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“Elijah!” Julien cries.
I watch, mesmerized, as thick ropes of his cum come spurting out. Fuck it.
Dropping the phone onto the bed, I slide my hand underneath the dual waistbands of the skirt and my shorts. I’m so turned on, it takes mere seconds before I’m coming all over myself.
“Let me see,” Julien whispers.
I tip the phone up and show him my wet fingers, then smear it over my mouth and blow him a kiss.
“Dirty boy.” He touches the screen. “I love you, Elijah.”
“Love you more.”
On legs made of jelly, I stand up and take the phone with me as I head to the bathroom.
“I need to get cleaned up before Ash gets back. Keep me company?”
“I can do better than that. Keep the water warm. I’m coming over.”
Chapter Fourteen
JULIEN
The different stylesof music blasting from the houses that line the quaint tree-lined street meld together in a raucous melody that grates my ears like fingernails down a chalkboard. Every Greek house is having a party tonight to kick off Rush Week.
“Lather, rinse, repeat,” Elijah comments as we walk down fraternity row.
His analogy is spot on.
“We can leave whenever you want.”
Elijah looks over when someone shouts my name. It’s too dark and too crowded to tell who it is. I give a perfunctory lift of the hand hello. It’s taken us fifteen minutes to walk a block because we keep getting stopped by people, most of them from my team.
“Are Jayson, Ryder, and Liz meeting us?” Elijah asks.
“I have no idea. I haven’t spoken to Ry or Liz all day. She hasn’t returned any of my texts. Ry sent a thumbs down emoji.Jay said he might make an appearance, but I wouldn’t count on it.”
Jay avoids parties these days. His sobriety is too important to him, and he’d rather not put himself in the middle of free-flowing beer kegs and temptation.
Navigating around people milling about in the street, I send a guy fuck-off eyes when he openly gawks at Elijah and me holding hands. We don’t get much of that anymore at CU, so the times when we do, I shut that shit down quick. If a harsh look doesn’t cut it, I have no problem using my fists to make my point, like at last year’s party. Fucking Justin. I’m only glad he got kicked out of CU because I probably would’ve killed him if we ever came face to face. What he did to Elijah?—
“Ignore him,” Elijah says, thinking the guy is the reason I tensed up.
I place a kiss on our joined hands. “I am.”
“About fucking time!” we hear as we approach Fallon’s frat.
Fallon and five other guys are sitting on a sofa that’s been placed out in the crowded front yard.
Elijah and Fallon bump fists. “You seriously sitting out here waiting for us?”
“Ha ha. S’up, Julien.”
“Hey, Fallon,” I reply.
“Long day?”
“How can you tell?”
