Page 199 of Forbidden Lessons

She frowns at me. “Kai?”

I yank the bottle out of her hand, hold it up. “Just water?”

She nods, frowning hard, trying to look past me at Haven. I shake my head. “Eyes on your own work, Parker.” I point at the guy trying to feel her up. “I got this.”

I turn back to Haven, and she’s gone.

Where the fuck?—

My gaze drops, and then I roll my eyes and groan. She’s on her hands and knees in the dirt, either trying to pick up something she dropped, or trying to find something that caught her attention.

“Upsies,” I shout over the music, bending to grab her arm.

She comes so willingly, I turn and throw Melissa a death glare over my shoulder, but the bitch doesn’t even see it because she’s suffocating her new boyfriend with her tongue.

Who gives a newbie molly and then lets them loose in this predator’s playground?

“Out of my fucking way,” I grumble, an arm around Haven’s waist as I guide her to the edge of the dance floor. It feels like the party’s conspiring against me, because it’s a hell of a lot harder getting out than it was getting in.

Eventually we make it to the trees, but we’re right on a path to the porta-potties set up a short distance from the dance floor. And fuck, I can’t handle that smell, so I shove the water in my boxers, losing the last of my suckers in the process, and grasp Haven’s shoulders so I can steer her through the trees.

We’d have to both be struck blind and deaf to get lost out here with such a rager happening a few yards away. But at least,here, there’s a little light from one of the spotlights, and the music and noise are dialed down a bit.

I prop her up against a tree, screw open the water, and tip it against her lips. She drinks from it greedily, water spilling down her chin and pattering onto the trash bag covering her chest.

God, she looks good in body paint.

She turns her head, and I guess she’s had her fill of the water, because she turns it the other way when I bring it to her lips again. So I down what’s left and toss the bottle toward the dance floor.

Clean up’s gonna be a bitch…for the pledges.

Damn it, her lip is back between her teeth. Melissa didn’t even think to get her some gum or something?

I seize her chin, tugging down until she lets go of her lip. But she doesn’t even seem to realize she’s doing it, because a second later she’s got her poor bruised lip caught in her teeth again.

“Jesus, here,” I mutter, dragging my sucker out of my mouth and sticking it in hers. “Suck.”

Her eyes slide closed, and she moans so loudly I can hear it over the music.

Either she can’t recognize my voice, or she’s doesn’t give a fuck that it’s me babysitting her. I’m clenching my own jaw so hard, it’s possible she might not even know it’s me.

“Yeah?” I lean in close. “That taste good?”

“Mmm…” Haven puts her hand on my shoulder, eyes still closed as she slides her fingers up and down the side of my neck.

Well, fuck,thatfeels good.

I do the same to her, one hand propped on the tree above her head, the knuckles of my other one gliding along the side of her neck.

Her eyes flutter open, and she stares at my mask as she slowly drags her fingers down my chest.

I follow suit.

She caresses my pec, eyelids slowly lifting so she can peer into the sockets of my mask as she tweaks my nipple through the trash bag.

I don’t know what’s worse. That she thinks I’m a complete stranger…or that she knows who the fuck I am and she’s playing coy.

Fuck it.

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