Page 70 of Greased

He groans in return as he slides his hands lower, grabbing my ass in his hands.

“Goddamn, you are going to make us late,” he murmurs.

I chuckle, moving away slightly from his lips, “You don't seem to be complaining.”

I feel his dick twitch against me. I clench my thighs together needing some kind of friction.

“Not at all. I think inability to get out of bed is an excellent excuse for a late pass.”

I whimper as Pike’s kisses travel down my throat. He slowly begins making his way down my chest, dotting kisses over my taunt nipples. My stomach clenches with anticipation.

My legs spread welcoming him in as he reaches the apex of my thighs. Pike takes away any care I have for being late to my second day of school.

Pike and I run through the doors of Rydell Prep like our asses are on fire. Thankfully, we only missed home room so we run straightfor biology.

I’m thankful that I have Pike by my side because the chances of me not being even more late without his guidance are slim. We burst through the doors of the lab and as I look up, every eye is on us. The biology teacher whose name I can’t remember gives us a disapproving look.

“Mr Taylor and Miss Crux, thirty seconds later and you would have been late. See to it that this doesn’t become a regular occurrence,” she snides, directing us with her eyes to the two empty seats at the back of the classroom.

We collapse down in our seats, breathing heavy in an attempt to catch our breath. Pike turns a shit-eating grin my way and I can’t help but return it.

I finally look around the classroom and my eyes land directly on dark blue orbs that suck me in.

Dacre.

He mouths agood morningto me before dazzling me with a smile that I have missed these past nine months before turning back around to face the front.

The next set of eyes I meet are furious.

Dawson.

How fucking typical.

I don’t give him another second of my attention. I stop short when I meet Rhodes’ stare. Similar to Dawson, he seems to have not quite gotten the message.

Fury from his bullshit last night comes roaring back inside of me.

Who the fuck does he think he is calling me a slut? By the looks of the attention he gets from the female population, he's the last person that should be judgingme.

I’m disappointed that the one person who I didn’t think would judge me has been one of my harshest critics.

While I expect that kind of shit from Dawson, I didn’t expect it from my brother.

He must see the blinding rage I feel towards him reflected in my eyes as he quickly turns, giving me his back. It doesn’t stop me from glaring daggers into the back of his head.

Biology goes quickly. I don’t retain a single lick of information during the entire class. My thoughts are a mix of flashes of last night. The feeling of Pike still covers me and sitting this close to him, it's taking everything in me not to rip his clothes off and ride him in the middle of class.

The other part of the lesson is filled with making up scenarios in my head of how I plan on confronting Rhodes. He needs to know his place. He either stands beside me or not at all.

The bell rings signalling the end of class. I’m quick to pack away the books that were left unopened on my desk, shoving them in my bag as quickly as possible.

Rhodes must be able to sense the direction of my thoughts, like some kind of twin telepathy as he legs it out of the room.

I grunt as I watch his retreating back.

“Come on Princess, I’m lucky enough to have you to myself all day,” Pike whispers in my ear but it’s loud enough that Nicky hears.

Nicky body-checks Pike, sending him into one of the tables.

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