Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

WE JERK OUR heads, seeing someone’s cell light up and play a standard
jingle.
Shit.
Amy whines, Krisjen yawns, and I see movement under the sheet. Oh,
God. I flail, shoving her off me, and Krisjen sits up in bed, grabbing her
phone as Liv and I pull the covers up over us. Her tank top lies between us,
and I grab it, stuffing it under the covers.
My blood still rushes hot, the pulse between my thighs hammering, and a
cool sweat covers my body.
Fuck. What time is it? I glance at the window, seeing light stream
through, although the rain and thunder haven’t let up. Coach usually has us
out of here by seven or eight. Is it time to get up already?
Krisjen rises from the bed in the dark, and Amy stretches, kicking the
covers down off her body.
My mind races. What if they heard something? What if they saw?
What if they plop on the bed and notice I’m fucking naked? Where are
my clothes?
I put my hand over my mouth, afraid they can hear my breathing, and I’m
not sure if I’m scared or about to lose my mind at how good she felt.
I just couldn’t stop.
Krisjen looks down at us in the darkness, yawning. “Hey, you switch
beds? Sorry, I’m a worm when I sleep.”
I clear my throat, my mouth like sandpaper as I look over my shoulder at
her. “Yeah, it’s okay,” I choke out, feigning grogginess. “Your alarm sucks,