“I swear, I’m going to murder you,” I seethe, frustration eating me alive.
“Not today.” Maverick twists my arm up my back and hauls my ass to the front door in all his naked glory. I have no choice but to behave or risk a broken arm. That doesn’t stop me from hurling obscenities and violent threats at him. I’m tossed out like yesterday’s garbage. I hightail it home, bruised pride in tow.
I sprint down the hallway in my haste to get to physics class. I’m nearly ten minutes late. I slept through three freaking alarms. I’m out of sorts and feeling totally blah. I’m not wearing any makeup and my hair resembles Donnie fromThe Wild Thornberrys. Yesterday’s fight took an emotional toll on me.
The bastard finally put a crack in my armor, but the war isn’t over. I took a nice long, hot shower after getting home, then cocooned myself in bed. I shouldn’t have gone to Maverick’s house. I’m usually a levelheaded person, but he makes me impulsive.
My rash behavior got a knife stuck up my cooch but also the best oral sex ever. His wonderful mouth… goddamn his fucking wonderfully talented mouth.
Maverick sucked the soul out of my vajayjay. His head game gives a whole new meaning to“What that mouth do?”Hands down, his is a coochie slayer.Ugh! It’s not fair. How can he have good looks, an athletic body, big dick, and awesome clit mastering abilities? I bet he fucks amazing too. I bustle into the classroom.
“Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Cocoa.” Mr. Barnes’s snarky tone grates on my nerves.
I mentally roll my eyes. He can shove his snarky attitude where the sun don’t shine.
“Sorry,” I mumble and scuttle to the back of the classroom.
Maverick’s intense gaze pierces me to the marrow, slowly perusing me from head to toe. The asshole decided to show today. I mouthfuck youat him and he smiles. I’d love to karate chop that smug look right off his face. I plonk down in my chair.
“Maverick, Cocoa.” Mr. Barnes spreads his arms, encompassing the class. “We’re all waiting.”
Everyone eyes us expectantly.
“We’re ready,” Maverick says.
Well, that’s surprising. What’s his angle? He saunters to the front of the class. Could he be planning to embarrass me somehow? His sudden cooperation is suspect. I know better than to underestimate him. Did he even read the damn notes? I grab the flash drive from my backpack and plug it into the laptop beside Mr. Barnes’s desk. The moment of truth is here and my final grade hangs in the balance. I stand next to Maverick by the smart board, now displaying the title slide of the presentation.
“Don’t fuck this up,” I whisper.
“Have a little faith.” He smirks.
“Says the snake to the mouse,” I retort.
I pluck the remote off the tray and get started.
Twenty minutes later, we’re done. Astonishingly, everything went smoothly, and Maverick did good.
I surreptitiously steal glances at the entrance to the cafeteria.
Cocoa has yet to make an appearance. I’m tempted to walk over to her friends and demand they tell me where she is. I thought about her all night. Even jerked off while sniffing the tip of my knife, which now carries her sweet scent.
I crave another taste of her. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I came close to fucking her but knew she would have complete control over me afterwards. She’s dangerous because she makes me care. It took everything in me to act aloof this morning. Cocoa arrived to class flustered, ruffled, and looking sexy as fuck.
“Pining for your main squeeze?” Dee makes kissing noises.
“Shut your trap,” I snap.
“Stop staring longingly at the door and I will,” he counters.
“Keep talking and I’m going to crack your jaw.”
“Temper, temper.” He chuckles. “Resorting to violence is not the only way to solve your problems, you know.”
“I’m guessing Cocoa and you didn’t come to a truce yesterday,” Nix states.
I narrow my eyes at him. “You knew she was coming to my house?”
“Hey, I tried to persuade her not to go.” He points to Dee. “And he said not to warn you.”
