Page 138 of Wicked Games

Our mascot is a gold-and-black eagle, but it’s only used for sports. Liam mentioned that the school prides itself on the silver crest logo that appears on all documents and emails, hiding away from the fact that it even has a mundane mascot.

“An eagle isn’tmundane,” Eli had yelled. “It’s fuckingmajestic.”

Right.

Off to the side of the lot, cheerleaders are decorating two buses. I nudge Riley and lift my chin in that direction, and she makes a noise in the back of her throat.

“Party bus and athlete bus,” she says. “Football players and cheerleaders all ride together, and the party bus is for anyone who doesn’t want to drive to the game.”

“Ah.”

She grins. “The state championships are a big deal.”

“Right.”

Caleb squeezes my hand, laughing as I wave goodbye to Riley. We’ll see them in a few minutes anyway. Apparently the no-driving rule only applies when Mrs. Black is home to see Caleb leave for school.

I lean over and touch his cheek, guiding his mouth toward mine.

The kiss is sweet and slow, and I pull back slightly. His eyes are already open, focused on mine.

“What was that for?”

“I can’t kiss you when I want?”

In truth, I have a weird feeling in my chest. I’m anticipating the distraction of tonight.

He smirks. “You can, but you don’t usually kiss likethat…”

I bite my lip and ignore the heat that floods through me. I press my thighs together, trying to be subtle about it.

His eyes darken. He misses nothing.

“Maybe we should take a detour,” I suggest.

In response, he starts the car and pulls out, tires squealing. He takes me to the lookout we once went to and parks in the corner. There aren’t any other cars. I thought, once, that he was going to leave me here.

He pushes his seat back and pats his legs. “Get over here.”

Once I’m settled on his lap, my knees on either side of his hips, I kiss him again. I want the distraction. For him to take me to another place.

“Does this count as strenuous activity?” I tease.

His hands skate up my sides, over my uniform shirt. He undoes the buttons one at a time, revealing my white camisole and nude bra. He takes his time scanning me. His dick hardens against my thigh, and I can’t hide my wicked smile.

I like turning him on. Affecting him as much as he affects me.

I’m also glad I wore the skirt today, even if it’s freezing out.

He unclips my bra and pushes down the cami, exposing my breasts. He guides me forward and puts his mouth on my nipple, his tongue flicking out. I let my head fall back and suck in a deep breath.

He continues his assault, his hand going to my other nipple. He rolls it between his fingers.

“Fuck,” I exhale. “You could make me come like that.”

He chuckles, barely leaning back. “Yeah?”

He renews his assault. His teeth graze my breast, and fire spreads through me. I grind on him, unable to stop myself.

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