Chapter 4
Chapter Four
At lunch, Colt, Creed, and Ethan were planning out the Halloween party. I listened as I ate a Greek pasta salad that had been my mother’s recipe. It was so good that Creed kept stealing bites of it.
As I chewed, I caught Isabelle staring at the chunk of her neon green hair she was playing with. The look she held wasn’t a happy one.
“Over the green?” I asked her as I went to take another bite. Creed grabbed my wrist and pulled the fork to his mouth. I didn’t resist. I still had a bunch left over at home and I loved it when others enjoyed my food.
“A little,” Isabelle said. “The neon won’t look good with the costume I’m making to wear for the Halloween party.”
“Then change it,” I suggested. “Want me to go with you?”
Isabelle nodded. “Do you have a costume picked out?”
I glanced at Colt. “I would if I knew what I was going as.”
He appeared puzzled for a moment, and I had the pleasure of seeing his oh yeah moment. Colt had beaten Creed and me in the last race the three of us had had with Ethan. His and Creed’s stakes had been who would get to take me on a date first, and with me, Colt had won the privilege of picking my costume for the Halloween party. “Let me think about it and I’ll tell you later today,” Colt said.
“Want to go out tomorrow?” Isabelle asked me.
“I’m doing a mud run tomorrow.”
Her brows rose. “A mud run? Like with muddy obstacles?”
I nodded.
“Desert Stone is hosting it, right?” Ethan asked Colt and Creed.
Creed nodded as he chewed more stolen pasta salad.
“I want to do it,” Isabelle said excitedly. “Is it too late to sign up?”
Crap . I glanced at Colt again. “Was I supposed to sign up?” What I vaguely remembered from the flyer I had seen at the gym was that there was going to be a mud run, location and time info, and a website to… Cheese and rice! There was a website to sign up.
Laughter filled Colt’s eyes. “Keelan got you signed up after you asked him about it.” He looked at Isabelle. “It’s not too late to sign up. Tickets are one hundred dollars.”
Isabelle seemed to deflate at that.
“Text me the link and I’ll get us signed up,” Ethan said to Colt as he pulled his phone out.
Isabelle’s head whipped toward Ethan and she began to protest. “Ethan?—”
Ethan cut her off with a quick kiss. “I got it.”
His attempt to reassure her didn’t work. There was a tightness to her face, as if she was fighting not to show her unease. “That’s a lot of money,” she said in a low voice.
“Then I’ll pay for half of your ticket,” I said as I reached into my bag for my wallet. They all looked at me. I saw Isabelle getting ready to protest again. “I didn’t have to pay for my ticket, and I really want you to come. In fact, I insist you come, which means it’s only fair I pay.” I pulled out fifty dollars and held it out to Ethan.
Ignoring the money, Ethan tapped away on his phone. “You’re not paying for my girlfriend.”
“I’m helping pay for my friend,” I said.
“All signed up,” Ethan announced as he put his phone in his back pocket. He leveled serious green eyes with mine. “I got it, Shi.”
If he wanted to pay, then I wasn’t going to argue. I was just trying to make Isabelle more comfortable about it. “All right.” I put my money back in my wallet.
“Thank you,” Isabelle said to me and then grabbed Ethan and whispered something in his ear. A smile spread across his mouth.
I leaned toward Creed and asked in a low voice, “Why didn’t anyone tell me that the mud run cost a hundred dollars?”
Creed took my fork and took over the pasta retrieval. “Because you would have been difficult if you found out that we paid for it.”
“Technically, Keelan paid for it,” Colt corrected, having overheard.
I felt terrible. Keelan had paid for us to do the run together and now he couldn’t participate. Not with his injuries. I sighed. “Is it wrong that I want to pay for myself?”
Creed put a big bite of pasta in my mouth. “No,” he agreed. “But Keelan wanted to do it.”
“And you have a hard time letting others do things for you,” Colt whispered.
“I’ve been working on it,” I grumbled around my food. I really had been and would continue to do so twice a week until the unforeseeable future, thanks to the take-no-prisoners Dr. Bolton. She was taking things at my pace, but wasn’t letting anything slide this time around. I appreciated that. I was determined to move forward, and I needed someone who would make me do the work.
In art class, the teacher was out sick, and we had a sub who put on a historical art documentary. The lights were off and the sound on the TV was louder than it needed to be. Despite the setting being perfect to watch the movie, I was having difficulty paying attention. It wasn’t because the documentary was boring. It was because of Creed.
As soon as the lights had been turned off, Creed had put his hand on my bare knee. As minutes passed, that hand slowly moved up, fingers trailing along the inside of my thigh as it did. All the blood in my body seemed to flood between my legs.
“Creed,” I whispered and glanced around the room, nervous others could see. The sides of the table Creed and I were seated at were walled, but the front of it was open. Thankfully there was another pair of students sitting at their own table directly in front of us or the substitute might have gotten a direct view up my dress. There was a table behind us, but it was empty, and behind that table was the back of the classroom.
Creed brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “No one can see, Shi.” His hand slipped up higher. “Want me to stop?”
Every inch of my body was buzzing. It wasn’t a good idea. I knew that, yet I still shook my head.
I felt his mouth stretch into a smile against my ear. With a whisper I could barely hear, he said, “Open your legs.”
The fear of getting caught mixed with the anticipation of what he was about to do was dizzying. I spread my thighs a little wider and he moved his hand the rest of the way up until his fingers slid over my underwear.
My breath hitched.
“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered as his fingers pushed my underwear to the side. I put one of my hands on his thigh and the moment he found my clit, my fingers fisted his pants. When he slid a finger inside of me, I gripped his forearm with my other hand. That forearm flexed each time his finger pumped in and out of me.
“I don’t think I can be quiet,” I breathed. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from whimpering.
“Yes, you can,” he whispered as he pushed a second finger inside me.
Chasing the pleasure, I rolled my pelvis slightly, meeting each plunge of his fingers. I let out a choppy exhale when he moved his thumb to my clit and each time my hips rocked, I rubbed myself against it.
I was going to come. He was getting me to the peak so fast my thighs began to shake. His nose brushed my ear. “I know you’re close, Shi. I can tell by how hard your pussy is squeezing around my fingers.”
Gah, his filthy mouth!
A good girl shouldn’t like such things, but I loved it.
I couldn’t get enough.
The moment my orgasm hit, my thighs clamped around his hand and my head lolled to the side, landing on his shoulder. Biting my lip, I didn’t move from there as I rode the waves rippling through my body.
I released a shaky breath once my body began to relax. He hadn’t removed his fingers from me. Instead, he waited patiently, watching me with a smug grin that made my hackles rise as much as it made me want to do filthy things to him. I sat up, my cheeks scorching hot. The sound of the loud TV returned to my ears, which had gone deaf temporarily, and the reality of us sitting in class made me plummet from the high of just having had an orgasm.
Creed pulled his fingers from me and his hand from between my legs. Without dropping his smug look, he relaxed back in his seat and brought wet fingers toward his mouth.
I grabbed his wrist, stopping him before he could taste me, and brought his hand to my mouth instead. It was a delight watching his smugness fade into hunger as I put his fingers between my lips and sucked them clean.
He pulled his fingers from my mouth and buried his face in my neck. “That was my cum to taste, Shi,” he whispered against my skin.
I smiled. “Pretty sure it was mine.”
His teeth grazed my neck. “You’re lucky we’re in class, you little tease.”
I turned my head, bringing my mouth inches from his. “My panties are soaked and now I need to go take them off,” I said, adding fuel to the fire, and pushed my chair back. He let out a groan loud enough that one of the students sitting in front of us turned. I stood, leaving Creed with that information, and left the class.
I was almost to the bathroom when my hand was grabbed and I was yanked to the left. I was being pulled into a dark, empty classroom when I realized it was Creed. He shut the door and pushed me up against a wall before slamming his lips against mine.
His hands slid down my back until they smoothed over my butt. He gave it a good squeeze as his tongue conquered my mouth. Standing on my tiptoes, I threw my arms around his neck, needing him closer.
His hands dropped to the backs of my thighs and he lifted me. I let out a tiny squeal into his mouth that he swallowed up. He carried me over to a desk and sat me on it. As he kissed down my neck, his hands went up the skirt of my dress and he grabbed the sides of my underwear. “Lift,” he ordered against my collarbone.
I gripped the edges of the desk, lifting myself just enough for him to pull off my Captain America underwear. He tucked them into his back pocket and yanked my hips toward the edge of the desk. As he retrieved a condom from his wallet, I reached for his pants, unfastening them. Ready with the condom, he watched as I took him from his pants. I stroked his hard, smooth length once, twice before he pulled himself from my hands and slid on the condom. As he aligned himself with my center, I arched back a little with a hand flat on the desk behind me and my other clutching his shoulder.
He entered me slowly about halfway, then slammed the rest of himself into me. My head lolled backward and I moaned.
“You can’t make those sexy noises here,” he gritted as he withdrew and slammed back into me. “Fuck,” he hissed as I whimpered. He gripped the back of my neck and brought my mouth to his. Our kiss was messy and hot, evidence we were drunk on lust. “It has to be quick and hard, Shi. I’ll fuck you properly at home.”
His words had me clenching around him.
He smirked as he hiked my leg over his hip and began pounding into me. It was a battle to stay quiet. I liked to let everything go and just feel in these moments with the guys. Instead, I only let myself breathe. Well, pant. I was panting rapidly because he was going to make me come again.
“Creed,” I gasped as I squeezed around him, preparing for what was coming.
“If you clench my dick any tighter…fuck it.” His speed picked up, making the desk rattle and shake beneath me.
I exploded in the best way possible. I shuddered out quiet whimpers behind my clamped lips. With two more thrusts, his release followed. Resting his forehead on my chest, he nestled his face between my breasts, and he stayed there as he tried to catch his breath. “Cheese and fucking rice, I love you.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. “I love you, too.”
He lifted his head from my chest, smiling. “I think that’s the first time you’ve said it.”
I thought back to the first time we’d had sex, which had happened to be in his truck on the way to get ice cream. “I was the one to say it first.”
Stepping back, he withdrew from me and rolled off the condom. “When I asked if you loved me, you said maybe.”
I fixed my dress. “Well then, I admitted that I loved you first. Why else would you have said it then?”
“My, someone’s in a competitive mood today.” He chuckled as he tossed the condom in the trash and put himself back into his pants. “I would have said it eventually,” he admitted. As he stuffed his hands into his pockets, his eyes met mine. “I’ve been in love with you for a while. I just didn’t want to scare you.”
I hopped off the desk and made my way over to him. Throwing my arms around his neck, I pushed up on my toes and kissed him. “Are you going to give me my panties back?”
“No.”
“You’re not going to start collecting my underwear like you did my sweatshirts, are you?”
He grinned and opened the door. “We better get back to class.”