Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
They both believe I’m responsible for his cock’s throb.
Cash’s breath fans my lips when he asks, “Then what has you all bothered, Einstein?”
I can’t answer him.
It isn’t possible.
His voice is too singed with energy not to steal all my smarts.
I can’t see my face, but it must give me away as a second after dragging his eyes over it, Cash swears again, louder this time.
“Mc-Ein…” He stops, shakes his head, then tries again. Except this time, he uses actions instead of words.
He drags his crooked index finger down my inflamed cheek, across a thudding vein in my neck before he treks it along my collarbone, setting my skin on fire.
“Fuck.” There’s a need in his voice. A sense of urgency. “I’m barely touching you, yet I can smell how badly you want me.”
I’m about to ask how you can smell someone’s desires, but before I can, we’re interrupted.
“Figured I’d bring the jug to you so you won’t have to trek to the kitchen in the morning.” When Kamil spots how intimately close we’re laying, the hand not clutching a gallon of milk shoots up to cover his eyes before he pivots around to face the wall opposite Cash’s bed. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you guys were…” He doesn’t finalize his reply. Thank God. “Should I go?”
“No.” That was harder to articulate than it should be. “But I probably should.”
After pleading for forgiveness with only my eyes, I scamper off Cash’s bed like I have to pry myself out from beneath him, snatch up my backpack, then hightail it to the door.
Chapter 17
Cash
Worries about a broken cock are a thing of the past. It’s already ghastly in size and way too fucking purple for a guy with no foreskin, but it is digging into the springs of my mattress like no amount of kneeing could subdue its plumpness.
My cock is hard enough to bounce a nickel off and pumping so much blood I’m shocked I haven’t passed out yet.
I’d probably be out cold if it weren’t for Kamil’s steely glare.
“What?” I hate that he interrupted my chance of sullying Einstein’s not-so-rosy reputation, but I’m also loving confirmation no serious injury occurred to my cock.
“Are you really going to let her do the walk of shame?” Kamil’s eyes drift to the long corridor McKayla is currently walking before he returns them to me. He looks like he wants to chew me a new asshole, but he plays it cool. He always does. “Or are you going to man the fuck up and walk home the girl who arrived here within a minute of you calling her?”
“You heard me calling her?” When his face gives away his response, I peg my pillow at his head. “Then why the fuck didn’t you offer to take me to the hospital?”
“Because I wasn’t the first name that popped into your head during a crisis this time around.” He nudges his head to the left. “She was. That means something.”
I pfft him. “It is because she’s a girl and you’re not. I didn’t want you sneaking a peek at my cock.” He rolls his eyes when I murmur, “Your ego may have never come back from such a brutal beatdown.”
“My ego, right.” Again, he rolls his eyes. “I guess it is lucky she’s just your fake girlfriend, then, hey? Wouldn’t want her getting the wrong idea.”
This is the second time he’s announced knowledge of my ruse with McKayla, but the first time I’ve been well enough to respond to it. “Who told you?”
I haven’t breathed a word of my plan to anyone, and since McKayla has more at stake than me, I don’t see her being eager to feed the gossip mongers.
My shock heightens when Kamil replies, “No one.” He scoffs at my shocked expression with an unconcealed grin. “I know you, Milo. Maybe not as well as I’d like, but I know you.” His tone gives him away. I’ve heard that level of cockiness multiple times this year.
“It was Professor Ren, wasn’t it?”
He shuffles foot to foot while rubbing his hands together, a telltale sign I’m on the money.
“She’s a damn snitch,” I murmur, my voice back to the pained one I was using earlier.
Kamil tries to rescue Professor Ren from the trench he threw her in. “She isn’t. She just wanted to make sure McKayla is okay.”
“Why wouldn’t she be? I’m not a douche.” I try to downplay my hurt. “Well, not all the time.”
“Professor Ren isn’t worried about you.” Kamil works his jaw side to side before confessing, “She’s noticed that McKayla has gained a certain someone’s attention the past couple of weeks.”
“Gabriel Sutton,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
My teeth are almost gnawed to nubs when he doubles their grind. “Your plan is working, Milo. I’m just not sure why you’re still running with it. You like this girl.”