Devil Incarnate (Boys of Preston Prep #4) - Angel Lawson Page 0,70

you mean? Obviously, I wanted the suite to myself, but she’s not too bad for a roommate. I’ve definitely had worse.”

“You’re not, like, hearing wild sex moans all night or anything?”

“Hell,” another boy laughs, “or all day, for that matter.”

From the sound of her chuckled, “What?” Josie sounds confused, but happy to play along.

“Come on, you’ve gotta know, right?” a kid says. “She got that solo so she can whore herself out. Whorgia Haynes gives away more pussy than the animal shelter.”

“Seriously?” Josie asks. “I think you guys are full of shit. She’s never even had a guy over to the room, except—”

I freeze mid-chew, spine going rigid, but she’s cut off by one of the assholes, saying, “I heard she fucked the whole wrestling team last year.”

“Nah,” someone says, “just four of them.”

“I heard she’s super into anal.”

“And loves to suck cock.”

“Georgia’s bedroom gets so much traffic, Starbucks is thinking of opening a store there.” There’s a loud, collective bark of laughter before another guy adds, “Try making ‘Georgia Haynes’ your password and you’ll get an error. Too easy.”

Josie groans, “Gross. You guys are pigs.” But she’s still laughing when she says it. After a moment, she thoughtfully adds, “You know, she does hide in her room all the time. I thought she was just sleeping or studying a lot, but the other day? I could have sworn I heard this weird, mechanical vibrating.”

“Oh, shit!” The guys whoop in laughter, followed by the obnoxious slapping of palms.

Really?

“I bet that thing has to be a horse dildo. She’s gotta be so stretched out by now.”

They all keep laughing and I can’t shake this thing that’s got my blood buzzing. I take a moment to realize it’s annoyance. Never mind that I’ve been balls deep in that woman and it’s some of the tightest pussy I’ve ever had. This shit isn’t even creative.

I smash the rest of my breakfast into a ball, lurch up from my seat, and charge over to them. As soon as they see me, their eyes widen, mouths all clamping shut. I may still blend in like a student, but they all know my position at the school and their expressions reveal it.

I try to keep the building anger from boiling over, but it’s not working. “Some of us are trying to eat and don’t want to listen to you going on about dildos and stretched out pussy.” I shoot the youngest looking kid a glare. “Like you’d have any idea what to do with either of those, anyway.”

“Come on, Coach Wilcox,” one of them says, grinning. It’s the kid who was flirting with Georgia during swim class that day. Jase something. “Tell the truth. My older brother told me all about you. You’re a legend.”

I eye the kid. “Who’s your brother?”

“Gus Meyers.” He gives me a cocky grin. God, I know that grin. I’ve seen it on his brother’s big dumb face, and I’ve seen it in the mirror. He leans forward conspiratorially. “You totally hit that back in the day, didn’t you?”

My facade slips, the one I try to wear around campus because I know Collins and Dewey and all the other faculty are expecting me to fail. For a moment, I let the Devil out, flexing my size over him. “I got to be a legend by being the best. By keeping my mouth shut and dominating everyone and everything in this school. I never needed to brag about banging a whore to get there. Do you get me?”

He nods, and I see a flash of red to the side. Glancing over, I realize Georgia is standing a few feet away. Watching us. Listening to us. I know just how much she heard. It’s in the way her jaw sets, the bitterness in the curl of her mouth.

She spins on her heel and marches off.

With one last glare at the students, I decide to go after her. Jesus Christ. One step forward and three steps back with this girl. This shit is quickly becoming a third job.

I follow the flash of her fiery hair as it disappears around the back of the dining hall, where it smells like old grease and bacon. A big dumpster sits close to the wall and I circle around it, looking for her. She’s not there, though. I grimace as I look toward the tree line that leads into the woods.

I’m still contemplating if I should go after her or not when a black streak runs from the trees—a