Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
EROS
How does she always smell so damn good? It’s intoxicating, addictive, and too damn tempting.
I don’t know how anyone can resist her. In fact, maybe leaving everything behind wasn’t a bad idea.
I could take her somewhere remote where no one else could be tempted.
It would be best for everyone. Then I wouldn’t have to kill them all.
I suck in another deep breath of her. It helps calm me too. I thought slamming my fist into Grant's face a few times would do that, but nothing takes the edge off better than my hellcat, having her back in my grasp.
“Eros.” Fuck, even the way my name rolls off her sweet, wicked tongue does it for me.
I bury my face between her thighs, opening my mouth so I can cover the whole thing in one sloppy wet kiss to help calm me. Bonte’s taste fills me. I groan and push my face more into her heat, my tongue circling her clit before I latch my mouth around it.
Her hips try to buck and push forward, but my girl isn’t going anywhere. I tighten my hold on her and flick my tongue back and forth on her hard, needy clit, now begging for attention that I’ll always give.
My balls ache like a motherfucker, but that doesn’t matter. Nothing else does at the moment except for Bonte and the reminder of what I can do to this lush body. She starts to tense, and I know what's coming.
I flick my gaze up to watch her, my mouth still on her clit, wanting to watch her come undone for me. Bonte’s teeth sink into her bottom lip as the orgasm hits her. She fights not to make a sound, but a small whimper of pleasure does leave her.
I don’t relent, working every part of the orgasm from her body, drinking it down greedily. I don’t stop until her tiny clit can’t take any more; it’s too sensitive. I kiss the inside of her thigh still over my shoulder before letting it fall off and rise to my feet.
I’ve already got my pants undone and my cock out. I slide my hand on her hip around her back to the other side so that I can lift her off her feet, guiding my cock between her thighs.
“Press those thighs together,” I tell her as my dick slides between the folds of her sex. She does, making them tighten around my cock so that I can thrust between her legs. Fuck she feels so good. I’ll never get enough of her.
It only takes a few thrusts before I’m growling out her name, cum shooting from my shaft and all between her thighs.
I have to close my eyes tightly and grit my teeth to not let out a full roar.
I’m conflicted between not wanting anyone to hear us and wanting them all to hear so they know she’s mine. That I’ve laid claim to her forever.
The pleasure is overwhelming, my knees wanting to give out, but I fight past it. I can’t imagine what it will be like when I’m actually thrusting into her. I lift her higher, our heavy breathing filling the small room. My hold on her tightens.
"Eros." Her fingers trail like a whisper up my back and into my hair. She grips the short strands. Bonte knows her grip doesn't have to be hard. I would never try to break free of her hold. “I don’t think this is allowed at Golden Prep.”
“With enough money, you can do anything you want.” I open my eyes, dropping my forehead to hers.
“I think you could be flat broke and you’d still find a way.” Good, she’s getting it. It doesn’t matter what the circumstances are. Bonte is mine, and no one or anything will ever get between us.
“Always.” I kiss her, needing another taste before I release my hold so that I can drop to one knee in front of her.
Bonte watches me as I finish untangling the fishnets that would drive any man to the brink, stuffing the remnants into my pocket before pulling her panties back on. I'd keep those too, but I'd die before I'd let her out of this closet in that skirt with nothing else underneath it.
I kiss each of her thighs, and this time, I smell not only her but me on her too. I let the skirt drop back into place before I stand and fix my own clothes, shoving my dick back into my pants.
“So.” Bonte gives me a little smirk. “What are you doing here? Did anything happen?”
“Nothing happened. I wanted to see you.”
“You did more than see me.” She laughs. “You get off on marking me?” Bonte lifts a brow. I love how relaxed she’s become with me. No more trying to keep me at a distance. She’s letting me all the way in, and I’ll take every millimeter.
“I do.” It’s at the top of the list that gets me off.
“I love how you just say it. No beating around.” She grips the front of my shirt, giving a tug. I let her pull me down and take her mouth that she freely offers me. “Now get out of here before you get us both in trouble.”
“Trouble?” Slipping into her school is the least troubling thing I’ve done in my life.
“Yes.” I step back, giving her some space. Bonte looks over her clothes. “My tights.” I pat my pocket. “You better me some more.” She points one of her shiny black fingernails at me. I grab it, kissing the tip.
“Anything else?”
She pretends to think it over and scrunches her small nose up. “Think that will do for now.” Bonte runs her fingers through her hair, pausing and then looking down to the ground. She picks up her bag, moving it.
“What are you looking for?”
“My hair clip. I put it in this morning.” I reach into my other pocket and pull it out. She stares at it for a moment. “You didn’t take that just now.”
“I took it this morning before you left.”
“You stole my hair clip?” A perplexed expression takes over her face.
“I borrowed it.” I bring it to my nose. “It smells like you.”
“Wait.” She places her hand flat on my chest. “You stole my hair clip so you could sniff it?” I shrug. “You creepy man.” Bonte might be shaking her head at me, but I know the weird shit—yes, I know it’s weird—doesn’t bother her. If anything, she finds it amusing. “Fine, you can keep it.”
“That was the plan.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’ll see you back at the house.” Bonte puts her backpack on. I give her another kiss before I let her slip from the closet. The door closes with a snick. I should leave. There is always shit that needs to be handled, but I can’t get myself to do it.
Too much stuff is up in the air. I grip the back of my neck and squeeze, trying to loosen the tension that is once again building inside of me. That trick doesn’t work, so I leave the closet with a new plan in my mind. It’s the only one that makes any sense for me.
No one says anything to me as I pass them in the hallway, standing out.
I’m clearly not a teacher but also not a student.
I never went to school here either. The classroom setting wouldn’t work for me.
My parents knew that somehow. They tend to know what each of us needs, to a degree. All of us got handled differently.
I send Damon a text, and he responds in a few seconds, giving me the combination to his gym locker so that I don’t have to bust it open. It doesn’t take me long to get what I need and pull what classroom Bonte is in. I hit Mac with another text before I find the room I’m looking for.
Yanking open the door, the teacher, Ms. Whitmore, turns my way. Her eyes flick up and down me. “Who are you?”
“I’m new.” I stroll into the classroom, my eyes searching for my girl. It doesn't take me half a second to spot her. Bonte’s eyes are wide. I love when I can surprise her. Bet she never saw this coming.
“Well, class is pretty full, so take a seat wherever you can find one,” Ms. Whitmore tells me.
All eyes are now on me, but I focus my attention on my girl. Even if one of these kids knows who I am, they aren’t going to call me out. They know better and wouldn’t want to stir the pot with the Marinos.
Grant flinches when I walk past his desk. Bonte just shakes her head at me as I approach her. I glance at the guy sitting across from her, motioning with my hand for him to get lost. He gathers his shit and is gone before I have to say a word.
I drop down into my chair. Bonte chews on her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing.
“Hey,” I hear whispered from the other side of me.
I turn my head to see a blonde with strangely long eyelashes and even weirder eyebrows, reminding me of a fuzzy caterpillar.
“I’m Celia.” The fuck do I care? I do know her name was on the list of students in the class.
I glanced over them all. "You are?" She leans toward me, and I push down with my right foot so that my desk slides farther from her and closer to Bonte.
Bonte leans forward to see past me. "He's mine. Don't even think about it again." She shoots the girl a glare. Fuck, that's hot. I love that she claimed me publicly. Later I’ll show her just how much I appreciate her jealousy.
"Seriously?" The girl's nose scrunches.
"My girl is possessive." I shrug, leaning back in my chair, getting as comfortable as I can. The chairs are stiff as fuck. What are they spending all that money on that the parents shell out for their kids to be in this overpriced prep school?
When I glance over to Bonte, she's glaring at me now. I do the only thing I think can catch her off guard and possibly make her smile. I wink at her. It works. She covers her mouth with her hand.
My girl is smiling, and I’m sitting right next to her. The day just got a whole lot fucking better. That uneasy restlessness that’s been clawing at me to get out settles in a way I know only she can do for me.