The Forever Crew (Adamson All-Boys Academy, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

wonder if he’s wearing any underwear beneath his robe? I facepalm for even thinking that. When I look up, Church is raising a single, skeptical brow at me. “Did you just literally facepalm to your own thoughts?” he asks, and I grimace. I have a bad habit of wearing my heart on my sleeve. He smiles at me before I get a chance to respond and sets his teacup aside, leaning forward and putting a hand between my legs. My robe catches under his palm, giving me absolutely zero chance of escaping. “I love how animated you are, Mr. Carson.”

I can't believe I ever thought he was a sociopath (or psychopath, whatever, I can't remember the difference). He's just bottled up, full of emotion he refuses to submit to. Me, I'm a slave to my emotions.

feeling my palm sweat against Ranger's. His is dry and warm, and I can only hope he isn't squicked out by my moistness. I mean, the moistness in my palm that is. Like, I'm sure he wouldn't mind moistness elsewhere … I bet he'd mind the word moist though. He seems like the type to get peeved over a word.

“School shooting,” he whispers, closing his eyes for a moment. Fuck. I don’t need to ask any other questions about that. Growing up, we’ve all gotten used to fearing for our lives when we go to school. It’s a sad, sick part of life as a member of Gen Z.

I'm most definitely not a boy. No, I'm a secret girl, with my ruthless boys … my forever crew.

All 3 titles mentioned back to back! Damn!

His dopey lovestruck grin fades into a smirk. “It's just, our little Chuck-let is all grown-up and tackling Adamson in a skirt. It's a proud, but scary moment for your harem.” “My … what?!” I choke out as Ranger grits his teeth, Church raises a brow, and the twins grin. “We're living a reverse harem,” they say in unison, nodding and then exchanging a look. Tobias reaches into his front pocket, pulls out a little Ouran High School Host Club button with all the characters on it, and attaches it to my own blazer pocket, right next to the Student Council pin. “There,” he says, his grin getting a little lopsided as he looks me over with those pretty green eyes of his. “Now everyone knows.”

The soft Enya music that's been playing this whole time—gag me with a spoon, definitely not my choice of tunes—gets turned up,

Spencer and I did sneak some private time in this morning, but, like, we only did hand stuff. Although hand stuff is sex. If anyone tells you otherwise, they're either ignorant, delusional, or else they subscribe to a hetero-normative view of sex that's antiquated and weird. Ahem.

“What do you mean grab something? From where?” “Just … from my room,” I say, fully aware that I’m not quite thinking clearly. If you’ve ever seen the movie The Proposal with Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock in it, you’ll get it. They have a fake engagement, and she runs. And she runs because she … loves him. That, and she doesn’t want to hurt his family. “Charlotte Farren,” Dad warns, but I’m already pushing open the screen door and hiking the skirts up as high as I can get them. “What on earth are you doing?” I start to run down the path, the wind blowing blond curls around my face. “I’m Sandra Bullocking!” I shout as I zip past a cluster of other students,

“They have a fake engagement, too, but at the end, the girl runs away from the wedding.” “And this is what you meant by Sandra Bullocking?” Church asks, and I nod. His smile gets a little wider. “Interesting idea, to turn an actresses’ name into a verb. I like the way you think, Chuck.” He pauses for a moment to consider my explanation. “So the clip was truly inconsequential then. You were running away.”

manga stack on the nightstand. “Lots of hentai,” he whispers, putting his mouth up against my forehead. Hentai is Japanese porn, by the way. “The occasional romance. You know what my favorite genre is?” “Am I about to find out?” I look over at him, still breathing hard, still tied up. “Bully romance,” he says with a smile. “I like to see the bad guys get redeemed in the end.” “And who’s the bad guy here?” I ask, cocking a brow as Church sits up and leans over me to grab one of the books, flipping open to a page that’s been marked carefully with a bookmark. “You. You are the bully, Chuck Carson. You knocked my project into the water, and then refused to apologize. When we asked you to help fix your mistake, you acted like we were in the wrong. So, you’re the bully in this scenario, trying to regain my trust because you’re madly in love with me.” “Is that what’s happening here?” I ask,

“No, Charlotte Carson. You might be the bully, but I’m the boss.” He smiles and hooks his left leg over mine, moving between my thighs and grabbing my ass to readjust my hips. “We’re going to recreate every scene in this book, starting with this one. The hero ties the heroine up after their wedding and takes her nice and slow. He doesn’t worry about his own pleasure until she’s shaking.” Church turns his head to the side and looks me over. “This should do.”

“Poor people don’t do much travelling, do they?” My eye twitches as I give the tall, lean form of Tobias McCarthy a scathing look. “Travel takes money, and billionaires horde it all and don’t pay fair wages, so what do you think the answer to that question is?” “Take a seat, Chuck, and relax,” Micah says, scooting around behind me

hm no. Answer the damn question.

classroom. Mr. Johansen quickly makes an excuse and disappears down the hall to read his erotica novels. He’s always leaving his Kindle on, and always at a questionable scene of dubious character. Old perv.

“Twat-face. That’s a new one, but I like it.”

Teenagers are straight-up hoes.

Did I just get a reverse harem ending? Yeah, yeah, I think I just did.

a sign on it that reads Reserved for the Student Council. Someone’s added sit here and we’ll beat you up in red on the bottom, probably the twins or Spencer. “I have to say, with all that money you rich people horde and refuse to pay in fair wages to your workers, you sure know how to put together a nice party.” “Aww, thanks, babe,” Spencer says, putting a hand to his chest. Yep, the irony’s completely lost on them.

We’re just going to take things slow, and see what happens. If it works forever, then we’ll date forever. If it doesn’t, then that doesn’t matter either because we’re a forever crew. I feel confident that we’ll be in each other’s lives, no matter what, even if it’s just as friends.

Dad and Ian regard each other with wary expressions, but when they both turn their attention toward me and Mom, I can see that they each love her in their own way. Hey, if she plays her cards right, maybe she could start her own harem?

….now there’s an idea.

This is Chuck Carson, the secret girl, with her ruthless boys, her forever crew, signing out. Peace, love, and pink cupcakes, my friends. Always remember: hug like you mean it, love with your whole heart, and naked-bake something every once in a while. Over and out.

omfg what a liner to end on.