Jasper gave me a wide, smug grin. “Beck overheard one of the guys in social studies talking about your tits. Looks like he decided to stake claim.”
I spluttered a shocked noise and poked Beck in the side. “Is that true? Did you just publicly piss on me because some guy complimented my rack?”
He gave no response, but when we reached our usual table, he sat and hauled me into his lap and proceeded to make sure the entire fucking academy knew we were together. His grip on my ass only let up when I was groaning softly into his mouth and fighting the urge to grind all over his hard cock.
“You’re damn right, I did,” he told me in a voice drenched in sex and need. “Now no one can pretend they don’t know.”
I arched a brow. “Know what?”
Beck’s gaze was blazing hot, setting my whole body on fire. “That you’remine.”
I bit my lip to hold back the elated smile that wanted to burst free.
“Now, Sebastian,” I scolded teasingly. “We’ve been over this. But I guess we can settle on mutual ownership ... until I can get you alone for a power struggle later.” I suggested the last in a breathy, lust filled whisper, and Beck’s hips jerked slightly.
“Guys. Point made.” Jasper threw a balled up napkin at Beck’s head in a playful gesture, but when we turned to look, his eyes held a little more seriousness.
Clearing my throat in embarrassment—suddenly remembering that the entire freaking academy was watching me dry fuck my boyfriend—I made to get off Beck’s lap. He grabbed me around the waist before I could make it far, spinning me around to face the table but keeping me on his lap.
“Just for a couple of minutes,” he growled softly in my ear. “Give me a moment to think about really unsexy things so I don’t sit here with my boner on display for the whole school.”
I snickered a laugh, grabbing a fry from the tray of food Dylan had just delivered in front of me. “Case in point of who owns who,” I whispered back to Beck with an evil smirk.
“Guys, serious chat time,” Evan said, drawing my attention away from Beck’s erection pressed against my ass. “Beck staking a public claim sort of drops Riley in the cross-hairs for Delta, doesn’t it?” He shot a glance at Dylan as he said this, and I was curious to hear the answer.
Wehadbeen keeping our shit low key so that Delta wouldn’t try to use our feelings for each other against us. Me being the weak link in the group and all, it was not a good idea for them to know that I was a weakness for any of the guys. So what changed?
“Doesn’t matter,” Dylan muttered, sounding just a little bit sour. “Everyone with eyes can tell they’re fucking, even if they’re not making out in public.”
“True shit,” Jasper laughed. “The sexual tension is electric.” He poked me in the arm and made a zapping sound, which made me grin like some kind of loved up fool.
Damn it. Beck was totally ruining my chill.
“Besides,” Beck added, reaching around me to snag some fries for himself. “My dad already has us figured out. Not much point in hiding it when the biggest wolf of all has our scent.”
“Makes sense, I guess,” I commented. The tension seemed to have faded from Beck, but I gave him a quick glance to check he was cool with me getting off his lap. At his small nod, I slid over into my own seat.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved sitting in my boyfriend’s lap as much as the next girl, but given all the heavy shit going on in our little crew, I preferred to feel like an equal player, not a cheerleader.
“So, did we make any progress on accessing Huntley’s files?” I posed the question to Jasper, and by “we” I really meant him. I’d found out over the weekend that the back door they planned to use to access the files was actually some genius hacker chick that Jasper had hooked up with a while back. The holdup wasn’t in gaining access to the server, it was in Jasper convincing this chick to actually help in the first place.
“Uh, yeah, it’s getting there.” His cheeks flushed pink, and he suddenly became very interested in his lunch for some reason.
Evan covered a grin with his burger, and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Spill it.”
“Jasper tried his usual routine on her this morning in economics, and she slapped him.” Evan was practically gleeful with the information, and Jasper’s face darkened further.
“Wow,” I said, a bit shocked. “Is that a first for you, Jas? Your face says this is maybe a first, which kinda surprises me.”
Jasper looked genuinely offended at that. “What the hell does that mean?”
I shrugged. “Just that I figured you’d been slapped plenty of times. You’re kind of a man-whore.”
At this, even Dylan and Beck laughed. Or ... as much of a laugh as either of them were capable of in public, which was more of a smile than anything. Still. Enough to have Jasper outraged.
“Harsh, babe,” he commented, defensive. “Thisisthe first time I’ve been slapped. Supposedly after I hooked up with Layla last year, I stood her up on a date and then she found me in bed with her roommate.”
I spluttered a laugh. “I’m not even surprised. You deserved that slap, so good for her.”
