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“Yes, Dad,” I throw back.

“You can call me daddy anytime you want,” Chester adds, releasing me.

I blow him a kiss and head back upstairs. Creed is still in my room, lying on my bed.

I walk into my closet and pull out underwear and my uniform, quickly throwing them on and giving myself a once-over in the full-length mirror. When I go back into my room, Creed looks up at me from his phone with a smile on his face.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for school, Mr Taylor? Make sure you wear a nice tight pair of slacks today so I can check out the goods in class.”

“Don’t tempt me, Tenshi. I will bend you over my desk and fuck you in front of everyone.”

“Promises, promises,” I say, sitting at my vanity and rifling through the tray of makeup.

Creed gets up from the bed, and I watch him in the mirror as he stalks towards me. He leans in so his lips are close to my ear. “It wasn’t a promise, it was a threat. Nothing makes me harder than an audience.”

“The fuck you will,” Chester snaps, walking into the room in a pair of black slacks and a business shirt rolled up at the sleeves. His tie hangs untied over his shoulders. “Can someone fix this fucking thing?”

Creed stands to his full height and walks over to Chester, pulling the tie into place and tying it with ease.Fuck, I want to see them in action. I may have already been the meat in that sandwich, but they never touched each other. Which is a damn shame. Creed’s head snaps to me and a devilish grin crosses his face, obviously picking up on the direction of my thoughts through my emotions. I quickly avert my gaze back to the mirror again and continue putting on my makeup.

Ten minutes later, we all head back to the kitchen. This time it’s only me and Team Zeus—I’m not sure where everyone else has disappeared to. I walk over to the island and find a hot mug of coffee waiting for me. Brennan steps up beside me, settling his hand on the small of my back, which sends a shiver up my spine.

“Pretty, huh?” he murmurs with a raised brow. My eyes widen in disbelief at the thought of him wanting to talk about his dick. Maybe we have turned a corner.

“Very. It’s also perfect, not too big or too small, a perfect girth. The perfect dick for sucking.”

He makes a strangled noise from beside me and has to adjust himself in his suit pants. I chuckle and walk around the bench that separates the kitchen area from the dining table. Trace isperched on a seat and his tattooed legs are resting on another as he ties up his shoes.

“I really think I need to complain about the teachers’ dress code at this school.”

Trace’s head snaps up to mine. He knows I’m talking about him and his tiny-ass shorts.

“What’s wrong, jealous?” he asks, motioning for me to come closer.

“Extremely, and I don’t like it.”

He takes my coffee and places it on the table before he grabs me by the wrists, pulling me closer until I’m forced to straddle his legs.

“Star, you’re it for me, always have been.” My breath hitches at the nickname. “I have a thing with faces, and when I close my eyes I see you, right down to the tiny freckle in your hairline. No one has ever come close to the love I have for you, unless you count those dickheads, but trust me, they’re not allowed to touch what’s under these shorts.”

Kai laughs from behind us. “Aww, come on, Tracey. Let me tickle your balls.”

Trace flips Kai off, making him laugh even more.

“Well, I can’t promise that I won’t poke anyone’s eyes out if they stare too long. This...” I say, leaning forward, “belongs to me.” The top buttons of my school blouse are undone, giving him a bird’s-eye view of my cleavage while I grasp his hard cock over his tight shorts. “And I don’t mind leaving the lipstick marks behind to prove it.”

Trace swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and his hooded eyes fill with lust.

“Let’s all leave before a mass orgy breaks out,” Creed jokes, but stops to think about what he just said for a moment, then shakes his head sadly. “Nope, no time.”

Today is going to be a long day, but as we walk out of the house, I can’t seem to wipe the giddy smile from my face at the thought of how I’m Trace’s Star again.

Chapter Nineteen

Jolie

Every day this week Kai has found an excuse to hold my hand or grope me in public—I know exactly who this PDA is for. He has also been giving me sweet little gifts. The rest of his team can’t touch me on school grounds, or at least they shouldn’t. Chester and Creed keep finding excuses to call me into their offices; meanwhile, Trace—the asshole—has made us run this week. Colt thinks it’s hilarious for us to have to run behind him so that I can check out his ass while he sings “Can’t Touch This” by MC Hammer.

So far today, I’ve woken up to Laughn’s head between my legs, a table full of gifts that I get to open when I get home, and apparently there is going to be cake too. When I arrived at school, Jimmie and Sinclair made a big show of singing me happy birthday in the courtyard which drew out Colt and Summer’s teams. It was an entire spectacle.

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