Page 122 of The Rivals' Touch

“Jacob,” I whisper tiredly, wishing it were that simple, “this whole thing is much bigger than some silly basketball game.”

He traces his thumb over my bottom lip. “Will you trust me? Us?”

Tears well in my eyes as I stare up at his handsome face. I used to hate him with every fiber of my being, but now, he’s all I can see. I press my forehead against his chest and clutch his t-shirt, breathing him in. “I can’t afford to trust anyone right now.”

He bands his strong arms around me and buries his nose in my hair. “What did Bennett do to you?”

My tears soak his shirt. I don’t want to let go, but I have no choice. When I said I don’t trust anyone, I meant it. No one will save me but myself. “We need to go. We’ll be late for class.”

He places a kiss on the top of my head and steps back. “Will you talk to Zayd?”

I nod. “Okay.”

“Come on.” With his arm wrapped around my shoulder, he leads me to the door. “Let’s get to class.” The hallway is empty. The bell rang long ago, but time ceased to exist inside the classroom as Jacob scaled my castle walls.

“Can I meet you there? I need the toilet.”

Jacob releases me and shuts the door behind us. “Alright, don’t do anything stupid.”

I kiss him back when he leans in, and before I have a chance to object, he has me pressed up against the nearest locker. Desire stirs inside me again. “We’ll be late,” I giggle, aware of the security cameras.

“I don’t care.” Jacob trails his lips down my neck. “Fuck, I want you again. Here, feel!” He grabs my hand and flattens it over the hard bulge inside his jeans. “I can’t get enough of you!” His lips find mine again, hungry and demanding.

I respond, kissing him back, eyes glued to the camera up in the corner. My father has connections. “Jacob,” I whisper against his lips as he slides his hands behind me to squeeze my ass through my jeans. He grinds himself against me, and I almost give in.

“We’re late for class.”

He nuzzles my neck. “I’ll make you come again!” Then he brings his face to mine and adds, “With my tongue.”

His cheeky smile is sinful. My eyes fall shut as he dives down and sucks on the sensitive skin at the hollow of my neck. “Oh god!” I moan, creasing his t-shirt. “You’re a bad influence.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he grins, sinking down to his knees.

My eyes pop open. “What are you doing? We’re in the hallway!”

He nuzzles my pussy through my jeans. “I don’t fucking care! Let’s give the security guard something to jerk off to.”

“Anybody could see us!”

He rubs his nose up and down the slit of my jeans, making me wish I could burn them. I want his lips on me. “Let them watch!”

“I’m wearing jeans!”

He rubs his thumb over my clit through the fabric. “I admit it’s a bit of a problem. See now why you should wear a skirt to school for easy access?”

I fist his hair and pull his head back until his green eyes pierce mine. “We can’t do this here.”

He grins, flashing teeth. “Are you saying you want us to go somewhere else?”

“Jesus, fuck!” I push him away and curse my throbbing clit. Then I shake out my hands and pace the corridor while he climbs to his feet and chuckles under his breath. “You absolute dick!”

He wets his lips and smirks. “Which you want to suck right now, admit it.”

I give him a look. He’s not wrong, but there’s no chance I will admit to anything. Never mind that I want to feel my lips stretch around his girth. Nope, I’m not going there.

I point at him. “You’re going to class, and I’m going to the bathroom.”

“So bossy.” He smiles as he walks away and winks over his shoulder. I lean back against the locker, rub my hands over my face, and blow out a breath. What the actual fuck am I doing? My father will kill me.

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