Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
KINCAID
By sheer force of will, I keep away from Francesca for the rest of Tuesday, keeping my scowl in check while I watch her eat lunch with Aidan, the pair sitting far too close together for my liking.
I wait for her Wednesday morning, but she doesn’t show before first bell. It’s a relief to walk into our shared first period physics class and see her in the first row.
Her seat is by the window, and each time I glance over, the thin winter sunlight is setting fire to her vibrant hair.
She keeps fiddling with the bracelet I gave her, rubbing her thumb over the pendant, sliding her fingertip under the chain. I had it made to match the hairpin I stole in the locker room, and I’m relieved she likes it. A relief that’s nothing to do with the piece of tech hidden snugly inside the pendant.
I’ve never given a girl something that expensive or heartfelt before.
Although her body reacted positively to me on Monday night, I already crave more, and I’m happy to take this as a sign that one day, her heart and mind might follow suit.
“Kincaid?”
I startle, drawing myself upright in my seat. The teacher stares at me with an expectant expression but I have no idea what he’s just asked. “Yes?”
“Your homework? Did you get an answer?”
There’s no reason for him to call on me. Usually, teachers ignore me in class, even when I’m doing something to warrant their attention.
Especially then.
“Yes. I did.”
A faint titter comes from the back of the class, but I don’t bother turning to see from whom.
All my usual aggression is absent this morning. Like it splashed in pearl seeds across Francesca’s chest; depleting stocks that will take time to refill.
Mr Harrison arches his eyebrow but when I shrug, he sighs and calls on a pupil willing and able to elaborate on their answer.
I try to concentrate. Studies don’t matter much to me, but I also don’t want word getting out that I’m thick, not when my distraction is down to a completely different reason.
But my gaze soon drifts from the whiteboard back to Francesca. This time when I look, her large green eyes stare back at me, and she jumps, jerking her head to face forward. Cheeks turning pink beneath the bounty of freckles.
In the space of a minute, the flush spreads along her throat and fans across her chest—at least the tiny snippet of flesh I can see.
I type into my phone under cover of the desk, sending her a text. According to her schedule, she has a free study period next, and although I told myself to back off for a while, give her time to adjust, it’s like I can’t help myself.
Kincaid
Meet me in the library next lesson
After the bell goes, I head straight to the library, finding a nice recess with a study table and three empty chairs. There’s just enough space between the books and the top of the shelves to see anyone coming.
When Francesca walks past, a worried frown on her face, I grab her wrist and haul her into the tiny alcove, finding it sexy as hell that she obeyed my instruction.
“Good girl,” I say in a low voice, mindful of the librarian ten metres away. “Now explain why you were late this morning.”
“Frost.” She puffs out an annoyed breath. “My car refused to start for so long, it’s lucky I got here at all.”
“I’ll have to book a mechanic, then. Don’t want to be cheated of my morning dose of freckles.”
“Is that why I’m here?”
“Well, I would’ve left you alone today, but noticed you couldn’t keep your eyes off me in class.”
The pink cheeks from earlier make a reappearance. There’s a flash in her eyes but she doesn’t correct my assessment, moving farther into the stacks.
It’s only second period, but she’s already messy, and I quickly adjust her collar, and reclip her fringe.
I love tidying the frazzled state she gets herself in without trying. Last night I woke from a dream where all I did was brush her hair.
“Why am I in the library? Did you need a tutoring session, after all?”
“I will if you keep distracting me in class. I had no idea what was happening in that last lesson.”
She rolls her eyes, wrinkling her nose in amusement. The jumpiness from this morning is gone and I wonder if it’s the setting that calms her fear. “Sure. I’m the reason you’re struggling in physics. Not the fact you never do your homework or pay attention.”
“Hm.” I pull out my phone.
“What is it?”
“Just checking because I don’t remember booking a roast.”
She snorts, then claps her hand over her face, glancing back to the librarian who hasn’t moved a muscle. On closer inspection, she has earbuds in, avoiding our attention the same way we’re trying to avoid hers.
“Hardly a roast. And what did you order? All I got was a place and a time.”
“If you like, I could sit down, and you could straddle me and let my fingers go exploring…”
I can’t work out her expression. Too many emotions are competing at once, as chaotic as her hair. I press my hands lightly on her shoulders, already stiffening, ready to have her mouth around me again.
“Or why don’t we try you on your knees?”
“Here? But anyone could come by!”
Despite her pink cheeks deepening to red, when I exert more pressure, she acquiesces, wrinkling her nose at the industrial grey carpet.
“Lay down your cardi if you want something cleaner.”
“And get it dirty instead? Good plan.”
I love the view of her staring up at me. Especially when her neat white teeth bite into her bottom lip, making her look nervous.
After a second without movement, I prompt, “Did you need a reminder of how this goes?”
She gives a sigh. “No. Just giving you the chance to take it back.” She undoes my fly and tugs down my underwear, wrapping her delicate fingers around me. The light touch is enough to set the blood pumping, getting me all the way hard.
Her body language is pure reluctance, but there’s a flicker of something hungry in her eyes. Enough to make me strain towards her, resting a hand on top of her head, precum beading on my tip.
“Nice hand job. Are you sure you don’t need a refresher course?” My fingers thrust into her hair, teasing apart the messy bun until there’s barely a semblance of its shape left. “Now how about you open that lovely big mouth of yours to protest, and I’ll get to work?”
She scowls, batting my hand away, then leans forward, taking the first tentative suck of my tip. The rough but slick surface of her tongue teases against my sensitive skin, a gush of saliva already leaking along my shaft, reaching her pumping hands.
The pleasure ripples along my length, meeting the ache of need from my balls. Her tongue spreads flat against me, and she takes me farther inside until I bump against the ridges of her hard palette.
Just the sight of her bright hair and delicate features makes my stomach pull tight. I bend away from her to get a better view, astonished how much the sight of her adds to the sensation. So much even her tentative movements feel skilled.
“That’s so good, baby.”
She pops off my head, glowering up at me. “Don’t call me that. I’m not one of the eager girls from your lineup, salivating over your cock.”
A statement she immediately undermines by going back to work, slobbering over me, her hands still rhythmically pumping.
“Take me deeper,” I order, my palm covering her head, fingers guiding her. My hips pump faster, and she speeds the bob of her head to match.
A boy clears his throat nearby and Francesca’s eyes widen. She attempts to withdraw, but I won’t let her.
The shelf judders as the unseen student takes out a book, and I cradle her head, thrusting deeper, senses alive with the sloppy wet sounds she’s making.
I see her kilt moving with the rhythmic clench of her thighs, and the thought she’s getting off on this, both of us on the verge of being discovered, makes me dizzy with pleasure until, with another pump, I explode into her mouth, seeing the jolt in her eyes when it hits her throat.
“Fuck, baby, ” I say, just to tease her, my ears attuned to sounds from the adjoining stacks.
There’s no way whoever stands there doesn’t understand what’s going on.
“That was so good.”
She tries to pull back, but I hold her steady. “Suck me clean. I want you to swallow every drop.”
The long suction as her mouth pulls back has my eyes rolling back in my head. By the time I recover, she’s standing, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist, eyes a vicious shade of green.
Our potential eavesdropper walks away.
“Anything else, or can I go?”
I tuck myself inside and do up my fly, movements disjointed and clumsy. “You’re lucky your tongue feels so good on my cock, Freckles. Otherwise, that big mouth might get you in trouble.”
She’s even more of a mess than before.
Shiny streaks of spit coat her face, lower lip swollen from her bite. I hold her chin so she can’t shrink away and bend to kiss her, savouring the sensuousness as I suck her lips between mine.
My head buzzes, incapable of thought. My nerves twist and turn, cold one moment, on fire the next. My spine creaks because she’s so goddamn short and I scoop my arm under her butt, lifting her until we’re level, my mouth never breaking its claim.
It’s not safe for a simple kiss to be this good.
“You should come with a warning sign,” I mutter, finding the strength to pull back, cock already stiff again, wanting to claim her again and again and who cares if we’re practically on display in the library where hundreds of students walk through the doors every day.
I still want to spread her legs and bury myself deep inside her. Make her scream when I mark her with every inch.
My arm grieves the loss when I return her feet to the ground.
“Your hair…” I croak and she pulls out the elastic and twists it back into shape.
She’s done everything I wanted when I sent the text.
I don’t want to let her go.
When she steps away, I say, “Stay. You’d usually study now, wouldn’t you?” Her faint nod is good enough and I sit, pulling out the chair next to mine. “Then we can study together. I need to work out what the last lesson was all about.”
Francesca hesitates, then takes the seat. I ignore that it’s probably fear of my uncle behind her capitulation and count it as a win.
With the textbooks in front of us, our arms occasionally brush together, and I enjoy the sparks of heat from her body. As I glance at our faint reflection in the window, I believe Francesca will warm to me in time. That one day, we’ll be a proper couple.
It’s just as hard to pay attention here as it was in class. I’ll have to dig out my textbooks later and attempt the homework again by myself.
But I don’t care.
“Have lunch with me today,” I say, still wanting more. Wanting to watch and talk, even if I don’t touch her.
“I’m eating lunch with Aidan,” she says and a challenge blossoms in her eyes. “Like most days.”
“You could do that,” I agree. “Or you could hide back here and wait for me to find you. I never realised how enjoyable the library could be until today.”
My smile widens and I see the twitch of her lips before she shuts down the response.
After Monday, I expected her to be more wary, but if anything, her defensive walls are crumbling. “From now on, I’ll save you a place at my table in case you change your mind.”
I tidy her hair one last time, then turn her around and pat her cute butt.
“Better hurry to your next class,” I say when the bell rings, enjoying the view as she walks away.