When we reached the drawing studio, KC was already there, setting up her easel. “Hey!” She waved at us with a smile, but her surprise at seeing us was evident on her face.
“Good morning, KC.” Kellion’s tone was gentle, and I had a feeling he saw the younger girl more like a kid thananything else. As always, my friend looked unbelievably cute, her wide-collared dress, knee-high socks, and Mary Jane shoes transforming KC into the kind of schoolgirl every guy with a Lolita fetish would want to devour.
Whoever her future boyfriend would be, he already had my condolences.
“I’m so glad you’re okay now,” KC was saying as she finished setting up her easel.
I shrugged, unable to meet her gaze. It still made me feel embarrassed, having to lie about the real reason why I hadn’t been able to leave my room for three straight days. Or five, if you counted the weekend.
Thinking about it had my face flaming, and just like that, the memories came flying into the forefront of my mind, one sizzling hot scene after another.
Kellion teaching me to ride him, eating my breasts as I bounced on his cock—-
Kellion turning me over on top of him, both of us pleasuring each other with our mouths at the same time—-
Kellion placing me on all fours as he pounded into me from behind while playing with my clitoris—-
Kellion fucking me so hard that he actually managed to break my bed’s headboard and leave cracks on the wall. But even then I had begged him not to stop, begged him tofuckme harder, harder, harder—-
“You’ve really been bedridden all those days?” KC asked sympathetically.
“Yes, she has.” Kellion had answered for me, and the way his eyes gleamed made me hurriedly reach for my easel, needing something to hide my face fromeveryone.
KC made a choking sound.
It had me jolting out of my thoughts, and when I looked at her in askance, she pointed at Kellion. He was leaning against the back of his chair in a relaxed fashion, his legs stretched out before him. But there was something different about Kellion right now, something that made him seem more...satisfied—-
Oh no.
“He just told me why you werereallyabsent,” KC said.
And then she burst into laughter while I did my best to kick Kellion out of his seat.
God, this biker.
I would have kept on kicking him if Professor Edison hadn’t come in by then, followed by a tall, good-looking guy who turned out to be...KC’s male model.
My eyebrows shot up as I glanced at the model and then KC.
She laughed. “No. Nothing’s between us. He’s my friend from high school.” She gestured to the newcomer as he took a seat in front of KC. “Jace, I’d like you to meet my friends, Aria and Kellion. Guys, this is Jace.”
I waved at him.Hi.
As Kellion and Jace shook hands, KC whispered in my ear. “Kellion told me about the broken bed, too.”
Oh, did he?
I straightened in my seat, waited for Kellion to glance at me, and then I kicked him on the shin again, as hard as I could.
Kellion grunted while Jace asked warily, “Is that part of the job description?”
“Just mine,” Kellion said with a grimace, but his eyes were laughing at me.
God. This. Biker. He was just too irresistibly wicked for his own good, and right now, it was taking everything in me not to smile.
In front of us, Professor Edison clapped his hands, calling for our attention. “Start drawing, everyone, no time to waste.”
Kellion and Jace made good models, both of them able to remain still in their seats. I could see Jace reading manga on his phone while Kellion was browsing through photos of customized bikes on Instagram.
