I’m very ready to get off campus today. Rubbing the back of my neck, my skin crawls at all the happy, smiling faces as they pass by us.
“You’re going to scare people,” Alaric murmurs, his lips twisting in amusement. He should talk. People rush to move out of our path as we resume our walking, and they send us anxious glances as if we’re going to punch them for the audacity of existing in the same space as us.
I’m not saying that we aren’t dangerous, but there are limits to what we’ll allow. Our fathers don’t want us to make trouble on campus, which is why I growl under my breath when someone bumps into my shoulder.
The disrespect at this school makes me want to kill someone.
“Watch it.” I snarl, glaring at the jock who rolls his eyes as he continues to walk.
Taking a step forward to throw caution to the wind and tell the consequences to get fucked, Alaric grabs my arm and pulls me back, his hand fisting in my curly hair to give me a filthy kiss.
His tongue ring makes me moan as it drags along my tongue, encouraging me to think more about fucking than fighting.
“Feel better?” he murmurs, smirking against my lips.
“A bit,” I admit. “I’m horny now.”
“Anger and fucking aren’t very far apart for you.” He chuckles under his breath. His gaze moves in the direction the jock went, stiffening.
“What?” I ask. “Is it too obvious if I turn around to look?”
“As much as I’d like to continue making out with you, we do need to get going,” he says wryly. “Look now, and don’t freak out. He’s not ours.”
The words settle sourly in my stomach as I turn and find Mr. Kennedy smiling at the jock. His blue eyes seem warmer than they were in class too.
How dare he look at someone like this?
“Tate,” Alaric warns. “Your head looks like it’s going to pop off.”
Gritting my teeth as my head begins to pound, I have to admit that he’s not wrong. When Mr. Kennedy shakes the jock’s hand, I want to rip it away.
“Please remind me that kidnapping is off the table.” I grumble, letting Alaric lead me through the courtyard.
Mr. Kennedy meets my gaze, and I notice the way his lips press together in annoyance. No warm smile for me, huh, asshole? We’ll see if that changes when you’re naked and tied to my bed. My hands fist at my sides as I imagine all the pretty noises he’ll make when I slap his cock and refuse to let him come. Will he beg for me to let him paint his abs with ropes of his own cum?
“Whatever it is that you’re thinking about, I want you to loop me in on,” Alaric says, surprising me. He’s typically the voice of reason. “All I can think about since we had our first class withhim is how he’d look with his pouty lips wrapped around my dick.”
“I want to punish him for being such a cock tease,” I mutter for only him to hear, giving the teacher a wink.
“Gentlemen,” he says, watching as we pass.
“Hey, Teach,” I reply. I want to lick the vein pulsing at his throat, the only evidence that I’m getting under his skin. He’s dressed like a slut in his open collar white dress shirt and sweater. Fuck, it shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
“While you were staring at his face, my eyes were on his dick,” Alaric says, his lips against the shell of my ear before he slings his arm around my shoulders, forcing me to turn around. Without realizing it, I’d started moving back toward the professor. “Those soft chinos don’t hide a thing.”
“If you tell me about his dick, he’s going to find himself in our trunk,” I warn, adjusting my own cock in my jeans.
Taking one last glance back as we walk to our car, I find the professor gazing back at me. Oh yeah, he’s definitely interested. Professor Beckham may growl and stomp his foot at the head of the class as he calls for order in his classroom, but he wants to suck my cock.
I’d bet my favorite motorbike on it.
“You’re being obvious,” Alaric warns.
“So what if I am,” I say, paying attention to where I’m walking again so that I won’t fall off the curb. “I want to watch his eyes water with tears as he chokes on my cock, and I want the answer to a very important question.”
“What’s that?” he asks, unlocking the doors of the sleek SUV. We drove to school today, knowing we’d have to head into work after class. Jamie is busy with football buddies, which means we’ll see him later.
Just a normal day at the grind called life.
