“Remember how you came all over my hand at Fright Night?” My voice was low and seductive as I leaned over to whisper in her ear.
She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling as her breathing became shallow. I slid my hand onto her thigh, waiting to see what she would do.
Another hiss of breath, but she didn’t say anything. I glanced around to make sure no one else was paying us any attention as I moved my hand a little higher. The guy in the same row was oblivious, glued to his phone, watching YouTube under the table.
“What would your boyfriend do if he knew I was touching you like this?” I murmured. I squeezed her skin lightly.
She turned her head to mine, our faces so close, I was almost tempted to kiss her. Fuck, I probably would have if we weren’t in a classroom surrounded by people. Then she said five words that shouldn’t have made me happy, but they did.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
19
As soon as the words fell from my lips, I clamped my mouth shut. Why did I say that? What was going on? Why was I sitting here, in the middle of my English class with Carter’s hand inching up my thigh, and why did I like it so much?
As I turned to look into his eyes, I noticed the confusion in his gaze. He looked just about as lost as I was, so at least that made two of us. Maybe I was having a temporary lapse of insanity, because I decided to experiment. I liked him like this, wanting me, even though I knew he didn’t want to want me. Even though everything between us was messed up. After a quick glance at Prof. Patel, who remained focused on the screen, I reached up and lightly gripped Carter’s jaw, my fingers shaking slightly. Turning his head, I whispered in his ear. “What are you doing? You don’t want me, remember?” Then, I flicked my tongue across his ear.
The low, masculine groan that fell from his lips made me instantly wet. The fact that I’d been the one to have that effect on him, despite my inexperience, satisfied me more than I would’ve imagined.
“Raine…” His fingers tightened on my thigh. I wanted him to mark me, to leave bruises so I had a visual reminder of what he’d done to me. Did that make me messed up?
Suddenly, he was rising out of his seat, and then he was gone. The guy sitting across from me glanced over, and I shrugged. He shrugged, too, returning his gaze to his phone. Somehow, Prof. Patel had remained completely oblivious, still staring intently at the screen.
The next moment, my phone vibrated with a text. Three words.
Carter: Room 103. Now
My feet had made the decision before my brain had even had a chance to catch up. With one last glance at Prof. Patel, I was rising out of my seat and slipping out of the door.
Carter’s lips were on mine the second I’d stepped foot in the darkened science lab. He pushed me up against the door, grinding against me as he tangled his hands in my hair.
“Wait.” I broke away from the kiss, panting. “Let me.” My head may have been completely messed up with everything that was going on between us, but I needed to make him feel. Needed to see him fall apart. For me. I slipped my hand between us and ran my palm across the hardness in his trousers.
“Fuuuuck.”
Emboldened by his reaction, I stroked over his length again, until he was groaning, thrusting his hips forwards. He reached down and undid his trousers, then pushed his boxers down and guided my hand to his cock. “Is this okay?”
The husky rasp in his voice made me shiver. “Yes,” I whispered, letting him guide my movements as he wrapped both our hands around his cock. I wished I could see more than a shadowy outline, but I knew that I would have lost my nerve if we could see each other properly. Here, in this dark, empty classroom, it almost felt like we were in a dream.
I didn’t let myself think about my inexperience, or the fact that there was a possibility that someone could walk in and find us. I concentrated on the slide of our hands over his cock, and the way he thrust into me, harder and faster as he chased his release. When he came, his hot cum soaking our hands, he slumped forwards, pressing his forehead to the door, breathing heavily.
“What are we doing?”
I had no answer.
Silently, we cleaned up, making the most of the lab sinks and paper towels, before he disappeared out of the door without another word to me. When I eventually made my way back to English class and slipped into my seat, there was no sign of him.
To say that Carter was messing with my head was an understatement. I couldn’t think straight when I was around him, and the way he was acting around me, and what had happened earlier—it made my head spin. Not only that, but I didn’t know if I believed him when he insisted he hadn’t had anything to do with taking the money. I wanted to. The problem was, if it wasn’t him, then who was it?
After gathering up my things, I made my way to my locker, my mood low. Normally on a Monday I’d be heading to drama club. But now that had been taken from me, my Mondays were depressingly Mondayish. As I neared my locker, I noticed Dylan waiting for me, a wide smile on his fa
ce. When I drew level with him, his smile widened further.
“Mrs. Whittall wants to speak to you. Come on.”
At his words, hope flared inside me. Had the whole thing been a mistake? I hurriedly shoved my things into my locker, before following him through the school to the office belonging to the head of the drama department. “She’s expecting you. Come and find me afterwards.” Dylan beamed at me, and I couldn’t help returning his smile.
I heard a “Come in,” almost as soon as I’d knocked on the door. Entering the room, I found Mrs. Whittall sitting behind her desk, her fingers steepled, peering at me over the top of her glasses. “No need to take a seat. I’ll keep this brief. As the money has been returned, you may resume your position as costume designer. However, should this happen again, you will be instantly barred, and I will have no choice but to mark it on your permanent record.” She held up a hand when she saw me open my mouth to speak. “No arguments. The only reason I’m being so lenient with you is because of your prior track record and the situation with your uncle leaving. Now, you’re dismissed. I believe that Xavier’s jacket needs adjusting, so you may start with that.” One brow raised expectantly when I remained in place.