Selena Kitt - Baumgartner Generations - Henry

He shrugged, offering her a lopsided smirk. “What happened, huh?”

“Well the little towhead disappeared, that’s for sure.” She laughed, a sound he wasn’t sure he’d ever heard, her hand still moving in his now-dark hair. “But I think you turned out all right.”

“Except for the whole reading thing,” he reminded her, frowning.

“We’ll work on that. Yes?” She stood, going back behind her desk to sit and pull out some papers.

“Yes,” he agreed. He still had a rock sitting in his stomach, but at least it didn’t feel quite so heavy now.

She was like a different person when she smiled. “Let’s get started.”

“Come on!” Dean slammed his fist on the table beside him, jarring the cups and bottles of beer sitting on it. “That was the worst fucking pass I’ve ever seen!”

Henry sank back further into the low couch in the fraternity common room, grabbing his beer off the table just in case Dean decided to pound on it again.

“Dude, what the hell did you bet on the Lions for anyway?” Cody nudged Dean’s shoulder.

“Long shots pay off big.” Dean scowled. “Fucking pussy!” he yelled at the wide screen. “Can’t hold onto a goddamned football?”

“Butterfingers,” Henry observed, hiding his smile against his beer bottle as he took a swig.

“Dick,” Dean growled, glaring at him. He was practically foaming at the mouth.

“So Henry, guess who I saw in the kitchen?” Cody dropped his voice, leaning in to make himself heard over the music and the television.

“I have no idea.” Henry tried not to snicker when the Lions fumbled yet another pass and Dean jumped out of his seat with a string of profanity, starting to pace in front of the couch like a caged lion.

“Val.” Cody laughed when Henry nearly let his beer bottle slip from his hand.

“You’re kidding me?” Henry hadn’t seen her-hadn’t ever expected to see her again-since that night. Although, he had to admit, he’d had a few Fleshlight sessions replaying the whole thing in his head. “Is Marcus here?”

Cody shrugged. “Didn’t see him.”

Henry still couldn’t figure that whole thing out. If she was Marcus’s girlfriend, as Dean claimed, then why in the hell had she volunteered to do what she did? Dean said she was just kinky like that, and it had actually all been her idea. He didn’t know if he could believe it, though. Dean liked to tell tall tales, and it was often hard to know when he was telling the truth or pulling your leg. He still didn’t know how they’d managed to get the girl out of there without it all degenerating into a gang rape, considering the energy in the room that night, but Marcus had ushered her out pretty quickly afterward.

Now she was here? How in the hell could she possibly walk back into the place, knowing that most of these guys had seen her in such a compromising position?

“Speak of the devil.” Cody gestured toward the door and Henry caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. It was her all right, no mistaking those big, darkly made-up eyes. She was wearing more clothes tonight, though-a short black and red checked leather skirt and a red sweater that all matched her red and black streaked hair.

“Hey, boys.” The sound of her voice made Henry’s mouth go dry. It brought that whole night back into focus, which was both exciting and embarrassing at once.

“Hey, Val.” Cody tipped his bottle at her. “Want a beer?”

“No thanks.” She plopped down onto the couch next to Henry, sitting close enough that her thigh brushed his when she crossed her legs. “How you doing, Henry?”

“Fine.”

Dean swore again, stalking away from the television, and Henry glanced at the score. The Lions were down by twenty-one and it was only half-time.

“I need more alcohol,” Dean grumbled, walking by them.

Val crinkled her nose. She had a diamond stud in it. “What’s his problem?”

“I think he bet on the wrong team,” Cody piped up.

“I hate it when that happens.” Val’s reply was directed at Cody, but she didn’t stop focusing on Henry. He could feel her gaze on him.

“So where’s Marcus?” Henry took a swig of his beer, pretending to be interested in the half-time show. Cheerleaders-what was there not to like?

“He’s on a date.”

Henry startled, glancing over at her. “A…date?”

“Yeah.” Her smile was slow, her mouth curling at the corners, and he couldn’t help but remember how it felt when she kissed him. “We’re not exclusive. We have an arrangement.”

“Ah.” Henry looked back to the television.

“Besides, I’m tired of being a sports widow,” Val pouted, crossing her arms and pushing her not inconsiderable breasts up. He could remember every luscious inch of them. He tried to distract himself with the television, thinking about Libby. She wouldn’t call him back. He’d even tried going through Elaine, but she wouldn’t call him either.

“So what sport is he widowing you for?” Cody prodded Val.

She rolled her eyes. “Every sport.”

Val turned her attention toward Henry again, not letting up as she leaned in and whispered to him, her breath warm. “So how are you liking your prize?”

“Uh…” He shifted on the couch, feeling her breasts pressing against his arm, warm and soft and full.

“I liked watching you.” Her breath smelled like alcohol and cherries. He didn’t say anything, but her lips were so close they brushed his ear, making him shiver. “It turns me on, watching guys get off like that.”

He gulped down another long swig of beer, finishing off the bottle, not saying a word.

“And you were so incredible.” Her voice dropped into an even softer range, the words meant just for him. “I couldn’t believe how you just kept going. You got hard again so fast.”

Cody was watching them. Henry cleared his throat. “It’s a gift, I guess.”

“Want to do it again?” she murmured, her fingernails tickling the back of his neck.

He glanced from the television to Cody and then back again. It was hardly a question. Did he want to? Hell yes. But it was probably not the best idea in the world…

“What dorm are you in?” Her teeth grazed his earlobe. She had him so hard his cock felt like it was bent in half.

“Mosher-Jordan.”

“Nice.” Val raised her finely plucked eyebrows. “Private bathroom and just two freshmen to a room? What did you do to get that gig?”

He shrugged. “Won the lottery, I guess.”

She stood, reaching out her hand. “Come on. I have a car.”

How was he going to tell her no? The short answer was-he wasn’t. Standing, he took her hand and ignored Cody’s dropped jaw. “Tell Dean I went to the dorm. Tell him not to hurry back.”

Cody tipped his beer. “Will do.”

Val drove a white Mazda stick-shift and Henry grabbed the dashboard as she zipped through campus.

Henry tried to start a conversation. “So…are you a sophomore?”

“We don’t have to make small talk.” Val smiled that Cheshire cat smile, her hand moving to the back of his neck again. Her nails scraping his skin made him instantly hard. Hard er. If that was possible. “We’re going back to your room so we can fuck.”

Well. That cleared things up.

“I’m a junior.” Her hand moved back to the gearshift as she slowed for a light. “Pre-law. What else do you want to know?”

“Uhh…”

She was shifting again, turning corners faster than he could take a breath, teasing him, “I would think you already saw everything you needed to…”

“What’s your favorite movie?” He tried to change the subject, grabbing the dashboard with both hands as she pulled into the dorm parking lot, searching for a space.