He slams into me at a whole new angle, grunting into my neck. He jerks forward, burying himself all the way inside me, and comes with a hiss of breath.
We stand like that for a long moment. Eyes closed.
I’m so tired I can barely move.
He pulls out and takes off the condom.
Slowly, I sink to my knees.
Caleb returns and comes over to me, lifting me up easily. “A nap, then maybe we’ll try this again,” he says.
“Great,” I mumble. “I can barely keep my eyes open.”
He tucks us into bed and turns off the light. We’re still naked—a fact he takes advantage of with his wandering hand. I press closer to him, raising my head.
“Kiss me,” I say.
He places a soft kiss on my lips. It’s exactly what I need.
I exhale, wrapping my arms around him, and within seconds, I’m out.
34
Our alarm goes off at six-thirty.
Caleb rolls over me, smacking the ‘off’ button, and blinks down at me.
He’s adorable when he’s sleepy.
I don’t dare tell him that, but I take a mental snapshot and file it away.
And then he shifts, and his erection brushes my leg. I stare at him, spreading my legs. It’s too early for chitchat, but it isn’t too early for this.
He looks over at the nightstand. I don’t know why he does—we both already know there aren’t any condoms left.
We woke up after a short nap and had sex. Then again a little while later. That time, he stayed inside me until he got hard, and the whole thing repeated. We didn’t sleep for long. I went down on him, but that… that turned into him fucking my mouth.
I didn’t think almost choking on his dick would be hot, but it was.
“Just pull out,” I whisper.
He hesitates a split second, his gaze darting around my face, then plunges into me.
We both groan.
It’s quick and dirty. He flicks my clit until I fall apart, then pounds into me with fervor. He stills for a split second, then jerks back and comes on my stomach.
I reach down and stroke him, eliciting a groan from him. His cum is hot liquid on my skin, and it’s smeared between us as he drops down on top of me.
“You felt fucking amazing,” he whispers. He kisses the hell out of me, his tongue invading my mouth.
We kiss until a pounding at the door interrupts us.
He scowls in that direction. To me, he says, “Get dressed.”
He tugs on a pair of shorts and closes the door behind him.
I pause for a second, then rush for my clothes. Underwear, leggings, sports bra, t-shirt. It’s all on in a matter of seconds, and I make sure my hair isn’t crazy before I step out. The strands of pearls were yanked out sometime during our second fuck. I twist my hair up into a high bun, frowning at my reflection.
After brushing my teeth, I walk into the living room.
Riley sits on the couch, biting her nail. “Oh my god, Margo! First, amazing room. Second, this is an emergency—”
“Slow down,” I mumble.
“Where’s your phone?”
It was in the clutch. Where said clutch ended up, I don’t know. “I’d have to look around.”
She huffs, then whirls on Caleb. “I need to take her.”
He raises his eyebrows. “You can keep the room, Ri. I’ve got an errand to run, anyway.” He comes over and kisses the top of my head. “I’ll check out, so don’t worry about it. Eli can give you a ride.”
“Okay.”
He grabs his bag and reappears fully dressed. Men. I need at least a half hour to get my act together. He leaves, and Riley follows me into the bedroom.
She immediately starts laughing. “Jesus.”
“What?”
“Smells like you had a lot of sex.”
I roll my eyes. “Gross. But… true.”
I collect my stuff, throwing it in my bag while Riley watches. I save the dress for last, smoothing it as I fold it over my arm. My fingers touch something that crinkles, and I suddenly remember the paper Claire had given me. I never even thought to mention it to Riley.
I pull it out and slip it into my leggings pocket, vowing to read it later.
Finally, I place the dress in my bag and zip it shut.
“Okay, I think that’s everything.”
“Except your phone.” She’s still gnawing at her finger.
“Did you try to reach me last night? Did something happen with you and Eli?”
“What? No. No, he’s waiting for us in the lobby.”
I shrug. “It was in the clutch with my ID. Maybe in the living room?”
We scour the place, and I finally find it under the dining table. How it got there, I’ll never know. I’m about to get my phone, but Riley lays her hand on top of mine.
“Stop,” she blurts out.
I stare at her. “You’re acting weird.”
She shifts. “Remember that picture that got emailed around?”
Oh no.
“Um… there was a video.”
Oh no.
I don’t tell her I know there’s a video. That would open up a whole different can of worms—particularly because, while she knew I got a strange text when I first started, I haven’t told her about any of the following texts.
“It’s bad,” Riley whispers. “It’ll be okay, though. I just… your phone might be blowing up, and I don’t want you to freak out. In fact, you should probably just turn it off.”
I shake my head. “I don’t understand.” It’s more for myself, for Unknown, than Riley.
What did I do to push them over the edge?
“Who got the video?”
She hesitates.
I have to physically stop myself from getting angry at her. She’s just being a good friend.
“Everyone,” she blurts out. “Like, the school. And someone posted it on social media. And—”
I’m going to be sick.
The noises from that video—noises I made—play on repeat in my mind.
I rush to the bathroom, falling to my knees in front of the toilet. I throw up. The acid burns on my tongue, but my stomach doesn’t settle for a few long moments.
Finally, I’m able to straighten. Riley hands me a glass of water, giving me a sympathetic look.
I shake my head. “Don’t do that,” I say. “Don’t pity me.”
She grabs my toothbrush and toothpaste from my bag, placing it on the counter. “I’m not trying to pity you, Margo. You know I love you. I just hate that this is happening. Again.”
I nod. “Yeah. I just—”