Page 33 of Sweet Possession

She beams up at me, a pink hue on her cheeks. “You couldn’t wait until later?” She pushes at my shoulders, silently asking for me to let her down. I do. Pulling out of her, I place her gently on the floor before tucking my cock back into my pants.

“No, angel. I needed you now.”

She opens her mouth to say something, but clamps it shut when a noise sounds. We both freeze. Both our gazes dart around as we look for the source, but we come up empty. Her panicked eyes come to mine, something in them that making my chest tighten. “What was that?” she whispers.

“Wait here. I’ll check.” I move away from her and quietly walk around the space, only to find us all alone. The library is not so big that someone could hide from me. It only takes around five minutes, and I have checked every little alcove and aisle. But still nothing.

Making my way back to Remi, I find her still in the same place, shifting on her feet nervously. Her eyes are laced with worry when they meet mine. “Well?” she demands.

I shake my head. “Nothing there, angel. It’s an old building. They do make sounds.”

She lets out a breath of relief. “Let me go out first in case there is anyone in the halls.” She drops a kiss to my lips. “See you later.” And with that, she disappears. I smile to myself as I think about my cum inside her, no doubt leaking into her panties and down her thighs. I’m an asshole, but I can’t deny the thought makes me hard.

I may not be able to come outright and say Remi is mine, but I can mark her with my seed so everyone will know she is claimed.

ChapterTwenty-Two

REMI

Rushing out of the library and down the hallway, I run my hands down my skirt and then my shirt, making sure they are not out of place. Logically, I know they’re fine, but I feel on edge. Was I turned on more than I’d ever been before, fucking Asher against those bookshelves? Yes. But I’m also worried about the noise we heard.

Asher searched the area and found nothing, so I can only hope it was just as he said, and the old building was making creaking sounds. Even those thoughts don’t put me at ease. My nerves are shot, and all I want to do is go to class and act normal. Heading to my locker, I punch in the code and pull out the books for my English class. I’m dreading this class now that I know who Mr. Henderson is. I hate him for what he did to Asher, and I don’t want to sit and play nice with him for an hour.

“Everything okay, Miss Hale?” The masculine voice startles me out of my thoughts. I spin around to find the man in question, staring at me with… curiosity?

I clear my throat. “Yes. Fine. I missed homeroom so I’m just collecting my books for English.”

He stares at me for a long beat, his lips curving into a smile. There’s something off about it though. “Very well.” He looks at his watch. “Class starts in fifteen minutes, and the bell is just about to ring. If you want to come and wait, you are more than welcome.” He waves his arm in the direction of the English room.

I swallow. I don’t want to do that. And not just because Asher will freak out, but because Brody is giving me weird vibes. I don’t want to be alone with him. I’m just about to make up an excuse when a familiar voice hits my ears. It’s low, almost threatening, but I would know his voice anywhere. “What is going on?” I glance over at Asher. His jaw is clenched and if looks could kill? Well, his ex-best friend would be dead. The tension is so thick, it makes it hard to breath.

Brody looks from Asher to me and smirks. “Nothing. Miss Hale heremissedhomeroom. I was just telling her she could come to class early if she likes.”

Before Asher can give us away, I speak. “I need to use the bathroom,” I blurt and scurry away. I feel the weight of both their stares and can only hope Asher doesn’t make this worse.

Pushing into the restroom, I fall back against the closed door, releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Could this day get any worse? I’ve only been here a couple weeks, and I’m already feeling the pressure of my relationship with Asher. Not that it would make me give him up. It wouldn’t. He’s mine as much as I’m his. I just need to get it together.

For Christ’s sake, I’ve been through more than most eighteen-year-olds could handle, I can cope with this.

I have to.

I will not let Asher go.

Not for anything.

Pushing off the door, I make quick work of using the toilet, cleaning up Asher’s cum from my panties and thighs, and making myself look presentable. In that time, the warning bell has come and gone, and I have five minutes to get to class. Grabbing my books off the side, I stride out of the bathroom and into the now-crowded hallway, where I make my way to my English class.

Inside, I find Brody at his desk, focused on something on his laptop. Even though I waited it out in the toilet, I’m still one of the first ones here. His head snaps up, eyes landing on me as what can only be described as a devious smile curves his lips. I shoot him a small grin and make my way to my desk. Sitting down, I drop my books on the desk and pull my cell out of my purse to send Asher a message.

Me: Everything okay? I had to get away from there.

He replies immediately.

Asher: It’s fine, angel. I hate that you have to be around him. It makes me want to keep you locked in my house where no one can see you or take you away from me.

I snort but then sober. I wouldn’t put it past him to do that. Asher is showing his vulnerable side. I hate that he has these insecurities due to two disloyal people. It’s even worse because of who Brody was to him. I know Asher misses him as a friend. Before I can respond, Brody starts the class. Shoving my cell back in my purse, I push all the drama from my mind and focus on the lesson.

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