Page 107 of That Sik Luv

My hands clutch his tight core beneath his dress shirt, fingers gripping onto him in a way that screams need. I hear him swallow again, and his hand, resting at the base of my lower back, slowly trails up, holding me tightly to him.

“Oh, Saint,” I cry out, clutching his shirt in my white-knuckled fists. “I don’t want to be alone tonight. My house feels so big and bare and I’m terrified I’ll be targeted.”

“What about Baret?” He suggests my brother as if I actually have one. “Can he come—”

“He hasn’t been answering his phone,” I lie. I have no idea where he’s been or if he’s even tried to contact me. Lack of a phone doesn’t help. “I can’t get a hold of anyone. Not him. Not my parents. I’m all alone.” My bottom lip quivers in fear as my hands shake before him.

I bring them to the middle of Saint’s chest, where I touch the buttons of his crisp uniform while the front of his thighs connect with mine in the tight space of the utility closet.

“Please,” I whisper, cracking my tone to tortured perfection. “Even coming here today was a risk I had to take. I needed to see you. I needed...you.”

His Adam’s Apple bobs as his forehead brushes mine. I stare at his throat, breathing in his cologne, while his eyes glaze over my parted lips. The sexual tension is building, and while he doesn’t light up every atom within my being like his older brother does, there’s still an attraction to the physical beauty before me. He’s very much a handsome man, and I am very much an animal at my core.

“I’ll be there,” he whispers, his minty breath dusting my lips. “I’ll stay with you. I’ll come over right after class, okay?”

Our eyes connect for a moment, and I feel the longing and emotion in his gaze. The knowledge of us spending the night together in a house all alone is sending his mind into a cacophony of scenarios. Hopefully, none of them good.

He tips his chin, eyes focused on my lips again. The battle of right and wrong rages inside him as the sexual tension between us becomes almost unbearable. It’s all I need to know this plan will inevitably work.

Saint licks his lips, parting them as he leans forward, but just as they skim across mine, I turn my head to the side, closing my eyes and pulling his hips into mine. Our chests mesh together, showing the lack of restraint we hold for one another. Saint drops his head to the door behind me and I feel the evidence of his thick arousal begin to swell against my thigh.

I smirk devilishly within myself at the proof. He’s losing control.

“Slip out the back. Away from prying eyes,” he whispers in my ear, his lips grazing the shell as he continues. “I’ll be there soon, Bri.”

He leans back, our eyes connecting again, our lips inches apart as my hands remain planted on the mounds of muscle on his chest. I nod, purposefully trailing my tongue along my bottom lip. His eyes fall to my mouth immediately and he stills before letting out a sigh, ushering me out of the classroom before the students file into the surrounding room.

As soon as I hit the hallway, I feel Aero's eyes burning a hole through me. The lack of sight during those few minutes in the closet has him reeling in the unknown. Pleased with myself at the quick interaction, I sneak out the back of the building behind the dumpsters alone and wait until I hear the silent roar of the smooth engine.

I slide into the passenger seat of the familiar black Audi and turn to face him. Before I can even gauge his expression, my neck gets jolted as the back of my head hits the seat hard. Aero peels out of the parking lot, and aggressive hands grip the wheel while his silence secretly tears a hole through me.

My jealous, over-protective man.

He zips through town, finally arriving at the street behind my house. I slip out, walking through the wooded yard as he hides the car as planned. Seconds later, he enters the back door near the kitchen, stomping towards me in those black combat boots with his ski mask still in place.

Terror and lust simultaneously tremor through me as his hand encircles the front of my neck, pushing me back against the wall with a force that only this dominant man can assert.

“Where?” he growls, his hazel eyes set hard on mine as he leans over me.

My thighs clench together under my skirt. His toxic need to know the intimate details of what happened in that closet has me wanting to lie and push the envelope just to enrage and engage him further.

“My lips,” I rush, his hand around my throat tightening.

“He fucking kissed you?” he seethes in through gritted teeth, rolling the mask up his forehead with his free hand. His pulse rages, an angry vein protruding from his temple.

I suck in a breath at his devastatingly handsome features, studying the scars that pierce through them like badges of endless determination and power. His eyes darken, and once again, I’m overwhelmed by his raw, ethereal beauty.

“No.” I shake my head. “He tried to but I turn—”

A flat tongue rolls up and over my lips, interrupting my words. The warm, wet lick continues down my neck, where he takes the opportunity to clean me. The heat travels between my thighs and I feel myself contract with need. He grips my wrist, lifting my hand as his tongue trails over my palm while wild eyes connect with mine, removing Saint’s touch entirely, before gripping both wrists and pinning them above my head.

“Aero, he’s on his way...” I whisper, his nose tracing the line of my jaw before he breathes in the scent of my hair in the hypnotic way that he does.

I feel dizzy with lust as one of his rough hands fastens my arms in place, my wrists in a tight hold above my head, the other gripping the skin of my hip so hard it will surely bruise. His tongue finds my neck again, licking long trails up to my ear lobe where he bites down, pressing that long, thick erection along his thigh into my belly.

“Then we better hurry,” he whispers against my mouth before biting down on my bottom lip. Pulling it back with his teeth, I moan into his mouth as my lip snaps back from his unrelenting grasp. “Because I plan to have my cum dripping from your greedy cunt before it’s wrapped around him.”

He growls to himself at the thought before slamming my wrist back against the wall, causing me to cry out in pain.

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