Page 251 of Call the Shots
“June Basil?” a woman at a desk asked. “Can you come forward, please?”
Without so much as a little hesitation, June pushed out of her seat, her heels clicking across the floor. I grinned, resting my arms on the railing, watching the love of my life metaphorically kick my stepbrother’s ass.
June detailed the stalking,the relentless harassment, the eviction, but the big thing that got Xavier was using his university connections to do it all. Considering how bad the Coach Vernon situation had been, Marrs University moved fast with their resolution.
Xavier was expelled.
Like, out of the fucking school,expelled.
Goodbye, his work history. Goodbye, diploma. Goodbye, his dream in politics. I was smug as shit every time June received another one of those Marrs signed apology emails, stressing that the university would be reconfiguring their hierarchy in organizations to take away the chance of this happening to somebody else.
They offered her a new position. It was for ‘the commission to oversee change’ with a nice paycheck and her house included for her senior year.
“What’d you say?” I asked, walking with June across campus.
“In the nicest, most lovely way, to fuck off,” she laughed. “I’m not doing their dirty work for them. I wouldn’t be anything but a way for them to score easy points to say they didsomething. Marrs has the resources to make things better, now they just need to use them, that doesn’t involve me. The only thing I want to focus on ismyfuture.”
I squeezed her hand and we took a left by the dining hall closest to the engineering buildings. Fall classes were a couple of days away and the campus was alive with people. I was pretty fucking excited for the season.
“Are you going to tell me what the present is?” June murmured.
“We’re living together, our bedroom is overflowing with plants, but I know it’s not as good as your garden at your house.” I pushed open the wooden gate. “So we made you one.”
The community garden on campus took a couple of papers to fill out for a personal slot and I had to attend a meeting about pesticides that weren’t allowed. It was only about four feet by eight feet, but I’d bought new soil, and Montoya made the little ‘June’s Garden’ sign.
June was silent, gazing down at the plot.
“I know it’s small,” I admitted. “But when we buy our own house, we’ll have an actual garden.”
She still didn’t say anything.
Oh, fuck.
“I—I thought we could work on it together?—”
“You made me a garden,” she whispered.
“Uh-huh?—”
June grabbed me by my hand, leading me to the shed in the middle of the community garden. I cleared my throat. “You have your own shelf, I have the extra bag of soil up there, I didn’t know how much to?—”
She shut the door behind me. “Drop your shorts.”
“I—what?”
“Do you want a blowjob?”
I stared at those green eyes half-lidded, her lips parted. A flush crept up my neck. “I’m—I’m not hard?—”
“I’ll suck on it until you are.”
“Fuck,” I breathed out. The thoughts in my head zeroed out and my cock stiffened, rigid against the fabric. “I’m hard now.”
June fell to her knees and I hurried to unzip my jeans, pulsing with excitement. This wasn’t our first blowjob, but we usually made out for a while before June wrapped her lips around my cock. She stuck out her tongue, immediately taking half of my cock in her mouth.
This wasn’t like any of those blowjobs. I wasn’t on the verge of finishing quick from foreplay, I could take my time.
Quickly, I looped her blonde hair around my hand, moving her down my cock, pushing it down her throat.
