oblivious when I approach, snatch her waist until she screams, then toss her over my shoulder.
“Let’s go.”
“What the fuck, asshole!”
When she bucks against me, I swat her tight ass in her jeans until she flops like a rag doll. Even though she’s given in, she runs her mouth the entire stroll toward the freshman dorm.
“Let’s go. Let’s go. Let’s go.That’s all you say. No ‘please’ or ‘Ashlyn, I’m enraptured by you and would be so ever grateful if you’d accompany me.’”
I set her down in front of me, hands gripping her shoulders, tryingreallyhard not to smile. “Ashlyn?”
She crosses her arms in her puffy white jacket with a huff. A bit of hope lines her eyes. “Yes?”
Closing the space between us, I linger for a moment, letting our cold breaths mingle. Long lashes blink at me. The tip of her tongue wets her bottom lip in anticipation. And everything in me begs to take it between my teeth.
I whisper, “Let’s go.” With a little shove on her arm, I aim her toward the freshman women’s dorm. A puff of crystallized air escapes her mouth as she groans through an exasperated sigh. But she moves.
At her door, she hesitates, giving me a weary glance. “I don’t think?—”
“Get inside.”
“Okay!” Aggravated, she unlocks her door with her card, then shoves it open.
Fortunately, her roommate, and my brother’s crush, is packing up as if she’s getting ready to leave. Her eyes widen at the sight of me before she scurries to throw the rest of her pile of clothes in a bag.
“Um. Boys aren’t allowed up here,” Athena protests, but her voice is like a mouse’s squeak.
“Good thing I’m a man, then. Need help finishing up?”
She freezes. “No.”
It’s only two seconds before she’s tripping out the door behind us, dragging crates and bags, and multiple coats covering her arms.
Snapping my fingers, I point to Ashlyn’s side. “Get on the bed.”
Gold hair swirls as the hellkitten flips around and faces me. “Go fuck yourself.”
When I reach for her, she’s quick to slap me across the face until my lip stings with the cut from her nails.