Chapter 32 #3
“Emma? What is it? Is it Roy? What happened?” I throw questions at her as I pick up my underwear. I scowl when I remember I orgasmed in them, the material sticky in my hands.
Thorne comes over to the couch, looking at me with worry etched across his features.
“War,” she repeats, then sobs. “He’s dead. They found…Roy’s dead.”
“Shit, Em.” I flop down on the couch, pushing my hair back. “Are you okay? I can come home to be with you. I’m so sorry.”
She sobs more, then I realize it’s not sobbing, but laughter. She’s fucking laughing. “I’m not. That fucker put me through hell. Fuck him! I’m free, War! I’m fucking free!”
I’m stunned as she tells me that police suspect he crossed the wrong person, as he was tortured before he was dumped in the Glades. It’s no less than he deserves. Roy was a shitty person. It sucks that he went out like that, but I’m not sure what he expected after the life he led.
“If you need me to help with services,” I say, but I already know she’s going to turn me down.
She makes a noise of disgust. “I’m not claiming his body. I want nothing to do with him, even in death. I’m good. Just wanted to give you the news. No need to make the trip.”
“You sure?”
“Very. I love you, War.”
“Love you too.”
“What happened?” Thorne asks as I hang up.
I sigh, not sure how I feel about the news. The empath in me feels awful for him, but he had it coming. I wanted him to go away for good and now he has.
“My brother-in-law is dead. Murdered.”
Chance comes around the corner, dressed in Thorne’s clothes. He hands me a shirt, then pulls me onto his lap. “You okay?” he asks.
“Yep. I’m good. Especially with you two.”
Chance kisses the top of my head then slaps my ass. I wince and glare up at him. He smirks before kissing the frown off my face. “Get dressed. I want to take you out.”
Thorne ticks up an eyebrow. “Last time I checked, it’s frowned upon for a student to date his professor.”
“Yeah, but only if someone sees us. I know just the place.”
When we arrive at a park about half an hour west of school, Chance leads us down a path. I’m dressed in Thorne’s clothes, the sweatpants pooling around my ankles, even though I’ve rolled them up twice. His shirt billows around me, the wind blowing it every now and then.
There are other couples in the park, all older and most of them have blankets and baskets for snacks. Chance has us covered there as well, the supplies tucked under his arm.
“Here,” Chance says, motioning to a tree. He unfolds the blanket, then helps me sit down since my ass is still sore.
I open my mouth to ask what’s going on, but then I notice there’s a large projector further into the park where most people are sitting.
“Did you take us to a walk-in movie?” Thorne asks and I snort a laugh.
Chance beams as he pats the blanket for Thorne to sit. “Yup. I read about it on social media when I was looking for date ideas. Apparently, they do this every weekend, but only black and white movies. Classic shit that was produced before my father was born.”
I grin, folding my hands in my lap. “I love older movies.”
Chance looks thrilled. “So I did good?”
“Amazing,” I say, kissing him gently.
“I’ve never watched one,” Thorne says. There’s a lot he hasn’t done, like he hasn’t really lived before he got to Meadowbrook. Was his life so hard that he couldn’t even stop and enjoy simple pleasures?
I want to show him an entirely new world. Chance and I can be there while he tries new things and discovers what he likes. I can’t wait.
Threading my fingers through his, I grin at him and say, “You’re in for a wild ride.”
Thorne presses his back against the tree, and I rest on his chest while Chance lies down, his head on my thigh. I run my fingers through his hair as the movie starts, the surround sound blaring the words back to us.
It’s fucking perfect. We can be alone, have time for ourselves in public and not worry about anyone from school seeing us. It’s nice being out with them, like a real couple.
We’re halfway through the movie, a beautiful woman walking down a flight of stairs in a sinful dress, when Chance clears his throat and looks up at us.
“Hm?” I ask, curious.
“We uh…we didn’t use a condom when we fucked. Should any of us be worried?”
I was so wrapped up in getting dicked down that I didn’t even ask about that. I mentally kick myself because of the slip up. As the oldest in our trio, I should be thinking more with my big head than my little one.
Thorne kisses me on the neck, making a shiver roll down my spine. “I’ve never had sex bare. That was my first time. So, nothing to worry about here.”
“I have,” Chance says, “but I was with the same girl since forever and I just got tested for my swim physical. Negative for everything.”
“Same,” I say. “Just got my physical before my cruise, though it had been close to six months since I’ve had sex and it was protected.”
Thorne runs soft fingers up and down my arm. “So no more condoms?”
“Fine with me,” I say and Chance agrees.
A smile is pasted on my face as we watch the movie, on our very first date.