The Secret Girl (Adamson All-Boys Academy #1) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,101

of experience with dicks, but still. “Not bad, Chuck.” I give myself an appreciative little squeeze as my phone buzzes, and I grab it off the floor.

It's just Tobias, adding yet more cock gifs to my phone.

“Condom face,” I grumble, chucking the phone on my bed. It hits at just the right angle that it bounces off and behind the headboard. With a sigh, I climb up after it, my blazer hanging loosely from my shoulders, my ass up in the air as I scramble around for the phone. My stupid tie falls over my mouth and nose, choking me, so I bite it to get it out of the way, one hand on the bed for balance, the other digging behind the headboard.

There's a sound from behind me, like the doorknob's being jiggled, and I glance back, a spark of fear shooting through me as I wonder if my attackers are back.

But then it's kicked open and there's Spencer.

There. Is. Spencer.

His turquoise eyes go so wide, I swear to god, they look like they're about to pop right out. Since I'm glancing back at him, I can see my reflection in the mirror beside my door. There I am, bent over with the tie in my mouth, my blue and white striped panties showing, and a big juicy bulge where there shouldn't be one.

“H-h-holy shit,” he murmurs, stepping inside, and slamming his back against the door to close it. He studies me with this intense hunger that just paralyzes me even further. I swear, I can barely move. “Chuck, holy shit.” Spencer reaches down, like he's trying to cover up his own growing bulge.

I spit the tie out of my mouth and turn around, grabbing a handful of blankets and yanking them over my lap.

“What are you doing breaking into my room?!” I scream, shaking with adrenaline. I mean, I'm glad it's Spencer and not some crazy murderer, but still. He has no right.

“Oh, Chuck,” he says again, his voice this low purr. “I was seriously starting to question myself again, but … you're so goddamn beautiful. At this point, I don't care if I'm gay or bi or just a confused straight asshole, but … I want you.”

“Are you kidding me?!” I can barely breathe as he moves into the room, climbing on the edge of my bed, his weight indenting the mattress and our drawing our bodies closer together. “Get out of my room.” My voice is a bare whisper as Spencer leans in close to me.

“I was just trying to make sure your door was pick-proof. It's not, by the way.” He leans in just a bit closer, and I smell his cedar and hyssop scent, sending shivers across my arms and legs. “I could fix that for you …”

“Then fix it,” I snap, but I'm trembling now, and I swear, if he doesn't kiss me, I'll die.

“Anything else you'd like me to do while I'm here?” he whispers, his full lips enticing me. Before I can think better of it, I lean in and brush our mouths together.

Spencer makes this low, dirty animal growl and then presses forward, sliding his tongue between my lips, his right hand caressing my thigh. It's not immediately obvious what he's doing until he cups my fake junk through the blankets, and I accidentally laugh.

“What?” he asks, leaning back slightly. I guess I passed the grab test because he doesn't seem to notice that my, um, bits aren't real. “You don't like it? Or maybe you're not into me?”

“Oh, I'm into you,” I whisper, but then I reach up and push him back a step. “It's just … complicated.” Tell him now! the logical part of me murmurs, but my cheeks flush, and well … with the way he's staring at me, and the hard bulge in his slacks, I just can't. If I do, we might end up … Ugh. “So … you broke into my room to protect me?”

“If I can do it, so can those freaks in the hoodies,” he says, moving over to the door and picking up a discarded bag that he must've dropped. I guess I was so busy worrying about my ass in the air that I didn't notice. “Let me shore this up.” He picks up the bag, curses, and then gets to work … with a giant boner in his pants.

“Does that hurt? Or like does it feel good when it rubs against your pants?” I ask, and he pauses, glancing