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Grinning, I free a finger from the bunched-up material, using it to stroke my clit while my other hand continues to press into my core. I press my foot into his cock harder, earning myself a scattered groan as his hips jerk into me.
"Bex," he begs, and I can't help the tiny laugh that spills out of my lips.
"I don't beg," I reiterate. "But you do, don't you, Steele?"
Steele nods, just once. "You're being mean."
"Am I?" I tease, removing my fingers and leaning forward as I hold them out in front of his face.
He hungrily pulls them into his mouth, sucking my fingers clean with a shit-eating grin.
My throbbing body reminds me that I’ve forgotten it, and as I start to drag my hand back down, I’ve barely touched myself when a knock on the window behind me stops me in my tracks.
Whipping my head over my shoulder with a look of frustration, I relax when I see Archie. He looks uncomfortable and annoyed at having to interrupt, but I know he wouldn't do it unless it was something urgent.
Bringing my legs together, I sit upright in my seat, winding the window down. "Arch?"
"I'm sorry," he starts, apology evident in his tone as he looks between us. "I didn't want to interrupt but we have a bit of a situation."
"What is it?" I ask urgently, brows dipping.
Archie's face hardens, glancing over his shoulder at something.
"We have company, Bex. Those bastards from Willowbrook are here."
Chapter four
Rylan
Igrinatthewide berth the Cedar crowd gives, forming a semi-circle around us. I can’t tell if they want to fight us or if they are terrified of our presence. Either way, it’s downright amusing.
Hunter, Tai and I stare back at them, not the least bit bothered.
My eyes scan the lineup of Cedar flops as they block our access to the beach, but it's the tiny blonde girl that gets my attention for a moment. She's front and center, tapping her foot as she leans forward, locking eyes with me and silently muttering. Judging by the way her lips form the unspoken words, it appears to be something like'Come on'.
"How cute are they?" Hunter mutters, not bothering to lower his voice or hide the menacing tone. "Adorable."
Shaking my head, I smile smugly. "Very cute. It's like an army of fluffy blue bunny rabbits."
To my right, Tai snorts. "Incoming."
I don't bother looking, my face still on the group in front of me. One by one, they turn their heads toward the parking lot, faces relaxing slightly. I don't need to check who's approaching—I already know.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
When her footsteps stop a few feet away, I finally turn my attention to her, lazily pivoting my frame. "There she is," I proclaim, digging my hands into my pockets. "Hope we weren't interrupting something."
My gaze flickers behind her to the tall, dark-haired man who's mirroring her angry expression. Judging by her flushed cheeks and burning eyes, I can only assume—and hope—that we just successfully ruined her evening.
"This isn't your neck of the woods," Bexley answers heatedly. "And you sure as shit aren't wanted here."
"Ouch," Tai murmurs, feigning disappointment as he cradles a hand to his chest. "I'm hurt."
Bexley's eyes swing between the three of us, her arms folding over her chest. "It's bad enough we have to deal with you on a daily basis now. You won't be ruining our time outside of school hours. Now, leave before I make you leave."
Hunter laughs, glancing over at me. "I think we should stay—make sure they are keeping out of trouble. You know, since Dad is worried about their behavior. After all, they are representatives of Willowbrook now."
There's a protest of angry voices, some louder than others. In my peripheral vision, that girl is trying to lunge forward, but a guy next to her grabs her arm, whispering something in her ear. Bexley's eyes fall on her too, a look of admiration and fondness washing over her face. Ahh—ten bucks says this is her little protégé. But it's obvious that where Bexley has experience and control, that little psycho has yet to learn how this world works.
