Her hazel eyes looked up at me pleadingly. She wanted mercy. She wanted validation. I gave her both.
“Or maybe I should just show you,” I said gruffly, before rolling between her thighs and taking her again.
Thirty-Three
SERENA
“God, I forgot what a college dorm looked like!” I chuckled, spinning in a slow circle. There was a lot to take in. “And this is such a guy’s dorm too.”
Standing beside me with his arms folded, Jacob sighed. “You know this is an off-campus apartment, right?”
His defensiveness was adorable. I decided to prey upon it.
“Let’s see,” I teased. “Beer-pong table? Check. Posters of girls in bikinis? Check.”
I pointed out each offense as I saw it, chuckling as I went. With each one, I could see Jacob’s mouth curling more into an uncontrollable smirk.
“Old pizza box from two weeks ago? Check. Coffee table that looks like it was dragged face-down through a gravel quarry? Check.”
“Okay, okay…”
“Sink full of someone else’s dishes?” I peered into the kitchen. “Yup.”
“Alright,” Jacob laughed. “You got me.”
A bowl of lollipops rested on one of the end tables next to a threadbare couch. On a whim I picked one up, unwrapped it, and popped it into my mouth.
“The only thing really missing is a Pulp Fiction movie poster,” I continued mercilessly. “Either that, or Reservoir—”
Jacob’s face lit up as he grabbed my hand. Pulling me to one of the bedrooms, he pushed the door open and pointed.
“Holy shit.”
Above an unmade bed, which rested directly on the floor instead of a box spring, a Pulp Fiction poster was taped not-so-neatly to the dirty wall.
“How the fuck did you know that?” Jacob demanded excitedly.
“Please tell me this is not your room!” I cried, ignoring the question.
“No, no, this is Jeremy’s. Now tell me how you knew!”
I twirled the lollipop — a Blow-pop actually — against my tongue. It occurred to me I hadn’t had one in ages.
“I’ve seen the inside of a guy’s dorm room or two,” I said shrewdly. “Or three. Or maybe four…”
“Really?” Jacob said, looking impressed. “Wow, I never knew you went to college.”
“There’s lots of things you don’t know about me,” I replied, moving past him. I tried peering into the next bedroom, but the door was closed. “And you said you have two roommates?”
“Might as well as have twenty, the way they party,” he lamented. “But yes.”
I reached for the next doorknob. Halfway to it, his hand closed over my wrist.
“I wouldn’t if I were you,” he advised. “You really don’t want to see that one.”
“Gross?”
“Worse than Jeremy’s.”