Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,53

them down and bury my face in her pussy, my dick in her ass, and my tongue down her throat. I want to cover her body with my own, mark her up, fucking ruin her until there’s no questioning that she’s mine.

As I strip down and step into the shower my hand is wrapped around my dick, squeezing and pumping as I bite back a groan, before I even realize how close I really am to coming just from thinking about her.

It’s so fucked up.

I’ve always told myself I was nothing like Joey or Senior because I’ve never wanted to own someone before, never coveted them like this, but once again the Mounty fucking ruins everything. My hand moves faster, my fist tightening as I chase the feelings curling in my gut until I tip over the edge.

I blow my load all over the tiles, my arm braced and my forehead slumped against them, groans ripping out of my chest at the intensity. Fuck, if jerking off with nothing but her voice inside my head is this good then what will it feel like when I—

Fuck.

No.

Not happening, there is no fucking when. I need to get her the fuck out of our lives before I completely lose my goddamn head over a piece of ass!

I quickly scrub myself down and finish up in the bathroom, my uniform feeling a little too tight and uncomfortable on my skin, but that’s probably just a guilty fucking conscience. I’m supposed to be better than this, for fuck’s sake!

When I step back out into the girls’ room, they’re both eating and talking quietly, neither of them taking any notice of me as I grab a plate and join them. The Mounty still looks fucking pissed but she’s always so calm and kind to Avery.

Fuck.

It makes me reckless.

The moment we finish eating I grab Avery’s laptop and join the Mounty on the couch. If I’m going to be dragged down to the pits of hell by this girl, then I should at least get to enjoy the fucking ride.

Imagining her while I jerk off will be much easier when I know what she’s wearing under all of the layers she insists on.

She doesn’t take much notice of me until I’m already filling up a cart but the blush she gives me is worth it all. I smirk back at her, drawling, “What? I don’t know where Mounties shop. Is there a slum version of Agent Provocateur?”

She elbows me in the ribs but it’s so gentle it barely registers. “I can buy my own underwear, thank you very much.”

I hate to think what lingerie Mounty girls buy. I doubt it’s even close to my tastes so I shrug. “You can but after waking me up you’ll be nice and let me do it. It’s one of my true skills in life.”

Avery narrows her eyes at me over the rim of her coffee cup, still seeing straight through every word that comes out of my mouth. “What would you know about choosing lingerie?”

Well, I could keep my mouth shut but where’s the fun in that? I smirk at her, ignoring the indignation on the Mounty’s face. “More than you. You’ve bought it for one body, I’ve seen it on—“

“Do not give me a number right now, Alexander Asher William Beaumont, I will smother you in your sleep. No sister wants to hear how many sluts her brother has gone through. Which reminds me, when were you last tested for STIs? Annabelle probably gave you herpes.”

Gross.

I mean I know I’m clean, I get checked regularly even now that I’m fucking celibate. The bile creeping up the back of my throat is more at the idea that I’d ever touched Annabelle. I can’t even blame being desperate because there were plenty of other girls available and I fucked them all.

It was just… fun to share someone with Blaise and Harley.

She wasn’t the right girl for it, we all knew it from the start and never really did anything with her beyond the usual quick, rough fuck, but I think we’d all entertained the idea of sharing someone.

Fuck.

I’m too busy in my own thoughts so when the Mounty starts choking and trying to wrestle the laptop away from me, I almost let her take it, until she snarls, “I do not fucking need corsets, suspender belts, or a crotchless bodysuit!”

She does though, she really does.

I raise an eyebrow and continue to fill the cart up. “How very vanilla of you.