Playboy Princes: A Dark College Romance(24)

He had a point. “Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, looking all kinds of excited and sending butterflies erupting through me.

I leaned in close, kissing his lips lightly as I nodded. “Yep, let’s frame that bastard.”

Jordan groaned, deepening our kiss. “Fuck, Vi, revenge is so damn hot on you.”

My laugh held an edge of evil, and I kind of loved it. “You think so? Maybe you should show me…” I slipped my hand under the bedclothes, finding his hard length and grasping—

A sharp knock on the door jolted us from the haze of arousal that was settling, and Jordan scowled in the direction of the sound.

“Go away!” he shouted, clearly not caring who was at the door. “I’m busy!”

Dismissing his visitor from his mind, he grasped me around the waist and hauled me into his lap with a feral growl. His fingers threaded into my hair, and he tugged my face to his for a deep kiss until… yep, that fucker—whoever it was—knocked again.

“Ignore it,” Jordan whispered, rocking his hips and grinding his hard length against my core, making me moan. “They’ll go away.”

Fine by me, I was all for ignoring the intruder. It’d be all too soon that I’d need to leave Jordan’s room and face reality once more. His plan to deal with Alex—even temporarily—would probably take a while, and in the meantime I’d be back to faking a happy relationship with that asshole in public. Meanwhile, trying to hide my private relationships with Jordan and—

“Jordan!” the person at the door barked, knocking again. I froze, cursing. I knew that voice. “Unlock the damn door; we have a problem.”

The crown prince of New America made a frustrated sound in his throat, but captured my lips in another bruising kiss before responding.

“Go away, Rafe!” he shouted back, not taking his hands from my body for even a second. If anything, he seemed more aroused.

I gave him a suspicious look. “Jordy,” I whispered, teasing, “does it turn you on to have me naked in your bed while Rafe is right there?”

He flashed a naughty grin, using his strong grip on my hips to position me just so. The tip of his cock breached my entrance as he ground against me, and I gasped. “Fuck yes, it does,” he whispered back, kissing me hard. “I love having one up on that bastard.”

That should annoy me. It should make me feel used, like I was nothing more than a pawn on their chessboard… a prize to be won. But it didn’t. I knew Jordan, and I knew he didn’t actually think of me like that. The fact that it’d piss Rafe off? Well, that was just an added bonus on top of the mind-blowing sex.

The banging on the door increased, but it just made me chuckle as I sank down onto Jordan's cock with a groan.

“Jordan, open the fucking door!” Rafe snarled, but his friend wasn’t listening. Instead, he palmed my tits and bit his lip as I ground harder. “Dude, come on. We need to talk.”

Something in Rafe’s tone made me pause, and I gave Jordan a small frown of concern, glancing at the door. He just shook his head, though.

“Ignore him,” he urged, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking for a moment. “He’ll go away in a second.”

But nope. A moment later, there was a distinctive click of the door unlocking and then bang.

“What the fuck?” Rafe snarled, filling the doorframe like some kind of avenging angel and glaring at us like we were… okay, sure, we actually were fucking. Whatever. Doors get locked for reasons.

“Dude!” Jordan shouted, grabbing his sheet and tossing it over me with lightning speed. “What the hell are you doing? I said I was busy!”

The door slammed shut, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think that was Rafe leaving. As it was, I had to find my way out of the sheet before I could glare my own indignation his way.

“You sure don’t waste any time, do you, Cinderella?” Rafe sneered at me, his eyes narrowing with… I didn’t even know. Anger? Disgust? Why was he so fucking hard to read?

Whatever, I was well overdue another verbal sparring with this prick. “Well, a girl has needs, and I sure as shit wasn’t coming back for seconds with you, Angel.” I curled my lip as I delivered the implied insult to his skills in bed, and his jaw twitched.

“Oh stop it,” Jordan snapped. “Rafe, quit acting so shocked. We discussed this. Besides, you guys were a one time thing, right? Just an adrenaline fuck after Vi’s fight?”

That… was what we’d said. Wasn’t it?

“Wait, you discussed this? As in our sex lives?” I scowled at both of them. “Not cool.”

Easing off Jordan’s cock, I shuffled to the edge of the bed, keeping the sheet tucked firmly around my naked body as I searched for my clothes. Seriously, how had they ended up spread so fucking far around Jordan’s room?

“No need to act modest on my account, Cinderella,” Rafe purred, all snark and malice. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen—or tasted—before.”

Against my better judgment, my cheeks heated and my stupid-ass brain took me on a trip down memory lane.

“Just because my judgment was impaired once doesn’t mean it ever will be again,” I replied with ice and venom, locating my skirt and shimmying it on under the sheet. It sounded hard to do, and it was. Still, I refused to give Rafe the satisfaction of seeing me naked again… despite what he’d walked in on.

Jordan groaned at our bickering, slid out of bed—clearly not giving two shits who saw his naked ass—and tugged some pants on. “You two are as bad as each other. So, what was important enough to pick my lock and bust in here?”

Rafe frowned at his friend. “I didn’t pick the lock, bro. I have a key.” He held it up to demonstrate. “It just seemed rude to use it without knocking first.”

My jaw dropped, and Jordan scrubbed a hand over his face while clearly fighting a laugh. “So, what is it? Vi and I were right in the middle of something.” Jordan’s eyebrow raise would have said it all… had Rafe not just seen it for himself.

Ugh, fuck. Now I’m blushing.

“Clearly,” Rafe commented, scooping up my bra from the floor near his feet and dangling it from his fingers. Fucking hell. “I came to let you know that the charity case was missing, but I see you found her already.” His dark gaze rested on me for way too long, like he could see through the sheet with X-ray vision or some shit. Or maybe that was just a convenient excuse I was telling myself to justify the way my nipples hardened under his stare.

“Thanks, I was looking for that,” I snapped, stomping across the room to snatch my lace garment from his hand. Unable to stop pushing his buttons, I gave him my back and dropped the sheet—allowing Jordan a full frontal view of me in nothing but a plaid skirt. Bit porno? Yep, totally. His tortured groan and wicked smile backed it up, while I slipped my bra back on and tried, then failed, to fasten the hooks.

“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered under my breath after missing the eyelet for the second time and totally ruining the sexy thing I’d been aiming for.

Warm fingers pried the fabric from my hands, and I froze.

“You look like you need help, Cinderella,” Rafe murmured in my ear, and damn it if my whole body didn’t quiver as his fingertips brushed my spine and his breath feathered my neck.

Yeah, that had backfired.

“Thanks,” I snapped, jumping out of his grip the second I felt my bra hook close.

He huffed a small laugh. “Anytime.”

Wow, like that wasn’t a loaded statement.

“One other thing, Jordy,” Rafe continued, like he hadn’t just chucked a roman candle down my pants and set it on fire. “I just heard who some of the special guests are for the Spring Ball.”

I frowned, trying to follow what he was talking about as I tugged my blouse on and buttoned it up with shaking hands. “The school dance?”

Jordan gave me a nod. “Yeah, it’s tradition to invite important guests—some crap to do with alliances and politics because Arbon tends to secure the majority of royals as students.”

“Most, but not all. So, often invitations to the Spring Ball are extended to other royals or aristocrats,” Rafe continued, giving a small grimace. “I just heard Meghan is going to be attending with her guardians.”

Jordan heaved a sigh, but I had no idea who Meghan was.

A cold chill of dread pooled in my belly. What if Meghan was Jordan’s betrothed?

“It gets worse,” Rafe said, and Jordan pulled a pained face. “I also found out that Zach’s somehow managed to secure an exchange student position here for the rest of the academic year.”

This one I knew. Jordan cursed, running a hand through his hair, then he clenched a fist like he wanted to punch something. Or someone. Probably Zach.

“Has anyone told Mattie?” he asked, showing—once again—that he was constantly thinking of everyone else. So cute. “She needs to know.”

“I’ll go tell her,” I offered, tugging on my socks and locating my left shoe.

Jordan huffed as he finished dressing himself. “We all will. We need to fill the others in on our plan for Alex, too.”

I grinned at his implication that I had any hand in his plan but agreed anyway.