The Punk and the Plaything (When Rivals Play #3) - B.B. Reid Page 0,27

did just that. It was all I could do not to shake my head. Girls couldn’t even be bothered to make it a challenge anymore. “Wider.”

She did as instructed until there was nothing left to the imagination.

The next few minutes, I spent with my fingers shoved in her cunt and could only be described as clinical, cold, and awkward. Not that Amanda noticed. In fact, she enjoyed it so much she soaked the bottom of my fucking T-shirt.

Little miss chipmunk was a squirter.

I heard Vaughn sigh as I stood back and admired my handiwork. Amanda was slumped against the mirror, completely boneless and out of breath. “About fucking time,” he griped as he came to stand beside me. “I could have finished her in two.”

“And you would have lost that hand,” I said, reminding him of Tyra.

He ignored me as he stared down Amanda. The invitation in her eyes couldn’t be mistaken, but a moment later, there was only absolute fear.

“We hear you like to talk. That’s something we have in common,” he said before she could answer. “And if you speak on whatever it is you think you know about Four and Ever…” I watched him press play before flipping around his phone. “I’ll post this on every porn site I know.”

Her eyes widened as I listed them on my fingers. “Pornhub, XNXX, XVIDEOS, xHamster, RedTube.”

“Don’t forget YouPorn,” Vaughn added.

I scoffed. “How the fuck could I? They’ve got the dirtiest blondes.”

“True.”

Plucking Amanda’s purple thong from the floor, I held them out of reach when she tried to snatch them away. “Ah ah ah… souvenir.” I shoved them in my pocket as I watched her look back and forth between Vaughn and me. “I know what you’re thinking,” I said when she couldn’t seem to find the words, “and no, we’re not bluffing.”

We stepped aside while Amanda climbed down from the counter, and when she scurried for the door, I realized she was smarter than I gave her credit. This was not a situation she could argue her way out of.

As soon as the door closed, Vaughn rolled his eyes and deleted the video. Of course, we never had any intention of posting some shit like that online. A lifelong punishment like that didn’t quite fit the crime of sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. This was just high school. The shit ends.

“You’re not going to save that for your spank bank?” I asked as I washed my hands not once but twice. No matter how hard I scrubbed however, they still felt dirty. This was probably the first time I hadn’t enjoyed making a girl come.

Vaughn groaned as his head fell back on his shoulders. “The last fucking thing I need is Tyra finding this shit on my phone.”

“Why the hell would you give her your password?”

“Give?” He sneered. “I didn’t give her shit. Her nosy ass must have watched me punch in the code.”

I snickered as I dried my hands. “So change it,” I challenged, knowing that he wouldn’t.

“Fuck you,” he spat back.

We both burst into laughter as I tossed the paper towel in the trash. Heading for the door, I paused when I realized Vaughn was creeping toward one of the stalls. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“I gotta shit,” he threw over his shoulder.

It was more than enough explanation for me. I was so busy digging in my back pocket for my phone as I rushed through the bathroom door that I ended up colliding into something soft. The moment I recognized Bee’s strawberry locks, I grabbed her waist to keep her from getting away. “Looking for me?”

I watched her blink those baby blues a few times before frowning in confusion at the bathroom door behind me. “What are you doing here?” she questioned while ignoring mine. “And what were you doing in the girls’ bathroom?”

Leaning down, I buried my nose in her hair and inhaled. Her sweet scent was playing chemical warfare with my brain. “Looking for you.” Technically, it was only partly true, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Let me go, Jamie.”

Somehow, I knew she wasn’t talking about physically. “I can’t do that.” My hands dropped to the back of her thighs before slowly making their way up. She’d worn her uniform without stockings today, and I felt like a kid in a very naughty candy store. “Because, unlike you, I keep my promises.”

Her eyes rounded at the sound of fabric tearing, and I watched her lips part in shock after I