Page 28 of Darkened Truths
“Whittier, move!” Mr. Scarboro bellows at her. She jumps out of her skin and runs to the back of the room and behind some crates. He blows the whistle again and off we stalk to catch our targets. I’m so focused on Riley, it’s like I can smell her vanilla and cherry scent as I move swiftly in the same direction.
“Come out, come out wherever you are, Princess.” I tease. I slam my hand on top of a crate that I suspect she’s crawled into, but there’s no sound and when I look inside, it’s empty.
Hmmmm…
I close my eyes and breathe deeply. The screams of the other students send goosebumps skirting over my skin as they’re caught like prey and brought up to the front of the class again. I tilt my head and hear a quiet squeak of a shoe behind me. Turning quickly, I look up, down, and all around for the source of the sound.
“I know you’re close, Riley. I can smell you—smell your fear. Or maybe it’s arousal. Are you turned on by this little chase?”
I know I am. This cat-and-mouse game is the best kind of torture, and even though she’s already sucked me off, the thought of having her on me again starts a flood of heat at the base of my spine. I would love to chase her through the woods again. My cock was so hard it was painful. It was the best type of foreplay, and I’m looking forward to getting a repeat.
“If I find you, are you gonna use that pretty little mouth on me again? Maybe this time I’ll come over your face and really show this school who you belong to.”
More yelling permeates around me as students are caught. If I had to guess, I’d say we’re down to two. I check my watch. Three minutes to spare. This is too easy.
A metal clang in the shipping container next to me draws my attention back to the task at hand. There are no handholds, so I know she hasn’t climbed up or on the back of it. No. She’s inside. I lay my hand on the opening and pry it open slowly until her beautiful face comes into view. She’s crouched down, her fingertips resting on the ground and her feet are under her, ready to pounce. She runs at me full speed, probably expecting to knock me on my ass and get away.
That would work, except I’m used to men twice the size of her attacking me. I easily grab her around the waist and hoist her over my shoulder, bringing the two of us to the ground in a body slam to the mats. She gasps and attempts to suck in some air until finally she sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes going wide in fear. I knocked the wind out of her, and I know that feeling all too well. She claws at me, trying to gain purchase and escape my grasp. I pin her, the full weight of my muscular frame pressing her into the padding beneath us.
“Caught ya,” I mock, my voice low and menacing.
The final whistle blows as Mr. Scarboro walks up to us. “I said no fighting, Whittier.”
She digs her short nails into my biceps as her chest presses against mine with every labored breath. Lowering my head, my breath hot against her ear, I groan, pressing my hips against hers, using them to pin her further. I want to bury myself in her tight heat. It would be so easy to push her panties aside and slide in. I’m rock hard now and I know she feels it. My dick pulses with each inhale, begging for me to take her. Her core is like liquid fire. I can feel it through her panties and my pants.
“I was trying to run past him,” she pants.
I ignore Mr. Scarboro and whisper, “Do you know how easy it would be to fuck you like this, Princess?”
“Azarian, get up.”
“Saved by the whistle,” I taunt, and I stand, readjusting myself so only she can see. Then turn and walk to the front of the class, making her pick herself up off the floor, not for the first time today.
I loosen my tie and pull it off as I walk into the house. Zander comes into view as I round the corner into the kitchen. He has a half eaten plate of food in front of him as he focuses on his MacBook, typing away quickly.
I reach into the fridge for a drink and turn toward him, leaning against the counter.
“What is it?”
“I’m tapping into the school video feeds for her building to watch her comings and goings,” he supplies without stopping his aggressive typing. He’ll have access to those cameras in no time. The cameras weren’t part of the original plan. That changed the moment she pulled her stunt this morning. We need eyes on her as often as we can. I’m surprised he’s working down here, though, and not up in his dungeon of a room. He has multiple computers and screens, among other…things.
He drowns in work when he has something on his mind. I’m about to ask him when the front door slams open and rattles the shelves.
“Julien!” Wesley yells out in anger. I step into his line of sight and he marches into my space, toe for toe. Wesley’s not a small guy. He and I match for height, but I overpower him in the muscle department. He’s strong, and can hold his own against me, but I can still knock him on his ass if I have to. Out of the three of us, he’s the only one who sometimes wears his heart on his sleeve. It helps keep us more human, but it’s also a bitch when directed toward us, like right now.
“You took a video of her?” he seethes.
Zander’s gaze dart between us, his lips drawn in a tight line.
I push him away from me and narrow my eyes. “Blackmail. She needs to watch herself, and now I have something to use.” I cross my arms over my chest and stand tall. “Besides, you’re the one who came up with the brilliant idea of making her suck me off. Don’t walk in here all high and mighty. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re jealous.”
Zander watches us closely, but knows well enough to let us solve this on our own. When you’re like brothers with your best friends, it’s not always smooth sailing. We have spats from time to time. Usually, a few rounds in the gym with our fists and we can work out any argument.
“Oh, that’s some bullshit and you know it, Julien!” He gets in my face again, but this time pushes me. I stagger back a few steps, but regain my balance quickly. I’ve known Wesley for three years, and I have never once seen himthisupset. Especially over a girl. “When I said she should suck you off, I was joking and you damn well know it. Any girl in this place would give her left tit to say she’s done that to you. I never thought you’d use it as punishment, though.”
I didn’t know it either. “Well, now you know.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I look at the screen. It’s dad. “I need to take this, but you and I aren’t done here. Get your head out of your ass, Wes. She’s a means to an end, not your fucking queen.”
