“I met your father when he came into the Headmaster’s the other day.” I hesitated. “He was interesting.”
King laughed again. “He’s a scary motherfucker but he’s a good dad, good Prez.”
“He wants you to, um, patch in?”
“Yeah. It’s a legacy thing. My great-great grandfather founded the MC back in the ‘60s to take advantage of the hippie movement.”
Also known as taking advantage of the booming drug trade.
“And you don’t know if you want to be a part of all that?” I asked tentatively.
King plucked the apple that still sat on my desk, a Granny Smith, which was my favorite and he seemed to have guessed that because it was the only one I got repeats of, and tossed it idly in one hand.
“Love the life. Gettin’ on the back of my bike with my brothers and ridin’ ‘til we gotta stop or starve. It’s a good life, babe, not gonna lie, I could live it. I just wonder, if I got this head, shouldn’t I use it? I applied to some of the best universities in the country. Can’t prospect if I’m in school.”
“No,” I agreed because I didn’t know much about life in an MC but I did know something about student life. “I went to university and even though I didn’t take advantage of all the extracurricular activities and parties, it kept me really busy.”
He nodded. “So, like I said, wanna keep my options open.”
“That makes sense. Can I ask you something though?”
“As my teacher?”
I bit my lip. It would be entirely inappropriate to ask him as anything else, obviously, but I had the feeling he would clam up if I said so. Instead, I shook my head but left it at that.
He rewarded my vagueness with a gorgeous smile that crinkled the skin beside his glacial water blue eyes. God, he was so gorgeous it made my stomach ache.
“Shoot.”
“If you could do anything in the world, regardless of your actual skills or education, what would you do?” I asked.
It was a question no one had ever asked me. My parents and William had encouraged me to go to university because, to them, it was uncivilized not to have a higher education. I’d become a teacher after that because it was the only career they felt would give me the time I needed to take care of my husband and, eventually, a family. It was only after I left William that I realized it was a question I should have and could now ask myself.
King’s lips pursed as he thought about it. I loved that he did that, contemplated everything carefully before he answered. It was part of what made him such a good student but also why he was so irresistible. At the end of the day, I was a woman starved for authentic attention just like Louise, and here was a man capable of giving it to me in spades.
“I’d run my own businesses. More than one because diversification is important but also, I get bored easily.”
“Sounds like university would be a good idea then,” I suggested.
He laughed but it was hollow. “Thinkin’ about it, babe. Don’t push a man when he’s on the fence about somethin’. He’ll keep clinging to it ‘til his dying breath if he feels he might land on the wrong side with the right push.”
I knew from my experiences with William and my father that he was right, so I nodded even though I dared to ask, “Are you saying I could give you the right push?”
This time, his laughter was that beautiful bright peel I found myself living for.
“Says she isn’t interested then likes the idea of havin’ sway over me,” he muttered as he shook his head at me.
I glared at him. “Arrogant boy says he’s interested in me then flirts with another girl right in front of me.”
Triumph lit his eyes, turned them into silver medallions. He was on me like a flash, caging me in my chair with his strong forearms, his face a hair away from mine and angled so he could speak right up against my mouth.
“You want me, babe. I see it every time I’m near you. Won’t look at me but I look at you and I see the raised hair on your arms, the quick breaths that make your sweet tits strain against your prim shirts and the way you rub those thighs under those sexy as fuck skirts. You want me so badly that if I tucked my fingers beneath your panties, you’d soak my whole hand.”
A groan escaped me before I could stifle it. King’s eyes darted down to my lips a second before he swooped down to claim them for himself. His hot tongue owned my mouth, sweeping across my teeth, over my tongue in a wet roll that had my thighs trembling. When I groaned again, he matched it with one of his own. One of his hands fisted in my hair and tugged my head back for greater access to my mouth. I couldn’t move but it made the kiss hotter, knowing that he was in control, taking what he wanted from me. I’d never been kissed so thoroughly, so possessively. It set my skin on fire. My fingers itched to rip off my suddenly uncomfortable clothes and let his wet tongue attempt to put out the flames.