Page 80 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)

I like her drunk and mouthy. I like her sober and mouthy, too.

“Right there.Fuck, Stone. Yes.Yes.”

She falls over the edge fast. I grab her wrist belatedly, yanking it away from her clit as she comes. She laughs as she trembles, her pleasure making her expression hazy. Dreamy.

“Too fucking perfect,” I growl.

My movements become frantic, chasing the high, and it doesn’t take me long to come inside her for the second time tonight. But with her body wrapped around mine, it’s ten times better.

“Jesus Christ.”

We both look toward the door.

The open bathroom door.

Evan stands there with his hand over his eyes. “What the fuck are you two doing?”

I grin and slide out of Wren, tucking myself away. She’s slower to regroup, touching her head and going for her pants—sans panties, which I ripped away earlier—before realizing her tit is still out. She tugs her bra back into place, her face flushing.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Wren mumbles.

I raise my eyebrow. “I think everyone knew what was going on here, Sticks.”

Evan’s face slowly turns red.

“What?” I continue to Wren, rolling my eyes. “It’s not like you weren’t yelling, ‘Yes, Stone, fuck me harder!’ about two seconds ago.”

And that’s how I end up getting punched by my best friend.

CHAPTER28

WREN

His bruise is still angry-looking,even days later, but Stone deserved it. That doesn’t mean I’m not totally and irrevocably consumed by him, though. Because I am. I say I hate him every other day, but I also find myself thinking about him in every empty space within my thoughts.

It’s a sickness, and it’s not one that I want a cure for.

“Don’t be inappropriate, guys.” I place my hands on my hips. The house smells of popcorn, and one bag is already down, with three more lined up on the coffee table.

The living room, typically only a place for my housemates to play video games, is filled with blankets, pillows, and five beefy hockey players in sweatpants and hoodies.

Evan huffs. “Don’t be inappropriate? Are you fucking kidding?”

“Watch it.” Stone’s tone is lazy, but we all know better.

“You fucked her so hard I heard her screaming your name, and then I find out the door is open.That’sinappropriate.”

Archer snorts, and Grant chokes on a piece of popcorn.

I sigh.

I feel bad.

I do.

But I don’t regret it—something Stone recognizes as he smirks at me from the loveseat.

The knock on the door pulls my attention away. “There’s Ally. Seriously…” I eye them. “She’s not coming over for a gang bang, okay? She’s my friend. Leave her alone.” Before I make it to the door, I say over my shoulder, “She already thinks you guys are crazy with all the cameras around the house.”