Chapter 33

Easton

I can’t believe Blake even bothered to save his number in Harper’s phone. It’s not like he actually gives a shit about her or wants anything more than her pussy. His game is the same as mine-sleep with the hottest girls in our school and bust out of here the second we graduate.

But it takes balls to tread on our best friend’s sister.

Can’t I say the same thing about me?

No.

The same isn’t true at all because the first time my mouth was on her, I didn’t know it was Harper. The second time, in her cat costume, I didn’t know either. She was just Mystery Girll to me.

But now?

Fuck.

She’s a goddamn tease with the tightest ass and a rack unlike I’ve ever touched before, nipples. I want to pull into my mouth and bite.

My dick is getting hard again as I find my seat in the last row of English class.

And to think the hard-on Harper had given me in the library had just died down, but it’s back and roaring to be inside of her.

“Easton, you’re late,” my teacher says the moment my ass hits the chair.

“Sorry, traffic jam in the stairwell. Won’t happen again.”

Ryan turns toward me from three rows ahead and laughs. He’s looking all studious with his notebook in front of him, pencil in hand, his gaze now on our teacher who’s

going over the chapters that had been assigned as homework last night.

Chapters I haven’t read because I spent the night with Harper instead.

I’m going to have to copy Ryan’s notes after school, there’s no way I can pay attention right now.

owning every thought in

of Harper and decide to stalk Sadie’s Instagram to make that happen, so I reach into the top of my bookbag, secretly sliding my phone into my hand. As I

direct message from

click on the

If either of us actually gave a shit …

have made her

me

sure the teacher still can’t see me, and I switch to text, realizing I hadn’t saved her

then a thought

my screen one day, when my drunk ass is reckless, and I accidentally

and type in Mystery

Me: It’s Easton.

realize that neither of us give

Mystery Girl: Dick.

But one that you like very much, especially

swallowing my cum.

me of the two seconds you lasted. Unless it meant something to you. Yikes, it sounds

my eyes return to my phone, I read Harper’s message again, imagining what she’ll taste like

Would you rather have Blake’s dick in

 

that’s a girl who definitely knows

Me: Jealous?

you give the class your opinion on Scout’s relationship with her father,

up, the teacher standing

the messages you’ve

Fuck me.

shove my phone into my pocket. “Their relationship,” I begin, needing to find a way out of this, “is, you know,

right,”

detailing their relationship, and due by our next class.” The teacher turns around, glancing over her shoulder after a few paces. “Your phone

I nod.

wish she gave me an hour’s worth of detention, that would be much easier than reading the chapters and writing about

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