She didn’t reply. Or blink. I knew how she took it the second her face drained of any expression. He hurt her feelings. Again. “Ren is protective of all his friends if he needs to be,” I tried telling her.
“Friends,” she murmured, downing her drink in one long gulp. “I think I’m going to head home. My mother is bringing a few new trainers by to help get me ready for the tour.”
“Tiff, wait. We can go together.”
She waved me off. “I’ll get a cab. Don’t worry about it. You and Ren have fun and try not to think about Ribbons or any other professor. You don’t need to anymore. While you’re at it, screw Kat and those other bitches. Trust me, girl. They’re not worth your time.”
I frowned when she weaved through people without looking back. When she disappeared out the front door, I smacked Ren until he whined and rubbed his arm while looking back at me. “Really?”
“What the hell did I do?”
“You upset her!”
“You’re the one who emphasized the friend thing, not me.” He dropped into a seat again and sighed. “She’ll be fine. She’s hard-headed.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t worry.”
“Only you,” he mused. “I know you’re not supposed to think about school, but I’m curious, and this has nothing to do with Ribbons. What ever happened to that project you said Ambrose had offered you? You never brought it up again after you mentioned it a while ago. It was about that class that starts this summer, right?”
That class. The one where she wanted me to model naked in front of a bunch of strangers I didn’t know, who probably knew me through newspapers and TV reports casted from the trial since they decided to televise the event. I hadn’t told anybody but Tiffany about it because I was worried about what they’d say. Not even Theo knew more than the basics.
“I met with her a couple days ago, but she wants to speak with me again soon.” She needed a final response, but I couldn’t make up my mind.
“Are you still taking the class?”
My throat was dry. “Yes.” I paused. “I think so? To be honest, a lot has changed. I’d be stupid not to.” But was I ready to take a robe off in front of everybody and let them draw every flaw on my body?
Ren reached over and grabbed my hand, giving me a comforting smile. “You should do it, Della. What do you have to lose?”
I didn’t want to think about that.
Hadn’t I lost enough?
Chapter Twenty-One
Theo
Smooth lips peppered kisses down my bare chest as small hands pulled the comforter down. Eyes cracking open as those bow-shaped lips wrapped around my bare cock had me groaning loudly, my hand finding the back of her head.
“Christ, Della.” Feeling the hot, wet heat of her mouth glide up and down my length, flattening her tongue on the underside of my thickness, had me awake in a flash. My free hand gripped the sheets beside me, still warm from her body. Cursing as she took me deeper, I tipped my head back and thrusted my hips up.
Her gag had me smoothing my fingers through her hair as she worked to the rhythm my hips were setting, one of her hands gripping the base of my cock and jerking me while her other fondled my balls.
“Fuck,” I rasped. Sentences were beyond me as she quickened the pace, her head bobbing up and down, making wet fuck-me noises, as the sunlight filtered through the blinds of my bedroom window. When I asked her to stay the night, I’d wanted to do every dirty thing my mind could conjure, but she’d fallen asleep watching some Disney movie with an old man in a floating balloon house, and fuck if I could wake her from looking so goddamn peaceful. Even the dog was curled up beside her on the couch until I carried her to bed.
The sounds her mouth was making against me was enough for me to fucking blow, but I didn’t want to. “Sweetheart, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.” Though the thought of her taking all of me in her mouth and swallowing was tempting, I liked filling her a different way. It was a primal need that only made me harder for her as she sucked on the head that I knew was leaking. “Get on top of me, Della.”
She didn’t listen. Instead, she did everything she