Chapter 34
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I picked at my lunch, but I hadn’t been able to eat much of anything since Monday. Giving up, I pushed my untouched tray away and rubbed the ring on my finger.
“I still can’t believe any of this. It all seems so crazy to me. Are you sure you’re okay, Ren? You don’t look like you are,” Ivy said, laying her hand on my arm.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
Myles had been distant and quiet since Tuesday.
I didn’t expect him to attend class, but I had gone to see him after school.
He hardly talked and definitely didn’t tell me what happened.
I was worried about him and us. The sweetness that was always in him was just gone.
He still held my hand as I laid with him, and he wasn’t mean or nasty.
He didn’t order me out, but he was cool and distant like he’d shut down or shut off.
“Do you know why she’s still here,” Ivy asked, and I didn’t have to look to know she meant Fiona. I could hear that dueling cackle of her and Vicky as they laughed about something like they were old pals. It was a friendship made in Hell, designed just for me.
“My guess is that Myles’s father insisted she stay, or she didn’t want to leave,” I said.
“But the marriage is off?”
I shrugged. “Myles says it is, but I really don’t know.
He may not know. I hate this so much.” I looked over at Fiona as she laughed again at whatever the rest of the mean girls were saying.
It was vain of me, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the butt of their jokes.
Nash and the guys were still at their usual table, but Vicky and the cheerleaders had been given the boot.
Funny enough, Myles’s lacrosse team had migrated to the table with Nash instead.
“Has your dad ever said anything about Owen McCoy?”
“Not really, but he’s not one to talk to me about stuff like that unless he’s drunk, and if he’s drunk, you don’t want to be near him.” The smile slipped from her face. What was it with this place and asshole fathers? Was it a prerequisite to be a dick for your child to go here?
“How are things with your dad?”
Ivy shrugged. “I don’t know. He picked me up at the airport and dropped me off here, but he’s only texted once. I feel bad about that, but I don’t at the same time.”
“I understand that feeling. If you hear anything, let me know. Myles just says that his father is not a nice man, but I want to know exactly what that means. Seeing what he did to Myles, I’m convinced he is the Devil.”
“Are you sure you want to know? What if you don’t like what you find? I mean what you learn could be a whole lot worse.”
It was a valid question. “I don’t think I can live here and keep my head buried in the sand. If I want to be part of Myles’s….” I stopped before I said, or Blake’s life, and swallowed. I hadn’t told Ivy about dating Blake, too.
“Myles’s what?”
“Sorry, I totally lost track of what I was thinking about. If I want to be part of his life, then I think I need to know my enemies.”
Ivy’s eyes widened. “You really want to take on his father?”
“I don’t know what I want to do yet, but what I do know is that I need to know more.” Blake walked in and smiled at me. I grabbed my backpack. “And I have an idea. We’ll talk later.”
“All good. I need to hunt Chantry down anyway,” Ivy said, giving me a quick hug before we went our separate ways.
“Do you think you’re up to helping me for a few minutes,” I asked as I reached Blake.
“Sure.” He put his arm around my shoulders as we walked out of the cafetorium. “Where are we going?”
“Library, I want you to show me all the books you mentioned about this place.”
“Okay.”
“How’s Myles?”
Blake shook his head. “He’s not himself.”
I was relieved that Blake saw the same thing.
It meant that it wasn’t just directed at me, and I wasn’t imagining it.
We stepped outside, and there was a hint of spring in the air.
It hadn’t warmed up, and there was a fresh coating of snow on everything, but I could feel it.
You always could when you lived someplace with seasons.
There was a scent and subtle shift all around you, and it was there today.
“I don’t know what to do.” I looked up at Blake as we reached the library, and he sighed, pulling open the door.
“I’m going home for the weekend. It’s part of my parent’s rules for remaining at Wayward instead of…well, you know. They want me there every other weekend to spend more time together. So why don’t you stay in the room with him? Maybe he just needs more than a couple of hours with you.”
“Maybe. I’ll only stay if Myles wants me to.”
“Trust me, he wants you to. If I could get away with you lying in bed with me all night, I’d steal the opportunity,” Blake whispered as his shoulder brushed mine.
A shiver coursed through me with the thought of being snuggled between him and Myles.
We’d sat together on Myles’s bed, and Blake had become more affectionate, but going to sleep between them and waking up the same way… .
“I hope that smile is for me.” Blake’s breath fanned my ear before he placed a kiss against my neck.
“Fifty percent,” I said cheekily. Blake gripped my hips from behind and nipped at my ear.
“Let’s see if I can make it seventy-five,” he whispered and tugged me deeper behind the large bookshelves. No one was up here, but my heart jumped around in my chest like we were going to get caught any second.
“That’s a steep number,” I teased, my body lighting up as his hands roamed.
Swirling butterflies soared around like they were following the movement, and I sucked in a ragged breath.
Blake’s hand moved over my stomach and then up the front of my blouse, caressing the underside of my breasts.
I would know Blake’s touch even with my eyes closed.
“I might even push it to eighty,” he said, making me smile as he turned me around and pressed his body up against mine.
“I think you might be aiming too high with that number.” I shivered as he moved my arms over my head, his lips hovering over mine. The world narrowed in, and all I could see were his green eyes, reminding me of a bright spring day.
“Oh, I think I can do it.” I licked my lips, wanting to kiss him, but he was very good at distracting me.
“Let’s see how good you are at keeping quiet.
” I would’ve protested, at least I think I would have, but he kissed me and shifted his leg between mine.
The movement made me shudder as he rubbed against everything sensitive.
Back and forth ever so slowly, he drove me wild.
If there had been music, I would’ve said we were doing an exotic, dirty dance.
Blake pressed closer until our bodies were up against one another, and his tongue teased my lips.
He didn’t force my mouth open, but there was a neediness to the caress that had me opening for him to explore.
I moaned as his relentless leg continued to rub against me, wiping away the concern of possibly being seen or once more ending up in the Dean Henry’s office. Blake was using his mouth to lull me into submission with a seductive sweetness that had me begging for more.
“Do you like that,” he asked as he trailed kisses along my cheek to my neck.
I nodded, words not forming as his thigh continued to tease me.
He groaned with his mouth on my neck, and I melted on the spot as my legs weakened, but that only put more pressure in all the right places.
Unable to help myself, I wiggled against his leg, and he groaned again, his voice deeper as his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin.
“That’s it, my Little Kite. Be naughty and let go, here in the library, for me,” Blake whispered in my ear, and my eyes fluttered closed.
“You feel so good.” His muscles flexed, making it easy to feel how excited he was.
The hard bulge rubbed along my leg and pushed my kilt up.
I gasped. My body was on fire and screaming for more.
My hands clenched as I tugged at my arms, wanting so badly to touch him, but Blake held firm.
“Do it. Let go and fuck my leg. Come for me,” Blake said, his tongue swirling along my neck. This felt so dirty, and the sound of the students talking on the lower level only made the wicked feeling more intense and sent a tremor of excitement through my body. “Do it. I want you to.”
Opening my eyes, I stared into Blake’s. I loved that his hair had fallen forward and was wildly strewn across his face, making him look every bit the player that he’d built himself to portray.
My thundering heart was put to the test as he pressed himself up against me again, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Do it,” Blake whispered against my lips and then swallowed my moan as I let go of the last bit of remaining uncertainty and ground myself harder against his leg. The heat of his body was as tempting as the rest of him. “Yeah, just like that, fuck that feels so good.”
I was panting as I kissed him harder, and all sensibilities were tossed out the door.
I wiggled and met his movements, the urgency building steadily between us.
The air felt like it was sizzling and humming as my blood pounded harder.
The closer the orgasm got, the more erratic my movements became, and soon I didn’t care that it would look like I was humping his leg.
I just wanted to reach that peak at all costs.
Blake sucked in a breath. “Goddamn, you’re going to make me come in my pants if you keep that up. It feels so fucking good.”
The rhythmical thrusts were gone as we wantonly rubbed against one another, both lost to our own needs.
I came in a rush that stole my breath away, moaning and half-screaming into Blake’s mouth as the climax rolled through my body.
His body hardened and trembled against mine a moment before he jerked and then froze.
Blake groaned into my mouth as he thrust hard against my thigh again, and then we both went limp in each other’s arms.
“Oh shit, I wasn’t expecting that.” He kissed my lips softly and let go of my hands, so I could finally touch him.
I smiled. The blush and lingering waves of the orgasm made me feel like I was floating. I wrapped my arms around Blake’s neck and kissed him, long and slow, taking my time to really taste him and enjoy this moment now that it was okay.
“No? Never had that happen before,” I asked, shyly looking at him from under my eyelashes.
“Not once.” He tilted my head up with his finger, forcing me to stare into his all-consuming gaze. “You are a closet bad girl, aren’t you?” The blush deepened, making my ears hot.
“I don’t know. I guess anything is possible.” I smiled and ran my fingers through his soft hair. Any girl would be jealous. It wasn’t overly long, but it was thick and soft and so shiny. Many would pay thousands at a salon to achieve the natural golden blond.
“What I know is that now I need to change my pants before the next class.” He stepped back and looked down, and I covered my mouth not to laugh at the wet spot in the front of his dress slacks. “That is what you just did to me.”
“You started it,” I whispered as he peeled off his cardigan and tied it around his waist, the sleeves covering the mark.
“Maybe, but you certainly finished it.” He smirked, and I couldn’t hold his stare as the teasing had me giggling.
He cupped my chin and forced me to look at him.
“I don’t care. I’d do that a million more times if you let me.
” Blake’s lips touched mine softly, and then hovered over them.
“You’re so sexy.” His thumb ran over my bottom lip.
“I just have to say it again. I’m sorry for how I treated you when you first arrived.
I’m not sure I can ever say that enough, but I really am. ”
“I know, and now you have that, and me saving your life to make up for.” I cupped his face, kissing him and savoring the last few moments we could steal before running off to class.
“I will gladly beg for your forgiveness every day for the rest of my life. Fuck, I better move away and show you these books before I keep you in this dark corner for the rest of the afternoon.”
Blake pushed away from the bookcase, taking his warmth and the soft scent of ocean breeze that had to be part of his body wash or cologne. Whatever it was, it was addicting, and I wanted to bury my face in the crook of his neck and breathe deeply.
He held out his hand, and smiling, I slipped mine into his.