Page 136 of Zero Chance

It wasn’t until he started to pull his jeans back into place that I had the presence of mind to find my own pants.

But as soon as I located them, I remembered my panties.“Hey, where’s my underwear?”

I glanced around for them, starting to panic until Keene snickered, “No way.I told you, you weren’t getting them back.”

I spun toward him, alarmed.“Excuse me?”

Smiling smugly, he patted his side pocket, letting me know from the slight bulge there that he knew exactly where my panties were.“They’re mine now.”

“What the hell?”I gasped.“What am I supposed to wear for the rest of the day?”

He merely shrugged, completely unconcerned.“Not my problem.”

“Keene,” I seethed from between gritted teeth.“Give me back my fucking underwear.”

“Ooh,” he murmured, clearly impressed, his gaze darkening with arousal as he gave a full-body shudder.“Hearing you say fuck makes my dick twitch.Do it again.”

He started back toward the couch as if to initiate another round just as someone knocked on the door.

I squeaked out my alarm and jerked on my pants, going commando, while Keene scowled in irritation at the door and called, “Just a minute.”

He sounded so casual.Meanwhile, I freaked out, sure we were going to get caught, reprimanded, and tossed out of school completely.

But all Keene did was turn back to me and hold out a hand.“We should probably go.”

“You think?”I tried not to panic as I patted my clothes back into place, hoping I didn’t look as if I’d just gotten railed by the sex god of Haverick campus.

Smiling in amusement, Keene reached out and smoothed a hand over my hair, trying to comb out sex head or reassure me, I didn’t know.Maybe he was doing a little of both.

But he said, “Relax.You look fucking fantastic.”And I momentarily forgot what I was stressing about as I got caught up in the Keene Dugger daze.

Bouncing his eyebrows mischievously, he lowered his attention to my chest.“Now be honest, does hearing me say fuck make your nips hard?Even a little?”

“Oh my God,” I groaned, rolling my eyes.“Stop.”

He snickered, grinning big until his eyes flared with horror.“Holy shit,” he hissed, looking devastated.“I just realized I’ve still neverseenyour tits.What the hell, Waves?”

I scoffed and started toward the door.

He followed, still upset.“Why did I let you keep your shirt on?”

“Trust me,” I assured, glancing over my shoulder at him.“You’re not missing much.They’re so small I hardly even need a bra.”

“Why does size matter?”he demanded, looking completely confused.“They’re femalebreasts.That automatically makes them amazing.And they’re yours.Plus, those nipples.Damn, I’ve been dreaming about those nipples since the gazebo.I swear, they stayed hard for me the entire time we?—”

Ramming my elbow back to shut him up, I opened the door.

A student was sitting on the bench across the hall opposite the exit, impatiently bumping the back of his head against the wall behind him as he waited for us.

When he glanced up, I stalled short, and Keene ran into me from behind.

“Wha—?”he started to ask, needing to catch my waist with his hands to keep me from tripping forward.Then he noticed the guy as well.

“Oh.Hey.”With a wave, he motioned to the free room as he nudged me the rest of the way into the hall.“She’s all yours, man.Great room.I could justfeelits healing powers while I was in there.Seriously.Best release I’ve had in weeks.”

I snorted out a dismayed sound, closing my eyes briefly to keep a giggle in, and Keene’s grip on my hip tightened.

The guy who’d been waiting sent me a funny look and stood so he could edge past us and enter the room.As he shut the door behind himself with a snap, Keene whispered into my ear, “Fifty bucks says he’s going in there to jack off.”

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