Chapter 13
XANTHE
“Wow, that is such a beautiful drawing!” I tell Katie, smiling at the picture of her dog. She’s the last student left in my class for the day. “Your mom is going to love that.”
She beams, gently folding the piece of paper and putting it in her bag. “Oh, there’s Mom! I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Rhodes.”
“Enjoy the rest of your afternoon,” I say, watching her leave.
I quickly tidy up the classroom and get everything ready for tomorrow’s lessons before I lock the door and head to my car.
Ghost is parked across the street, watching me. I wave my hand at him, knowing he will follow me back to my house. I’ve just made it to my front door when he spins me around and pushes me back against it, kissing me. “Come spend the night at the clubhouse with me.”
“Okay,” I agree.
And then he does something I’ve been waiting for.
He smiles.
And it makes him look so damn handsome that I can’t look away. “Beautiful,” I whisper, reaching out to touch his lips. “You should smile more often, Ghost. You have such a nice smile.”
“I have more of a reason to smile these days,” he rasps, grabbing my keys and opening the door for me.
He follows me inside and sits on the couch. Opie comes out of my bedroom and jumps onto Ghost’s lap. Ghost quickly starts petting him. “Maybe we should bring him to the clubhouse.”
“I suppose we could, but he wouldn’t have his cat tower and all of his toys and things,” I say, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.
“Or we could just stay here tonight,” he suggests, looking up at me. “I thought you might want to hang out with the old ladies, but this way I get you all to myself.”
“Sounds good to me. I can avoid all of their questions about us.” I smirk, sitting next to him. I turn to find his eyes already on me.
The way he watches me is so intense that sometimes I have to look away.
“You don’t want to tell them about us?”
I bite my lower lip. “I mean, they know something is going on, especially after yesterday at the pool, but I know they’re dying for more information.”
Honestly, I haven’t given them everything. We’re still working it out between us, and we still have a lot to learn about each other.
Opie jumps onto my lap, and I run my fingers through his fur. “What should we have for dinner?”
“I know what I want,” he whispers, eyes roaming down my body. “But I can feed you first. Do you want me to order something?”
Standing up, I put Opie down. “Actually, I think I want something else first.”
Ghost studies me, playing with his tongue ring. “I’ve created a monster.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I pull off my blouse, then step backward toward my bedroom. He stands, takes a step toward me, and I turn around and run.
He chases behind me, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. He lays me on the bed, his steel-gray eyes darker than I’ve seen them. “Don’t run unless you want me to catch you, little one. I like the chase.”
Running my hand down between my breasts, I tease him by slowly making my way down to my pussy. I don’t know what he’s waiting for, but I want to give him my virginity, and no matter what happens, I’d never regret that.
But he doesn’t think the time is right yet. How is he going without sex for so long? Unless he’s getting it elsewhere, and I know he has it on tap at the clubhouse, but I don’t think he would do that to me. Right?
My sister always says that you can’t trust men, even the good ones. I don’t know if that’s true, or maybe I’m just more of a dreamer than she is.
But Ghost is dangerously hot, ripped, and tattooed. He’s the bad boy you want to try to tame.
And then there are those words Daisy said to me. He hasn’t even tried to fuck me, never mind the other kinky shit she mentioned.
I would love to know what he’s thinking.
His warm, inked hand cups my face. “Where did you go, sunshine?”
“Nowhere,” I reply, leaning forward and kissing him. He helps me pull off my skirt, bra, and panties, and then slowly undresses himself.
My eyes drop to his dick, which jerks under my scrutiny. I take him into my hand and stroke him from base to tip. He groans before breathing a low, “Yes. Just like that.”
I lower my mouth to him, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling just hard enough.
I’ve learned that I love it when Ghost is dominant and takes control in the bedroom. I know he’s holding himself back, easing me into things, but I’m ready to explore this with him. I’ll happily submit to him in the bedroom.
He gently strokes my throat, then his hand moves to my nape, pinning me in place as he starts to thrust.
“Tap my thigh if you want me to stop, okay?”
I nod around him, moaning as he keeps sliding in and out.
“Fuck, Xanthe,” he grits out, increasing his pace. When he’s about to come, he pulls out of me and flips me over onto my stomach with my ass in the air, and my thighs spread. My cheeks heat when I realize he has a close-up view of my ass too.
“Fuck, I’m never going to forget this sight,” he rumbles, kneeling on the floor and gripping my thighs.
And then he starts to kiss up my inner thighs, taking his time before eating my pussy from behind. It’s so fucking dirty, and I love it.
And when his tongue trails upward, I don’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer.
When I wake up the next morning, Ghost isn’t in bed, but I can hear him talking to Opie in my kitchen. When I roll over to his side, his phone starts vibrating. Picking it up to see who is calling, I freeze when the name Daisy pops up. I don’t even have to open it to read the beginning of it.
Daisy: Why did you call me? Want to finish what we started?
Why the hell would Ghost be calling Daisy?
Was she right about everything all along?
He walks back into the room with a tray full of food and sees my expression with a furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?”
I have two options here.
I can pretend I didn’t see anything and silently seethe.
Or I can confront him and see what he has to say.
I go with the latter. No one likes a miscommunication trope.
“Your phone went off, and I saw a message from Daisy. Did you call her?” I ask, waiting with bated breath for his answer.
His eyes shutter. “Yeah, I did call her.”
“Why?”
He puts the food down on my bedside table, his jaw tensing. “It’s club business, Xanthe. But—”
But?
There is no but.
He keeps talking, but I’ve already checked out.
Another non-answer from Ghost.
Another bullshit speech on trust.
He called Daisy.
I’m fucking done.
Time to be sad listening to the latest Noah Kahan album.