the janitor’s closet, two very important and potentially life-altering phone calls happened.
The first one was G, and yes, I do realize, like Trav, I’ve slipped into the habit of calling Grayson G now too.
Turns out while Quinn and Kay were taking Em to the hospital, Bailey made her way over to the AK house, making it possible for G to overhear a very interesting conversation between the girls’ fourth roommate and Adam. It seems two of the biggest sources of pictures to both UofJ411 and members of the media were sleeping right down the hall from us. The pair of them were hoping the added attention might trickle down and they would get their own fifteen minutes of fame.
Hold on, time out. My inner coach makes a T with his hands. Let me take a page out of your girl’s playbook and roll my eyes. They wanted to be Instafamous. *rolls eyes*
E did not take the news well, and Bette had to hide his car keys to keep him from driving up to the U of J. It’s too bad because Adam deserved so much more than the right hook G laid him out with.
The second call, and the reason Kay has retreated into the shower for the last forty-five minutes, was made by Senator Logan. He essentially told Em if she wanted to continue to attend the U of J next year, she would no longer be able to room with Kay.
I can’t say I fully fault him given that he was speaking to his daughter while she was in the hospital getting stitches, but it was through no fault of Kay’s.
Both these calls led to me driving the girls and me back to Kay’s home in Blackwell and Trav driving him, G, and CK to join us.
The last I checked, Em wasn’t faring much better than her best friend after her father’s bombshell. I left her in the capable hands of our friends to focus on Kay.
I’m slicing fruit like the ninja I am on my phone when Kay enters her room, body wrapped in a hot pink towel while drying her hair with another. Stripping down to my boxer briefs was a calculated move to help her remember she forgave me for my attempted power move with Carter to get payback on Liam. Based on how the tired smile on her face gets replaced with one promising all sorts of dirty things when her eyes track over my nearly naked body, it was a success.
Her gaze never leaves mine as she closes the distance between us until she comes to the foot of the bed. Kneeling, she climbs onto it, not stopping until she straddles my hips, her plump ass settling on top of my thighs.
Vanilla and peppermint invade my senses as her forearms come to rest on my shoulders, hands cupping my nape, fingers extending to play with the hairs on the back of my head. I’m like Herkie when she scratches behind his ears with how much I love it when she does that.
“Hey,” Kay says, her gray eyes softening as she stares into my greens.
Gently, I place my hands over the curves of her bent knees. “Hey.” I make sure to flash her my dimples.
“I’m so happy you’re in my bed right now,” she says breathlessly. “I needed it after today.”
Her admission hits me in the gut. My strong girl is frayed at the edges, and I love that she turns to me to keep her together. Now’s not the time for heavy. It’s time to help take her mind off her troubles.
“You know I’ll never turn down a chance to be in your bed.”
“Perv.” She gives me an easy smile, and I feel some of the tension from the day leave her body.
“Only for you, baby.”
My hands start a slow glide up her bare thighs, and she sucks in a breath as they disappear under the edge of the towel. I let my thumbs brush across the waxed lips of her pussy in a teasing caress. They continue up her body, following the seam of where the terrycloth overlaps. When I get to where the towel is knotted between her breasts, I continue to push my hands up until the knot comes undone. With the material loosened, I take an end in each hand and peel it apart, unwrapping her like a present on Christmas.
Inch by inch, her naked body is revealed to me, and no matter how many times I’ve seen it,