Chapter thirty
Bexley
“You’re falling asleep again.”
My head jerks up and I blink rapidly at Hunter. “Nope. I was just resting my eyes.”
Ry chuckles to himself, scribbling something in his notebook. “Just admit you’re tired, Bex. Go lay down.”
“I’m fine,” I argue, muffling a yawn. “Let’s keep studying.”
The three of us are attempting to get a cram sesh in but somewhere between the eighteenth and twentieth centuries, I started dozing off involuntarily. I can’t rest though. With each passing day I’m getting more and more anxious about the exams.
Dean Lannister has been riding my case, stalking the hallways and gleefully reminding me that my attendance record is on the cusp of failure. It’s not like I’m intending to take any time off this week, though I won’t lie it’s been awfully tempting to skip a class or three to sleep.
I’ll just sleep in a few weeks.
We’re officially down a study buddy tonight and I have to say it’s a little odd not having Tai here. It’s even stranger processing the fact that it’s because he and Archie are studying together for a shared class.
I offered for them to study here, but all the guys agreed it might be too distracting. Different notes and topic discussions will get confusing, and it’s best everyone uses the little time we have to stay on track.
“Want me to make you a coffee?” Ry offers, peering at me over the top of his notebook. “Or H can set up an IV to inject it directly into your veins?”
“Could you?” I beg pathetically, glancing over at Hunter. “Just make sure you get the needle in the first time. I don’t like them.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Seriously? You literally take punches to the face all the time in the cage but you’re scared of a tiny little prick?”
“I’m not scared of you,” I answer without skipping a beat.
Ry breaks out laughing, leaning over to offer me a high-five. I slap his hand, mentally cursing myself when the room spins a bit from my sudden movements.
“Oh, you’re hilarious,” Hunter grunts. “Big words from someone who could be decimated by a small breeze right now.”
I flip him the middle finger silently before diving back into the notes.
Maybe it would have been better after all if I had taken a small nap. Absolutely nothing is absorbing, the words looking like Pig Latin the longer I stare. If anything, it’s going to put me further behind because I’ll have to re-read everything.
“Alright,” Ry says, gently plucking the book out of my hands. “Break time.”
“No,” I mumble, whining slightly. “I want to keep going.”
Ry shakes his head, putting the notebook out of my reach. “You look like shit. Take a ten minute break to clear your head and start fresh.”
“I agree,” Hunter interjects playfully. “I’m starting to feel a little sorry for you.”
I rest my head against the back of the couch, curling my knees into my chest. “Douchebag.”
“Duchess.”
“Dickhead,” I mumble, closing my eyes. “See—I’m fine. I could insult you all night. There’s no shortage of D words in my vocabulary.”
“Losersayswhat.”
“What?”
“Ha! You proved my point,” Hunter points out. “Take a damn nap, Bexley.”
I shake my head slightly, still refusing despite enjoying the darkness from behind my eyelids. “Maybe just a few seconds. A microsleep to get a second wind.”
Someone shifts next to me and I can tell by the woodsy scent it’s Hunter. He grabs my hand, threading our fingers together. “How about you take Thursday night off and have dinner with Peyton for me?”
Forcing my eyes open, I throw him a perplexed look. “For you?”
He nods. “It’s our routine. But something has come up this week. I think it would be good for both of you to take a night off from the madness.”
“Fine,” I agree begrudgingly. “But for Peyton’s sake.”
My eyelids start to flutter closed again, muffled voices exchanging quiet words. Hunter begins to pull away, probably wanting to give me space on the couch to lie down, but I groan in protest, yanking him back. “I’m not going to damn sleep.”
Hunter squeezes my hand before I feel his warm breath brushing against my cheek. “Do as you’re told for once.”
“Or what?” I retort, opening my eyes to find his face inches from mine. “Going to tie me down in the bed? Glue me to my pillow?
Interest and curiosity crosses his expression, as though he’s actually contemplating the idea of forcing me to do it.
Over my dead body.
If he thinks I’m any less defiant when tired, he’s delusional. Possibly even more so than I am right now.
Hunter opens his mouth to speak, but I cut off the witty remark, silencing the unspoken words with a kiss. He grumbles something incoherently while attempting to pull away but I promptly snake my arms around his head, holding him still.
I shove my tongue into his mouth, sliding it against his to stop the vocal protests. A firm hand lands on my upper thigh, but I tighten my grip around him, making sure he can’t move away.
Sensing my intentions, Hunter puts his hands on my waist, instead lifting me off the couch since I won’t release my hold on him.
Jokes on him, though. Now that my legs are free, I swing them around his waist, locking my ankles together.
He can pretend he’s not enjoying this and act like I’m inconveniencing him with my obvious deflection tactic, but the strokes of his tongue and lips moving heatedly say otherwise. Oh… and the painfully hard erection poking me.
We both know he’s fighting a losing battle but I applaud the hustle.
A for Effort. Gold star for you.
My head is swimming but it’s no longer from the sleep deprivation. That second wind is finally making an appearance, and for a moment, I forget we’re not alone.
Hunter slams my back into something warm and solid, and I’m dragged away from his lips as my hair is grabbed in someone’s fist.
“We know what you’re doing,” Ry murmurs, forcing me to look at him. His fingers brush along the nape of my neck as he repositions his fist around my hair. Suddenly my head is jerked back again, leaving my throat open for Hunter.
A small moan catches in my throat when lips press against my exposed skin, Ry’s electric blue eyes dart over to Hunter before locking with mine again.
“Oh, yeah?” I smugly ask. “You sure about that?”
He narrows his gaze, ripping my head back again as a hand glides up over my ass, squeezing it. The two of them exchange a silent conversation, and as Rylan releases his hold on me, Hunter carries me toward the armchair.
Holding me with one arm, he slaps my ass earning a yelp before he spins and shoves the chair one-eighty. Before I can figure out what the hell he’s doing, I’m dropped over the top of it, upside down with my body draped toward the seating part while my legs dangle down the back.
“Hey!” I say loudly, reaching down to grab the armrests so I can push my feet back to the floor.
I’ve barely made any traction in my attempt when Hunter hooks his hands into the sides of my shorts, shoving everything down my thighs. A hand smacks my bare ass, making me gasp before fingers shove my legs apart and soft thumbs spread me.
“Look at this pretty little cunt,” Hunter murmurs, stroking his thumbs up and down teasingly. “Already so wet for us.”
He pushes a finger inside, dragging it in and out slowly while his thumb presses into my clit and begins circling it.
I drop my head forward, the blood rushing to my brain as I dig my nails into the armrests. There’s a shuffle of movement in front of me and when I lift my head to investigate, Rylan steps onto the chair, fully naked as he fists his length.
“And these soft, pink lips.” He smirks, dragging his thumb along my mouth. “Perfect for fucking.”
He pushes his thumb past my lips, hooking my jaw in his grip and prying my mouth open. My eyes fall to the head of his cock, watching in fascination as Rylan smears a droplet of precum over the tip, his heated gaze locked firmly on my face.
“All mine,” he mutters huskily. He brings the tip to my lips, a throaty moan escaping from me when I taste him.
Behind me, Hunter grabs my hair, yanking my head back just as Rylan starts to push inside. I wrap one hand around the base while my palm flattens on the top of the armrest for support, eyes fluttering closed as Ry lets out a hiss, spurring me on.
His hips roll in small waves and I stroke the remaining length not in my mouth. Hunter rubs his cock along my slit a few times before slowly pressing inside my cunt, my hand stilling as pleasure starts spreading through my body.
“Fuck, Duchess,” Hunter whispers in a gravelly voice, digging his fingers in my hip. “You feel so fucking good.”
Ry hums in agreement, cupping my cheek as he moves faster into my mouth. “Your throat feels like home. I could fuck it forever and die happily.”
They pick up speed, fucking me in unison as the sound of our skin slapping together fills the room. Hunter snakes his arm around my body, fingers dancing along my clit as he rubs it in unison with his thrusts.
My head is spinning in circles, focus completely stolen by the pair of them. I feel them everywhere—hands touching me all over, cocks fitting my body perfectly. I’m not entirely sure I’m even breathing anymore but I don’t care. I crave more, need them on a level I can’t logically explain.
There’s only us. Our existence together in this room.
Pleasure is rapidly building in swirling waves as they fasten their pace. And suddenly I’m thrown into a climatic frenzy, whole body bursting into an uncontrollable explosion.
My screams are muffled by Rylan’s cock, and I’m still coming violently when I hear him growl and curse, the taste of his release pooling in my throat.
It’s a ricocheting domino effect, Hunter thrusting into me hard and fast before he groans low, joining us in the bliss.
I go limp over the chair, only vaguely aware of my surroundings when someone scoops me up in their arms.
Part of me knows I’m being carried toward the bedroom and I’m fully intending to continue our earlier argument. But before I can find strength to form the words, my back sinks into the soft mattress, a blanket is draped over me, and I drift off into a peaceful, much needed slumber.