Page 2 of Vexatious Queen

“Because I don’t want it to get damaged or lost. I may even get mugged for it,” I said, though the last one would never happen inside the school.

“Are you sure that’s all it is? You aren’t second-guessing your decision,” Nash asked as he sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes were guarded, and I shook my head.

“No, I’m not.” Stupidly, I stepped between his legs and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I just hate being the center of gossip. Can we just try and get through these last few months like normal people?”

The corner of his mouth lifted in what had become his signature, devilish look.

“We’re never going to be normal people, wife. But…fine, as long as you put it on right after school every day.”

“And what if I don’t?”

I let out a small scream as he took advantage of our position and yanked me down onto the bed. Nash rolled so that I was under him, and my hands were trapped above my head in his grip.

“Then I really will get on the PA. I’ll even take the glare of the office staff while I do it.”

“You rebel,” I teased.

“And then…I’m going to have my name tattooed on your finger…no…all your fingers.”

My mouth dropped open.

“You wouldn’t.”

Flexing his hips, he rubbed against me. My body turned hot all over like he had flipped a switch.

“Try me, Princess. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that I won’t do to make sure the world knows you’re mine,” he growled.

“You’re a pain in my ass,” I panted out.

Nash stared down at my lace bra while his hips rocked, driving me insane.

“Which brings us full circle to you hating me.”

Before I could come up with a good response, he kissed me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth and set me completely on fire.

“Stay…just first period,” he murmured against my lips, his free hand deviously pulling my kilt up around my waist.

“I…”

The rest of the sentence died on my lips as Nash ran his finger down the center of my panties, proving to both of us just how much I wanted him. My hips pushed up into his touch of their own accord. Nash moved the thin material out of his way, and I moaned when he broke through the last of my resolve, slipping his finger inside me.

“Say it. Say you’ll stay with me,” Nash whispered like a snake charmer.

“First period. That’s it.”

He smiled wide, and I knew that I would be lucky to ever make it out of this room again. But right now…I didn’t care.

12:01 PM

NASH

Grabbing a tray, I held it out to Betty. I didn’t care what she put on it. Fried chicken and waffles? That sounded good. Meatloaf with green beans? That was also appealing. Maybe it was the lasagna with garlic bread. That shit was delicious. It really didn’t matter when I was this hungry.

Betty handed the loaded tray back to me that had some of everything, and I reached for a banana and apple before grabbing a slice of chocolate cake.

“Are you okay,” Liam asked.

I looked up, wondering when the fuck Liam got here.