Page 91 of Kings & Chaos

“We’re still studying together next period right?” I asked her.

“Yep.” Claire’s performance was flawless. “I’ll meet you here after class and we can walk together.”

“Cool.”

She flounced off, and Rock turned to look at me as we continued into the building.

“You’re not going to your next class?”

I shook my head. “I need to work on my English final, and Claire has a paper too. We’re going to study together, so you can take a break from guard duty.”

“I’ll come back,” he said. “Walk you to…?”

“The library,” I said. “But you don’t need to do that. I’ll have Claire, and then we’ll go to the cafeteria for lunch.”

We’d reached the door to Professor Ryan’s class and I stopped outside. Thankfully, the Kings weren’t actually walking me to my seat like they’d done in my first few days at Aventine, although I had to admit it must have worked: no one had ever fucked with me on campus.

Rock pushed me against the wall next to the door and pressed his body against mine. His hand came up to my neck, and he rubbed my cheek with his thumb while he looked down at me.

“I won’t see you for three whole hours.” His blue eyes seemed to stare straight though my soul. “That’s three hours too long.”

He lowered his mouth to mine and swept me up in a delicious kiss, his tongue gliding against mine, making slow sweeps of my mouth that sent currents of electricity through my body.

Fuck me. I couldn’t get enough of these boys. My Saturday night threesome with Rock and Oscar should have satisfied my urges for at least a while. Instead, I felt hornier than ever, more than ready to be naked with them again, their perfect dicks filling me up every which way.

“Damn,” Rock said, breaking the kiss. “I’m going to have to walk to class with a fucking hard-on.”

I smiled. “Serves you right for making my underwear wet.”

He groaned and leaned his forehead against mine. “That’s not helping, kitten.”

I reached up and held his face in my hands, then planted a solidly chaste kiss on his lips. “There’s always tonight.”

“I’m counting the fucking minutes.”

He stepped away, his gaze still locked with mine as he walked backwards a few steps, like he couldn’t take his eyes off me.

I turned to enter the lecture hall and took a seat in the back. I waited a couple of minutes before standing to peek through the glass set into the doors.

There was no sign of Rock, so I opened the door and looked both ways. The building’s main areas were emptying out as morning classes got ready to start, and I knew Rock had class in another building.

I stepped into the hallway and opened the bag Claire had given me, sighing with relief when I saw the key fob to her car.

“Thank you, Claire,” I murmured as I headed for the exit.

She hadn’t wanted to help me, not because she had any loyalty for the Kings and their relentless control over me, but because she’d been worried for my safety. I’d had to run my plan down with her twice to convince her it was safe, but she’d come through in the end.

And the plan was safe. It was just a little errand really, a visit to a grieving widow.

* * *

I pulled up outside the stately old house just outside of town and checked the time on my phone. Everything had to be perfect for this to work, and ithadto work. I was at a dead end when it came to finding Emma. The Kings were trying to unravel the shell companies that had paid Zachary Walsh $25,000 before he died, but who knew how long that would take?

I grabbed a notebook and pen from my bag even though, hello, who used paper and pen these days when they could just make notes on their phone?

But the paper and pen lended credibility to the story I was about to tell, and it gave me something to hang on to, which I was starting to need now that I’d arrived at my destination and had started breaking out in a cold sweat.

I wasn’t sure I was cut out for this shit.

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