Chapter 41 Haven #2
I pull out my phone, typing a quick message to Milo.
@lee.haven
Hey. Got your message.
What do you mean he’s dangerous?
Then I shove the phone away and give Kai my full attention.
We’re still making out—his tongue in my mouth, his hand creeping under my skirt—when a shadow falls over our table.
“Ah. Young love.”
I jerk back from Kai so fast I nearly give myself whiplash.
Bastian stands at the edge of our booth, coffee cup in one hand, sandwich in the other, looking down at us with an expression of mild distaste. He’s in full professor getup—charcoal slacks, white button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His dark hair is neat, no shadows under his eyes.
He looks annoyingly, infuriatingly tasty.
“Professor,” I say, like I wasn’t just shoving my tongue down my boyfriend’s throat. “Hi.”
“Miss Lee.” His gaze flicks to Kai. “Mr. Jordan.”
Kai doesn’t bother pretending. He keeps his hand on my thigh, his posture relaxed, a challenge in his eyes.
“Professor Rooke.”
Bastian’s jaw ticks, and there’s the faintest hint of a smile on his mouth before he thins it into a stern line. When he speaks, his voice is loud enough to carry to the booth beside ours. “I thought this booth was unoccupied. Clearly, it’s not.”
“We can always make some room.” Kai gestures to the empty space across from us. “Haven actually had some questions for you.”
“Kai!” I hiss, hoping like hell he’s not expecting me to ask Bastian about Milo’s cryptic message.
Bastian’s takes a seat opposite us with supreme reluctance.
Drama queen.
“I have office hours for student questions,” he says flatly.
“I had a question about the assignment,” I blurt out.
“Did you.” Bastian gives us each a long look as he unwraps his sandwich. He lowers his voice. “Bold. Anyone could see us.”
“It’s almost Thanksgiving,” Kai says. “No one gives a shit.”
“Someone’s always paying attention.” Bastian takes a bite, chewing slowly. “Which is why this—” he gestures vaguely at the three of us “—needs to remain discreet.”
“We know,” I chime in. “I mean, is it that hard to believe that this is innocent?”
“Maybe if you two weren’t making out like a pair of horny teenagers in the middle of the cafeteria.”
“With each other,” Kai murmurs, taking out his phone and scrolling as he takes a sip of coffee, like he’s not even part of this conversation. “Not with you.”
Bastian’s eyes darken slightly. “I told you I’m on thin ice with the dean. Never mind other parties who might still be sniffing around.”
We all know who he’s talking about.
Deputy Thatcher.
“So,” Kai says, changing the subject with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. “What are your Thanksgiving plans, Professor?”
Bastian’s sandwich pauses halfway to his mouth. “Excuse me?”
“Thanksgiving. You know? Turkey, stuffing, family.” Kai leans back, his arm stretching along the back of the booth behind me. “You doing anything?”
“My family is dead.” He takes a bite of his sandwich, chewing as he watches me and Kai exchange a glance.
“I’m sorry,” I say, the same time Kai murmurs, “All of them?”
He glances at Kai. “Those that mattered.” Then he turns to me. “Don’t be.”
There’s a beat of silence so heavy, it feels like the air has turned to concrete.
“Haven and I are going to my family’s place.” Kai blurts out like he’s trying to disperse the thundercloud hanging over us.
“So you’ve finally made up your mind?” I say through a dry chuckle. “When did this happen?”
Kai looks down for a moment, his face serious. “It’s like you said. I gotta tell those fuckers to fuck right off, or they’ll just keep controlling me the rest of my life.”
“Avoidance only amplifies the fear,” Bastian says.
“Yeah, or some bullshit,” Kai sighs out. He leans back, raking his fingers through his hair. “Thank fuck my dad’s not gonna be there. Only reason I’m even considering going.”
“What about Ezra?” I ask.
Bastian’s expression flickers at the name. My chest tightens when I realize it might be concern on his face. He knows how badly Kai beat up Ezra at the Rain Dance, so it’s no wonder he’s anticipating friction between them.
“Nope. Just us and my mom. Her I can deal with.” Kai’s voice goes hollow, his gaze unfocused as he takes another sip of coffee.
In the silence that follows, I’m sure all three of us are desperately willing Kai’s wish to come true.
Bastian leans in a little, focusing entirely on unwrapping his sandwich.
“I was hoping to spend the break with you,” he murmurs.
My heart jumps, and Kai flicks his hair back, glancing around to see if anyone’s close enough to hear. Guess he’s not as blasé about us as he pretends.
“Yeah,” Kai says, shrugging. “I’m sure we could work something out.”
For a moment, Bastian just looks at us with that intense, searching gaze that makes me feel like he’s reading my soul.
“You will stay with me,” he says.
It’s not a question.
A shiver chases up my spine as goosebumps spread on my arms.
“Yes,” we both chant in unison.
“You will come to me tonight and stay until school starts next week again.”
“I have to go to my house on—” Kai begins reluctantly, like he’s silently begging for Bastian to change his mind.
“Then I’ll drop you off.” Bastian takes another bite of his sandwich, sitting back and glancing around as if the conversation is boring him.
The thought of it all puts butterflies in my stomach. Me and Kai, staying at Bastian’s house. The three of us waking up together. Him driving us to Kai’s Thanksgiving like we’re a normal couple.
Or throuple, I guess.
“I’d love that,” I say in a tight voice.
When I turn to look at Kai, he’s staring at Bastian with a faint frown on his face. But he says nothing—just stares at our professor like he’s trying to figure something out.
What if it’s Milo’s voice message?
“What do you think?” I ask him, laying my hand on his where he’s still holding my thigh.
He doesn’t reply, but his hand slides under my skirt.
I freeze up when his fingers brush the edge of my underwear.
Is he fucking insane?
We’re in public. Bastian is sitting right across from us.
His fingertip traces along the seam of my underwear.
I take a sip of my coffee, trying to keep my expression neutral, and probably failing horribly.
“Where would we sleep?” I ask, trying anything to distract myself from the sensations pulsing through my clit.
“I’ll take the couch.” Bastian’s eyes are on Kai, studying me like he knows something nefarious is going on, but not what it is.
“Why?” Kai’s finger slips under the edge of my underwear. “Your king should be big enough for the three of us.”
Bastian’s sandwich drops to the table. He blinks, then picks it up again, mumbling something that sounds like, “Christ, boy,” before taking a bite.
I press my lips together, fighting the urge to gasp as Kai strokes the pad of his finger over my clit. My body is already responding, heat pooling low in my belly at each teasing caress.
“What do you think, Miss H?” Kai says, propping his elbow on the table, chin on his hand, before giving me a quick glance from the corner of his eye. Another stroke has me shivering. “You mind bunking with Professor Rooke this Thanksgiving?”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, boy,” Bastian growls at his sandwich.
“Am I?” Kai says innocently.
“We’re in public,” Bastian warns.
Kai’s finger slides over my entrance. His expression doesn’t change, but I feel the slight tremor in his hand when he feels how wet I am.
“She’s fucking soaked,” Kai murmurs, low enough that only the three of us can hear. “Hot, and slick, and ready. What should I do, Professor?”
Bastian’s eyes flick to Kai, then me. He lets out a soft sound—part growl, part purr—and tugs at his pants like he’s getting hard.
God, how I wish I knew if he was getting hard.
I spread my legs under the table, scooting forward just a touch so I can lean back and give Kai better access.
“Put a finger in her,” Bastian says, still addressing his sandwich instead of us. “I want to see her keeping a straight face while you’re rubbing her g-spot.”
I knew they were conspiring!
Kai spears a finger into me so deep I nearly choke on my coffee. I slap a hand on the table, fingers clawing at the surface as I struggle to keep my head above water.
“I have my finger in her pussy right now,” Kai continues, his voice conversational. “And Jesus, Professor, she’s so fucking tight.”
“Too tight for a second?”
As I’m still trying to clear my airways, a second finger joins the first.
“We all know she can handle two,” Kai says.
I can’t speak. Fuck, I can barely breathe. Kai’s fingers are driving me absolutely fucking insane as he pumps them shallowly in and out of my pussy. Under the table, no one can see anything. It just looks like he’s got his hand on my leg.
But I can feel everything.
And then he had to go and remind me what him and Bastian did by the maple tree. How they were both inside me for the most depraved, disgustingly delicious time of my life.
“Are you getting close, baby?” Kai asks. “Or should I play with your clit some more?”
I bite off a groan.
Bastian murmurs, “Stop,” in a strained voice.
“Stop what? Talking? Or fingering my girlfriend close enough that you can smell her pussy?” Kai crooks his fingers inside me, and I have to disguise my moan as a cough.
“Both,” Bastian practically growls, glaring at Kai across the table.
Kai chuckles. “Why don’t you make me, Professor?”
“You think I won’t punish you for this?” Bastian says, smiling ruefully as he takes a sip of his coffee.
“You think that’s not exactly what I want?” Kai bites back, a chuckle in his voice.
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, elbows on the table as I clap my hands over my face. “You two are making me—fuck, Kai—I’m so close—“
Bastian’s phone buzzes.
My eyes pop open, and I drag my hands away from my face.
Our professor glances down at the screen, his expression losing the smolder and becoming stony.
He rejects the call without answering.