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She shakes her head as her cheeks flush with color. Her pupils enlarge. “No, and neither did Kenz. We decided to watch and see what happened.”
“Did she hide with you, little nympho?” I slide my hand down her side, drawing my t-shirt up more so I can see what Luke is doing to her. His arm shifts back and forth and his hand is buried in the front of her panties.
Her breath comes out in soft pants. “No, she usually had a boyfriend. So she never really had to hide.”
Is it odd that the girls didn’t want Kenz, but the guys did? Or maybe that’s why the girls didn’t want her?
“Why did you hide?” I shift against her as her arousal floods my nose with her beautiful vanilla scent mixed with that heady scent that is all Harper. My cock hardens, but we’re done fucking for the night. Fuck, we should already be asleep. It’s late.
She cries out, and her eyelids slide shut as her body twitches against mine. I’ve seen plenty of girls come over the years, but none of them did it with the complete abandon Harper does.
It makes me want to keep making her come until she begs me to stop. Or falls into subspace again. Fuck, that’s like horny Harper on a much higher level.
Her breath relaxes as it blows across my chest. Luke draws his hand out of her panties and sucks each of his fingers clean.
“Tell me, little nympho. Why did you hide from us even back then?”
Her eyes open and there’s this hint of sadness in them. “My best friend moved away, and I was lucky enough to find someone new who could see beyond what everyone else saw.”
“What did everyone see, princess?” Luke holds her against him. His mouth brushes her neck with every word.
“No one.” The words are low and almost inaudible.
I tip her chin up so our eyes meet. “You’ve never been no one, Harper.”
She breathes out but holds my gaze. “I’ve always been no one, Caden. You guys barely even noticed me before this year. Most people didn’t even know my name until you made me yours.It’s... whatever, but when you can’t be where people are, they tend to forget you exist. When you can’t go to their parties and don’t have parties of your own, people stop inviting you. You become no one.”
Her eyes flash with heat. “So when you guys accuse the one person who didn’t care if I went to parties because she still hung out with me. The one person who stood by me when no one else remembered I existed. Yes. That upsets me. She’s my friend because we get each other. We like the same movies and laugh at the same jokes. We spend time together. And yeah, she spends a lot of time with her boyfriend now. But I spend a lot of time with you guys. That doesn’t make her less of my friend.”
She draws in a breath. “Because at the end of the day, if I need her, she’ll be there for me. But she’s in love with her boyfriend, so do I blame her for wanting to watch him play in his football game while I undo what those horrid Cheermonsters did to Luke’s jersey? Absolutely not.”
Her eyes narrow. “She did come looking for me in the bathroom. Maybe my message never got to her about the locker room? And when she couldn’t find me, she tried to get to you guys for help. So, no I don’t believe she’d set that up. But do you know who would have ripped Zach’s balls off if he’d laid one hand on me?”
“She’d have to get in line, princess.”
“The only reason he’s still breathing is because he didn’t touch you.” I hold her gaze because this is important. “If she’s who you think she is, then anything we do to find out more about her won’t affect her. You can tell her our theory. You can even tell her we’re looking into her. It’s not because we think she’s out to get you. It’s because we need to be certain. One hundred percent.”
Her lips press into a stubborn line. “I’m one hundred percent certain she has nothing to do with this.”
“Good. We’re not. I’m like ninety-nine, but that one percent bothers the fuck out of me. And I’m not willing to overlook the one person who knows everything about you as a suspect.”
She’s not happy about it, but I can see the moment she concedes.
“I’m going to tell her.” She rests her head on my heart.
“Good. Now be my good girl and go to sleep.”
CHAPTER 55
Voluntold
Harper
My heart pounds as we enter the high school. The guys have their missions, but I have mine. I need to tell my best friend that my boyfriends are looking into her because they think she might have something to do with what’s going on.
My stomach churns again, and I seriously think I’m going to be sick. Last night, I felt so confident telling Caden that I’d tell her, but now I’m worried. What if she thinks I don’t trust her?
The guys don’t understand how precious Kenz is to me. She’s been my only friend. My only light outside this school. It’s inconceivable she’d be the one trying to hurt me. We’ve been friends since sixth grade. What would even be her motive? What would she get out of hurting me? It’s not like the guys hurt her in any way.
