The next morning I couldn’t look Ryan in the eye. Every time he walked past me in the kitchen, that cocky little smirk appeared. He knew exactly what he’d done to me. My body still remembered his fingers.
My phone buzzed while I was in class.
Ryan: Tonight. Your car. Parking lot behind the library. 3 minutes. Don’t wear panties.
My thighs squeezed together under the desk. I was already getting wet just reading it.
Me: This is crazy.
Ryan: You lost last time. Pay up, baby.
I met him at 9:30 p.m. The parking lot was dark and almost empty. I climbed into the backseat of my car like a criminal. Ryan followed right after, locking the doors.
“Timer starts now,” he said, holding up his phone.
He didn’t waste a second. He yanked my skirt up, spread my legs wide, and buried two thick finger
