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I slant my mouth over hers and increase the pressure as she comes apart on top of me. She rides my hand until every last bit of the orgasm is wrung out of her, then she melts into my chest.
* * *
We hurry back to the gym and take our seats about halfway through the third period.
“Where’ve you two been?” Archer asks with a knowing smirk.
“Hendrick was showing me the football field.” Jane smooths her windblown hair and adjusts the hat so it’s facing forward again.
“I bet he was,” Brogan mutters.
Knox kicks him. “I’m glad you’re back. Flynn keeps looking over here, and it’s not to see our ugly mugs.”
“You’re not ugly,” she says matter-of-factly, staring ahead at the game. “None of you are. Actually, you’re all really hot.”
He smirks around her at me.
“But Hendrick is the hottest,” she quickly clarifies.
His smirk falls. And I flip him off behind her back.
30
JANE
Early Monday morning,I get dressed in workout clothes and head out to the garage. Hendrick’s on the phone, his brothers are asleep, and I’m feeling antsy.
We’ve barely left the house since Flynn’s game Friday night. The only other place we’ve gone is to my house so I could grab some clean clothes and assure my friends I was still alive.
The rest of the weekend was spent hanging around his place with his brothers. It’s nonstop here. Someone is always coming or going. They’re rarely all home at the same time unless it’s to sleep. Still, I’ve enjoyed all the little moments getting to know them better. The way that they show each other they care is different than what I have with my friends, but no less real.
From Knox making dinner almost every night, Archer and Brogan always trying to lighten the mood, Flynn choosing the music he blasts from his room based on who’s home and their preferences, to Hendrick sitting at the table with Flynn all day yesterday to help get him caught up in school.
Their bond is tight, and I feel really lucky that I’ve been able to witness it. It’s been great being holed up in Hendrick’s little world where I feel like nothing bad can happen to me, but this morning I woke up knowing that I have to go back to classes and back to wondering when the next awful email or text is going to pop up. Or maybe the next time my harasser will decide to deliver the message in person. The thought sends a shiver through me.
“Hey,” Knox says, jutting his chin toward me as I step out into the garage. He places a hand on the punching bag to stop it swinging.
“Hey.” I walk around him and grab a dusty yoga mat resting against the wall. “I won’t get in your way.”
He nods and watches as I roll out the mat and lower myself to it. I place both legs out in front of me and lean forward. Knox peels off the boxing gloves and then grabs a water bottle over on the weight bench.
“Wanna do some yoga with me?” I ask, arching a brow in a silent challenge.
He lets out a soft chuckle. “Not really my idea of working out.”
“You’d rather punch things?”
One side of his mouth quirks up. “Exactly.”
While I move into another stretch, he takes a seat on the bench. “Hendrick let you out of his sight?”
“He’s on the phone.”
“Ah.” Knox takes another long drink. “His agent or his boss?”
“Logan. They’re trying to get more information from the school on anyone that logged into the computer the day the email was sent.” That uneasy feeling grows inside of me.
I shift into another stretch and give Knox a small smile. I don’t know how much he knows about everything that’s happened, but he doesn’t press for more.
