Page 87 of Speak

Jonas laughs. “As soon as the weather gets better and it’s not so cold out, I’ll have her on the back of my bike so she can really be my backpack. But I’m sure with some great super padded riding gear, we could push through some of the chilly days. Would you like that, baby?”

Raven nods enthusiastically and points to her tattoos.

“More?”

Raven nods once again and from the smile that spreads across both Damon and Jonas, I’m guessing she’s smiling too. She moves her hand over her arm and down.

“A whole sleeve, huh?”

Damon grabs the arm she was showcasing and he slides the sleeve of the shirt she wears up and sighs, inspecting my artwork. “This will stay bruised for a while. Maverick grabbed on pretty tight.”

“Good thing we have to wear a blazer with our uniform. If she walks around with that, they’d think I did it.”

“Thegood thingis it was done for good reason.”

Jonas smirks. “I left bruises on her and you didn’t mind them.”

Damon side-eyes Jonas. “I believe those were made with good intentions as well.”

Jonas laughs and gets closer to Raven, cupping her face in his palms, his eyes darken and the bulge in his pajamas growing. “Oh you’re right about that. And as soon as she can walk again, I’ll make sure to leave more. Then again, if her legs are on my shoulders…”

He’s incorrigible… a bit like me.

I clear my throat to make my presence known. The last thing they need to think is that I’m upstairs going through their things. Which I would’ve if there was anything to go through.

“Maverick, glad you could join us.” Damon hands me a mug and the warmth of the chocolate when I sip at it makes me feel warm everywhere. It’s delicious and I want it so bad to not be.

I nod. “Thank you for the clothes… and the chocolate.”

Damon grins. “Thank you, for… bringing her home.”

Home.

“Is she okay?” I ask like I didn’t hear them earlier.

“Scratches weren’t too deep. She’s bruised and favoring one leg over the other due to exhaustion but other than that, she’s perfect.” He smiles, looking at her. She blushes and looks down at her mug of chocolate that tastes divine.

“Do you all live together? Here, I mean.”

Jonas shakes his head. “No, we’ll be back on campus tomorrow evening. We just came by because Raven wanted to come here last night. Something about her cello and her books.”

Raven almost bounces off the counter in excitement.

“Okay, baby, okay. C’mon. Show us your spooky little lair.”

Raven wraps her legs around Jonas’ torso her crotch resting just inches above his and her arms over his shoulder. She just goes to him so easily. As if they never broke up. As if he never overheard her swallowing my load. He grabs her by the bottom and she leads us, pointing to which hallway to go through, every wall naked. We reach a final door and she taps in her code, and down we go.

It’s like walking into an entirely separate world. It’s not spooky at all. It’s… It’sperfect. The walls are painted a light green sage, the shelves on the walls are lines with the same shimmering gold paint from above. Sofas, a reading nook, a circular hanging chair, a coffee and tea bar, and then she points to a door in the corner of the room and when Jonas opens it, there, in the center is a singular music stand, a chair, a very expensive cello, a keyboard, a guitar and recording equipment.

“She was a music major… plans to transfer to Julliard.”

“Play for me?” Jonas asks with a kiss. I lean against the doorframe, crossing one ankle over the other, and then cross my arms. Damon mirrors me.

She makes a motion with her hands as if to say,piano?

“No, I want to see you in your element. All classy and shit, playing your cello. It’s so fucking sexy.”

Raven blushes. It’s obvious no one has ever told her that her raw gift for playing the cello is exceptionally sexy. Because yes, I had done my research thoroughly and watched her playing on the school’s YouTube channel, and yes, it’s erection inducing. She nods up at him and he sets her down on the chair and grabs her cello for her, settling it between her knees, he takes a seat on the floor and leans his back against the cushioned wall. She leans to pull the bow from where it’s tucked.

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