Selena Kitt - Baumgartner Generations - Henry

His cock was already getting hard again.

“Whoa. Hey. Libby?” Dean stopped in the doorway-even from under the bed, Henry heard the surprise in his voice and wondered if this was going to work at all. How was Libby going to explain how she’d gotten in?

“Hey, Dean.” Libby’s voice was low, sexy. Henry bristled at the sound of his roommate’s name in her mouth, said that way.

“Where’s…Henry?” Dean took a few tentative steps into the room. Henry could see his shoes. He was clearly trying to put the pieces together.

“He left,” Libby said.

Dean sounded incredulous. “He left you here?” Henry heard the door close.

“I told him I came here to see you,” Libby told him. Henry really didn’t like that sexy tone to her voice. It was downright seductive.

“Huh.” Dean’s tennis shoes crossed the floor between the beds and Henry shrank back without thinking. “How come?”

“Come over here.” Libby was practically purring. Henry closed his eyes and reminded himself why she was doing this in the first place. “Closer.”

“What is this?” Dean sounded cautious, bemused…but interested. Definitely interested.

“I wanted to ask you something,” Libby murmured. Henry could barely hear her, but Dean obviously could. He was standing facing his own bed-the bed Libby was on.

Was she just going to come right out and ask him? Henry hit the record button on the little micro recorder.

“Whoa, hey!” Dean exclaimed and Henry saw him take a step back from his bed. “What-?”

Henry was dying to know what, too. He couldn’t hear anything at all except his own breathing but he had a feeling he knew what was going on. Libby hadn’t said anything about how she was going to get Dean to tell her what she needed to know, but now he had an idea. A very bad idea.

“Libby,” Dean gasped. “Are you drunk?”

“So what if I am?” She actually slurred her words a little bit. TV news anchor? No-actress, Henry decided. Her talents were being wasted on paper, that much was clear.

He heard Dean groan. What the hell was going on out there? Henry set his jaw, watching the wheels turn on the cassette, willing himself not to move. It took all his effort.

“Oh, god…Libby…” Dean sighed and Libby made a sound, a very familiar sound, one Henry had heard not too long ago when they were in bed together. She was moaning.

Then he heard her say in a low, throaty voice, “Take off your pants. I want to find out if you’re as good as your big brother.”

“Ha.” Dean was smiling. Henry could actually hear his roommate grinning. “I love a competition.”

Of course he did. Libby knew damned well he did.

Henry saw Dean’s pants fall to the floor.

“Oh yeah, that’s good.” Dean’s shoes were still on the floor, but his feet weren’t in them anymore. “Come on, take your shirt off.”

No way. Henry closed his eyes. This wasn’t happening. She wouldn’t dare…

“Stay there.” Libby got off the bed, walking over to Dean’s dresser. Henry saw her cute pink stockinged feet. “Don’t move. You promise?”

“Sure, baby,” Dean agreed. Was he so arrogant? Did he really believe Libby had shunned Henry and chosen him instead-that she had come here just to fuck him, with nothing else on her mind? But he seemed to have bought it, hook line and sinker. Dean fully expected he was going to get laid.

“Let’s play a game.” Libby’s voice was teasing.

“A blindfold! Kinky!” Dean chuckled. “But I want to see those gorgeous tits.”

Henry gritted his teeth. He heard a strange clinking and then a loud CLICK.

“What the-?”

Another loud CLICK.

Libby asked, “Are you ready to play?”

“Handcuffs? Naughty!” There was clear anticipation in Dean’s voice, but Henry understood now.

Libby moved to sit on the edge of Henry’s bed and although he couldn’t see her, he felt her energy somehow-she was saying, This is for us, for you. I want you, not him. He didn’t know how he could possibly interpret things that way, considering all she’d done was cross the span between the twin beds and take a seat, but he knew it was true.

“Hey.” Dean didn’t sound so happy now. “Where’d you go?”

Libby was sitting on the edge of the bed, clearly aware of Henry beneath her as she told Dean, “You’re not going anywhere.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” He snorted. “Come over here.”

Libby’s next words created both silence and confusion for at least thirty seconds. “Marcus’s guys are on the way.”

There was real fear in Dean’s voice when he finally found it. “What are you talking about?”

“You wanted to know who my source was for the hazing article?” Libby was like a cat, playing with a bird or a mouse. “Marcus and I go way back. And he’s not very happy with you, is he, little man?” She put a disdainful emphasis on the word little.

Dean was scared, but he was trying not to show it. “Quit fucking around. Give me the key.”

“No.” There was no teasing tone to her voice anymore. She practically spat the words out. “This is for Elaine.”

“You fucking cunt!” Dean roared. “You know who my father is! You’ll be fucking expelled!”

“Big threats from such a tiny, little man.”

Ouch, Henry thought, finding himself oddly proud of the way she was standing up to him. He wished, more than anything, he could confront Dean directly and, well…kick his ass. That’s what he wanted to do. But this, Libby toying with him, manipulating him, was almost as good. Almost.

“I still have that tape,” Dean threatened. “I’ll put it on fucking YouTube, I swear to god I will!”

“Do what you want.” Libby sounded bored. “They may just kill you anyway.”

“He’s not really coming,” Dean said softly, muttering. “I told him he’d get his money this weekend. You’re just fucking with me.” He almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

“Oh he’s coming,” she assured him. “Listen to this.”

Henry clamped a hand over his mouth, stifling his own surprise. Now Henry knew why Libby had asked for his phone. It wasn’t just so she could turn it on “silent” and keep it from giving away his position under the bed.

Val’s voice came out of Henry’s cell-of course, Dean was blindfolded and had no idea that it belonged to Henry. He just heard the desperate, pleading whisper of Val’s voice saying, “Dean’s in trouble. Marcus’s boys are coming for him tonight!” before Libby turned it off again.

Once he’d heard it, Dean howled like he was in pain. “Let me go!”

“Are you kidding me?” She scoffed at the idea. “No way. You deserve it after what you did to Elaine.”

“Fuck that.” Dean swore, sounding desperate, but also somewhat calmer. “Libby, listen to me. I’m going to have their money this weekend. Call her back! Tell them to call the dogs off!”

“And Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny are your best friends too, right?” Libby actually laughed.

“Look in my backpack.” Dean was gritting his teeth. “Front pocket.”

Libby moved from the bed, finding his backpack by the door.

“Right up front. See it?” Dean asked.

“What is this?” Libby padded back toward the bed, sitting on the edge of Henry’s bed again. “Names?”

“The guys in my study group.” Dean hesitated and Henry knew this was it. He was going to say it. He was actually going to tell her. “Notice they’re all football players.”

“So?”

Dean went on, spilling it, his voice actually gaining strength as he talked. “We’re playing Eastern Michigan this weekend. EMU hasn’t had a winning season since 1995. Not only are they going to beat the spread against U of M this weekend, they’re going to win the whole damned thing.”