Page 60 of The Hallows Queen

“Thank you.” I smile softly. “That means a lot.”

She nods, holding her hand out for our pop quiz. “Yes, well, why don’t you let me take that to make some copies, you go home.”

I shake my head. “Oh, I don’t mind –”

Barbara cuts me off, “I was a young thing like you once. I know how hard the first day is. Go home and relax.”

Her kindness is making me feel uneasy, mainly because I had already shoved her into a box labeledunfriendly, do not engage.

I hand her the quiz. “I’ll see you tomorrow, thank you again.”

She nods without a word, dismissing me, so I go back to my desk to gather my stuff. I move quickly, tossing my phone into my purse and throwing it over my shoulder, more than ready to get home and leave this day behind me.

I call one moregoodnightto Barbara over my shoulder as I leave, then I head for the parking lot.

It’s nearing five, so the sun is hanging a little lower in the sky but still blasting heat and blinding rays over the blacktop of the parking lot, so I dig in my bag as I’m nearing where I parked and pull out my sunglasses.

When I’m slipping them on my face, I look forward again and notice someone leaning against the driver’s side door of my car.

His tattooed arms are crossed over his chest, as always, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he gazes off into the distance of the parking lot.

Before he can notice me, I press a button on my key fob, making the loud alarm for my car ring out. He jumps, the cigarette falling to the ground before he turns around to look at me. I can’t help the laughter that escapes me as I press the button again to stop the alarm.

Hayden’s mouth kicks up into a humored smile, and he walks two steps to meet me at the trunk of my car. “You scared the shit out of me.”

I don’t look at him, just keep walking toward the driver’s side. “Don’t lean on my car, I just had it detailed.”

He follows close behind me, and before I can pull the handle on my door to open it, his hands fall to the metal to stop me. “Did you have a good day?”

I can feel the heat from his body behind me as he cages me against the car, so I do my best not to move a centimeter. I sigh, “What do you want?”

“You,” he says, his mouth pressing against the hair on the back of my head.

“We’re standing in the parking lot, Hayden. Someone could see us.” Fear races across my skin as my eyes search the lot for bystanders. Most of the cars are gone for the day, leaving only a few here and there.

“Isn’t that what makes it fun?” he answers, his voice a husky whisper that makes my core clench.

“No,” I say, not trusting myself to say anything else. I don’t want to accidentally admit that the thought of being here with him creates such a burning need in my veins that I may turn to liquid. I can’t tell him that I love the pinch of anxiety in my chest, that I love the way his body feels this close to mine.

Maybe I’m a glutton for everything to turn to chaos, maybe I’m sick in the fucking head, because I want to turn around and kiss him. I want to slam him against the side of my car and devour him until the world falls away around us.

Hayden kisses my hair, his hands turning to fists against the shiny black metal of my car. He presses his body closer, rubbing his thickening cock against my ass, and I hate myself for moaning at the contact. Kissing down the back of my hair, he groans. “You drive me fucking wild, do you know that?”

I press my lips together, not wanting to speak.

He rolls his hips against my backside. “I want to lift up this little skirt, drop to my knees and eat your pussy till everyone still inside school can hear you screaming my fucking name.”

Holding my breath, I bite down on my bottom lip.

“Would you like that, Miss Leyton?” He gyrates his hips once more, pressing so hard against me that the front of my body hits the side of my car.

I feel my panties dampen, and I bite my teeth into my lip to keep a whimper at bay. My heart pounds in my chest so thunderously that I can feel it vibrating through my entire body, but I don’t dare say one word to him in response. I can’t.

“What if I just spread you open and drive my cock inside of you until you can’t fucking resist me anymore?” he growls, his tone sounding heated and impatient. “I wonder if someone will walk out here and see you falling apart underneath your student.”

I tense from head to toe, then use all my strength to push back against him, trying to get him off me. He’s quick, though, pressing himself into me harder, keeping me plastered against the car.

“Why are you fighting this?” he grunts, his face falling into my hair again. “I bet if I slid my hand between your legs, you’d be soaked through to your thighs right now.”

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