Page 31 of High Achiever
“We’re exclusive,” Ash said coolly, giving Spencer a sharp look.
“You and Ryder?”
Spencer didn’t get it. Was he being downgraded to a strictly advisory capacity? He tried not to be disappointed by that. It was reasonable. Totally. And he’d do it, of course. He wasn’t going to be a dick about them wanting to be true to their feelings, or whatever.
Ash rolled his eyes. “The three of us, dummy. We’re exclusive while we do this. No outside fucking. We have to use condoms for, like, birth control and shit, but I’m not going to be stressing about what else you get up to. So keep it in your pants. Or our pants. Those are your options.”
Spencer shifted in his seat. He’d been slowing down lately, but he still had a high sex drive. And it wasn’t all about feeling good in the strictest sense. Some of it was stress relief, a way to calm down when he got too amped up over the bullshit. And that usually got more necessary as the semester went on.
He should just agree, but …
“But what if—” Spencer lowered his voice, even though they hadn’t exactly been quiet up until now. Not that anyone was listening. Everyone around them was in their own world, either scrolling with headphones in or laughing and chatting with their friends. “What if it’s, like, a really long time before the next heat hits? What if I need?—”
It was Ryder who answered. “Then you call us.”
Spencer still didn’t get it. “And then what?”
“Then we take care of you.”
The rush of blood to Spencer’s dick was so strong and unexpected he almost moaned out loud. “Um …”
Ryder gave him a smirk, like he knew exactly what the effect of his words was. “Ash isn’t always in the mood, though, so it might be me.” He lowered his shades, giving Spencer a cool look over the frames. “Is that a problem?”
Had Spencer blacked out at some point? Was he in some dirty porno fantasy daydream and any minute his alarm was going to start blaring to let him know it was time to get his morning workout in?
He licked dry lips. “You’d fuck me?” he asked hoarsely.
He realized a second too late they hadn’t said anything about fucking. Maybe Ryder had only meant a handie or a blowie or something.
But Ryder nodded, sliding his shades back into place. “If you wanted.”
Jesus. Spencer’s mouth was bone-dry now, and his heart was racing. He didn’t know what he was going to say next—probably something stupid like, “What about right the fuck now?” but a shadow fell over them, and Ryder’s teasing expression shifted immediately to a blank mask.
Spencer turned to find an omega chick he’d fooled around with at the start of summer looming over him. He tipped his chin. “Sup, Marissa?”
She grinned at him, cocking a bikini-clad hip. “Spencer, thought that was you. Fancy seeing you here.”
He grinned back—Marissa was chill, and she looked damned good in a swimsuit—but before he could answer, Ash’s sharp voice cut in.
“We’re having a private fucking conversation here.”
Spencer turned in surprise to find Ash scowling fiercely, like Marissa had come in flipping the bird instead of stopping by for a friendly hello.
See? Ash wasn’t perfect. He was kind of a dick, really. If his pheromones had been hanging around still, they probably wouldhave sharpened into something burned and bitter, like some wild animal warning off potential predators.
It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but maybe Spencer had gotten broken at some point in his sexual escapades. Because he kind of wanted to wrap a hand around Ash’s ankle and slide it up his leg until he was cupping that pretty omega cock, maybe give him a squeeze for being such a funny, prickly little spitfire.
Marissa frowned at Ash, tugging at the strings of her tiny bikini. “You don’t have to be an asshole about it.”
She gave Spencer a pointed look, but he wasn’t sure what she wanted, so he just shrugged.
“Good to see you.”
She looked from him to Ash, then back again. Her brows rose. “Yeah. Sure.”
Apparently, that was that. Ash shifted his scowl to Spencer as soon as Marissa had walked away. “You always go for such big tits?”
Spencer scratched at his chest, kind of confused by the whole interaction. “I mean, tits are fun. But she’s cool. She just likes to flirt.”
