“Maybe I just prefer my hand since I haven’t found a cock that can make me come, not without help.”
“Then you haven’t been with a guy who knows how to use his cock.”
I roll my eyes. “So few women orgasm from a cock alone. Most need clit stimulation. So, if your old girlfriends came as soon as you entered them? Yeah, they were just stroking your ego. Sorry to burst that bubble.”
Yeah, so much for me learning my place.
“This your bike?” Tyler asks.
I flinch.
“No way.” Brett glances from me to the bike and back again. “You ride a bike?”
I lift my chin. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.”
“If you think that impresses us—”
“I don’t. Just like it doesn’t impress me that you guys have bikes instead of Porsches.”
Brett glances at the others, his smirk fixated on his face.
“Of course you would have a car and a bike,” I mutter.
“Naturally,” Brett says. “I don’t understand how you got into here. This is a prestigious school.”
Prestigious. Brett sure acts like it. What do you want to bet that he’s the principal’s son or something? A son of someone on the board at least. That has to be the case.
“What do you want to bet she’s some kind of charity case?” he continues. “Here on scholarship.”
I’m fuming. Well, I am here on scholarship. I provided the school with my legit grades, albeit from a fictitious school, and I earned my full ride here.
“Merit,” I snap. “Too bad you don’t know anything about merit, do you, Brett? No, you have your silver spoon shoved so far up your ass that I’m surprised it doesn’t come out your nose when you sneeze.”
Brett marches up to me. “Your nose or your bike. Which do you value more?”
“You touch my bike, and you’re dead,” I snap.
“She’s a real biker all right.” Tyler snorts a laugh.
I really don’t think he’s helping me any.
“Your nose then,” Brett says.
He’s not going to punch me.
No way would I let him.
I've taken karate for years. I know how to defend myself, how to avoid a blow, but Brett's got reach on me. He's already in front of me. Plus, my backpack is kind of heavy, and it's throwing me off balance. I go to duck beneath Brett's arm, but he's too fast for me, and he grabs my shoulders, pinning me in place.
He brings his face inches from mine. Lines up his mouth with my nose.
He’s going to bite me.
Only he doesn’t. He licks my nose.
It’s so unexpected that I don’t know how to react. I just stare at him. My expression has got to be one of stupid shock.
He chuckles to himself, clearly proud that he completely knocked me off balance, and I blow out a breath.