Page 73 of Play By The Rules
Anna tenses, her back straightening and her eyes narrowing into slits as Fallon keeps on talking. “You seem to think you have some claim over Theodore. Some reason to send me old pictures of the two of you together? Why is that?”
“Because he was mine before you showed up,” Anna snaps, stepping out of her hair and moving towards Fallon. “He was mine.”
“Huh, that’s interesting. I doubt he was ever truly yours. But I’m giving you a very nice warning. You seem to think you’re a queen around these parts, and I don’t particularly care for that title, but step in my way again, and I’ll show you who the real queen is and how she handles her shit.”
Fallon stalks towards me while I lean back in my chair. She bites her lip, stopping before she reaches me.
“That’s my girl,” I tell her, lifting out of my chair and towering over her. “Now, please, can we get the fuck out of here so I can eat my breakfast?”
“Fuck yes.” She tugs at my hand, pulling me from the room in a hurry despite the laughter that follows and Mr. James calling our names out. As Fallon has just shown, he can’t do shit to us in this building. “And hey, with both Adam and Anna out, we’re drama free, Teddy.”
If only that was the truth.
THIRTY-EIGHT
Textbooksarespreadacrossmy bed, my laptop open beside me, but I drop my head into my hands and let out a groan. The fact I’m failing my classes is one thing, but the amount of work I’m behind on is a complete other.
After a telling off from my adviser and then a harsh phone call from my father, I’ve got a tonne of work to do over the weekend, otherwise I’m basically fucked.
“Come on,” Theodore tells me, pulling my hands away from where they’re tangled in my head. He loosens my fingers one by one, looking at me with an amused smirk. While our friends are out for the night, all having a wild time, he gave up his Friday night to help me catch up.
For a guy that skips classes every other day, he’s somehow sitting at the top of his classes and is set to graduate with first-class honours. It’s infuriating. Not only is he hot, he’s smart too. A dangerous combination. “You’re stressing over nothing.”
“If it’s so easy, you do the work for me, then,” I snap, pinning him with a glare as he cups my face with his palm. His thumb moves over my bottom lip, his eyes heating as my tongue swipes over it. “Shall we just fuck instead?”
“No.” He laughs, pulling away from me and passing my laptop over. “But if you do another thousand words, I’ll give you a reward.”
“Is this another rule?”
“Call it whatever you want, do the work.”
“Fine,” I grumble, sticking my tongue at him like a petulant child. “Why did you take pity on me and hang back anyway? You could be out, living it up.”
“Casper,” he tells me, staring at me pointedly. I try not to squirm under his heated gaze, but it’s almost impossible when his mouth lifts into a slow smile. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than wherever you are.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Now stop procrastinating.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I grab my laptop and open the file I need. Over the next hour, I try to focus on the work while he whispers answers in my ear and runs his fingers through my hair. When his mouth closes on my neck, his tongue lapping over my pulse point, I almost lose myself right then.
The low chuckle that vibrates against my skin tells me he knows what he’s doing.
“Are you finished?” he asks when I’ve finally had enough and slam my laptop closed.
Instead of answering, I push the books off my bed, place my laptop on the nightstand and turn to him with a heated look.
“Take your top off.”
Licking my lips, I tease at the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it slowly up my body and over my neck. My nipples harden as the cool air hits them, and Theodore’s gaze lands directly on the hardening nubs.
When my shirt is on the floor, my hand moves to the waistband of my jeans, my finger playing with the button. Before I can pull them open, he grabs me, spinning me until I’m flat on my back with my jeans ripped off and his hand on my bare pussy.
“You’re so wet,” he tells me when his finger slides between my folds. He circles my clit a few times before dipping into my entrance. Letting out a breathy moan, my hands reach out, pulling his grey joggers down over his thighs. “See, staying in on a Friday night is much better than going out.”
He pumps his finger a few times before adding a second. My back arches as his palm grinds against my clit when he thrusts them in, working me to the edge after only a minute. Leaning over, he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
Wrapping my hand around his dick, I pump him lazily. He moans into my skin, the sound low and breathy before adding a third finger. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to fuck this cunt so hard. Bury myself so deep you’ll be feeling me for days.”