He pulls me close and kisses me hard. Heat spooling through me. “Have fun in there.”
I put on my clothes, and find the bag with the rest of my stuff right outside Malcolm’s door. Which means that someone in the house probably heard him fucking me, just like he said that they would. I fight off the blush, because I have a feeling that I was louder than I even realized I was. The whole house probably heard me.
I find my way to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. In the mirror, I look…nothing like myself. I’m messy and flushed and bright eyed, and I look…happy. Weird. But for now, I’m not going to question it.
But could I really enjoy this? Living in a house with people that purposely and intentionally destroy their bodies on a daily basis just for kicks? It goes against everything that I stand for. But I don’t think that Malcolm had been drinking at the party, and so far he seems responsible. If I see otherwise, I can leave at one of our checkpoints. I like that if it’s too much, I have a way out.
I’m just going to hold for the ride and enjoy the week. We’ll see what happens next.
10
Juno
College is certainly different than I imagined it would be. I’ve packed some of my things and basically moved into Malcolm’s room. The rest of my stuff is waiting to be picked up at the end of the week when we see whether or not I want to stay.
My classes are hard, but I love immersing myself in the world of nutrition. There’s nothing more important than taking care of yourself, and I explained that to Malcolm when he asked about my major a couple days ago, in the aftermath of taking me from behind until I was a puddle and a mess.
After he found me on campus and dragged me into an empty classroom between my classes to give me a healthy dose of pleasure. He’s done that every day this week after asking for my schedule. Whether it’s for me to suck him off and give him pleasure, or for him to hold my hair and finger me until I can no longer speak, all the while looking into my eyes.
That was one of the hottest events of my life, and I never ever want to forget it. That, and the way he constantly plays with my hair. He played with it the other day while we caught our breath. “How are your classes going?”
“You care about that?” I asked.
“Of course. You live in Granite House, and even though we’re known for partying, I still hold everyone to a high standard so that they’re a good reflection on me and the legacy.”
I rolled my eyes. “The legacy of massive ragers and drunkenness?”
“Exactly.”
“Nice.”
He smiled. “I’m serious though. You’re majoring in nutrition. How is it going?”
“Good,” I said. “I think that the classes are going to be hard toward the end of the semester, but I like them a lot.” I liked the way his arm was casually around me, like it was the most natural thing in the world. This wasn’t what I had pictured, being his, but I liked it. Even if he had instructed me to clean up the house the day before, and the kitchen later tonight. I didn’t mind. So far from what I had seen the house wasn’t overly dirty. Not like the horror stories of frat houses that I had heard about. Malcolm ran a tight ship.
“Why nutrition?”
I blushed. “You really want to know?”
“Of course. I never ask questions that I don’t want to know the answers to, Juno.”
“Okay,” I cleared my throat. “It’s a little bit of a story.”
He stroked his hand down the center of my chest between my breasts. “I’ve got time.”
“My mom’s sister,” I said. “Marcy. She and my mom were really close, and I was really close with her too.”
Malcolm’s voice is surprisingly gentle. “Was?”
“She died three years ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
I fought against the ache in my chest that always appeared when I talked about her. “It’s okay. She had an auto-immune disease, and it was kind of an anomaly. But one of the only ways that she could feel okay was through her diet. No alcohol, no sugar, nothing. And there’s more people like her. Even if you don’t have a disease, I’ve seen what it can mean to take care of your body. Or what happens when you don’t.”
Malcolm didn’t interrupt me, so I kept going. “It’s why I don’t drink, or do any kind of drugs. I don’t understand why anyone would do that to themselves voluntarily. You were given this amazing fucking thing to take care of and you just…destroy it.” I stopped, hauling in a breath, and Malcolm is smiling.