Page 20 of Pretty Secrets

They stride past us, and I think we’re all so shocked that we actually move out of the way for them, Jarvis letting go of his hold on the professor.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter. Is Anne-Marie here so she can get fucked by Knights? Or become a Knight? I’m confused. She was one of the last women I suspected to follow in Delilah’s footsteps. Everything about her screams she’s okay with being the trophy wife these stubborn assholes want.

“Since I’m your professor, should I tell you to watch your language?” Barclay muses. He’s got a devilish grin on his handsome face. This one’s going to be trouble. He’s a smooth talker. The altercation with Jarvis didn’t faze him one bit.

“You can try,” I snark back, which only makes his grin widen.

“Come on,” Oliver grinds out, motioning toward the main hall.

“First off, I’ll never take orders from your princely ass.”

Jarvis’s dark words don’t affect Oliver. He has to deal with worse back home. His family treats him like dirt, as if he doesn’t belong.

My hackles rise in his defense, and I take my best friend’s arm. “Let’s go.”

Oliver squeezes reassuringly. It was bad enough that he didn’t believe in my mission, but to add two more people into the mix just made everything that much more difficult. I’m glad to have him on my side more than ever.

Jarvis pushes past the two of us. “Follow me.”

His demand simultaneously pisses me off and warms the V between my legs. He starts off across campus, making his way toward Jarvis Hall—my hall. “How did you know we’re staying there?”

“You don’t think I know who stays in my hall?” he asks, picking up the pace.

“How is it yours? Didn’t your great, great, whoever-the-fuck build it?”

“You better watch that mouth or I’ll put it to use doing something more appropriate.”

I snap my jaw shut as Barclay says, “Ahh, Leo. Always crass and never dignified.”

Ignoring the barb, Leo strolls right up the steps of Jarvis Hall and enters, bellowing, “Hall meeting! Now!”

His angry shout goes right to my chest, making it thrum. My roommates all appear in their doorways and scamper out into the main room in front of him. My jaw unhinges as they line up like they’re members of the von Trapp family called to with a whistle.

“Good to see you back, Leo,” says the president of the student body. She’s currently wearing a half shirt with her hair in a top knot. I’d respect her more if her eyes weren’t glistening while she watches the man in front of her. “What can we do for you?”

“It’s time to prove your worth again.” Leo unbuttons his pants, and my eyes nearly bulge out of my head. “My new friends and I need to be alone for the rest of the semester. Amongst yourselves, pick one of you who has the best chance to make me nut. If she does, you can stay. If she doesn’t, you’re all out, and we’re in.”

Instead of objecting, the girls huddle together. I look on in horror. “Are you serious?”

“I never kid about nutting, Astor girl,” Leo grunts as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. He has no qualms about standing there, his pants tenting while he waits for them to abide by his demand.

I open my mouth to say something, but Oliver places his hand on my arm. “Let’s just see where this goes.”

“See where this goes?” I whisper yell. “He’s going to make them—”

I’m interrupted by a bevy of giggles, and Oliver gives me a look. “He’s notmakingthem.”

Excitement sparks in Oliver’s eyes, and I watch it for the longest time, trying to get a read on my best friend. I’ve seen the type of girls he goes for—easy lays, no strings attached, that kind of thing. But I’ve never seen him get off on this before. Then again, I’ve never been privy to how he is with other girls.

A cute redhead steps forward. “Looks like it’s up to me, Leo.” She licks her lips, and it’s not unlike the look they all gave Oliver yesterday. I almost call bullshit on all of this, but as she moves forward, the pit in my stomach boils with jealousy.

She lowers to her knees in front of him. His arm muscles flex while his hands turn to fists at his sides, making his tattoos ripple. Reaching out, she lowers his zipper and strokes his cock free. I can’t see his package from this angle, however if her eyes have anything to say about what’s awaiting her, it’s like she just opened the only gift she wanted on Christmas morning.

Curiosity burns through me, but I stay where I am while she fists him and dips her head toward his hips. My body heats. I’ve never witnessed anything like this wanton show of sex before.

“Well, if this is necessary….” Professor Barclay steps forward. He points at the class president. “Gina, you’ve got me.”

Leo cuts daggers toward him. “Don’t fuck this up.”

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