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.

his sister is owning every thought

sliding my phone into my hand. As I touch the screen, I hide behind the kid in front of me to

a direct message from

click on the

us actually gave a shit … except

have made

me thinks

see me, and I

then a thought

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

her name and type in

Me: It’s Easton.

I’m glad you finally realize that neither of us give

Mystery Girl: Dick.

very much, especially when it’s in

swallowing my cum.

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

white board. When my eyes return to my phone, I read Harper’s message again, imagining what she’ll taste

dick in

 

about Aisha. Now that’s a

Me: Jealous?

opinion on Scout’s relationship with her father, Atticus, which was covered in

the teacher standing

you’ve been sending while you were supposed to be paying

Fuck me.

to find a way out of this, “is, you know, just like any other kid’s relationship with their parents at that age.” I look at my other classmates. “Am

right,” Ryan

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

I nod.

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

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