Page 271 of Vexatious Queen

Nash held my gaze, and I could see him warring with himself before he answered.

“Eighty percent was safety, but the rest was because I never trusted or liked him. I wanted to destroy Sabastain before he became a loose cannon. His outburst just proved to me that he was dangerous and that I needed to stop him,” he said, and I nodded.

“I figured,” I said, and shivered as a breeze swirled around my neck.

Nash opened the door, and a blast of hot pool air hit me and lured me to step inside.

Our feet echoed as we walked down the long hallway.

“That’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. I spoke to Ellis, and it took some persuasion, but he’s going to drop the charges down so the max sentence Sabastian gets is a couple of years.”

“How did you manage that?”

“You don’t want to know, but I couldn’t get him off completely. We did too good a job framing him. Figures.” He glanced at me, and suddenly I was worried about what he had to sacrifice. “Let’s just say, Ellis is getting a good fucking deal, and no, I’m not snitching on anyone we know or care about.”

“Is it putting you in danger,” I asked as we stopped in front of the locker room door.

He shook his head.

“No.”

“Thank you for whatever you did. I’m sure it wasn’t easy, but I appreciate you trying to fix things. And just so you know, I’m going to see Sabastian.”

Nash made a face, and I could tell he was going to argue.

“It might make things worse,” he said.

I sighed. “Maybe you’re right, but I don’t want him to feel alone. I think that was part of the problem all along. He felt abandoned.”

“If you’re going to insist, then you must take one of us with you,” he said.

“Alright, it’s a deal.”

Nash smirked as he tugged on my hand.

“Now that all of the unpleasantness is out of the way…you coming to help me get changed?”

“Nice try. I’ll go grab a seat on the bleachers,” I said, but Nash didn’t let go.

The next thing I knew, he’d dropped his duffel bag and was kissing me. His lips were soft, but demanding, and it was as if his hand scorched my skin as it slipped under my top and gripped my waist.

My backpack dropped to the floor, and the coffee cup shook in my grasp. My heart galloped out of control as he pushed me up against the wall. He was completely unyielding, his body hard, arms flexed like he was barely holding it together, and it was entirely too sexy to feel his control slipping. Nash broke the kiss and traced my jaw with his lips, sending sparks everywhere. I panted as he sucked on the sensitive spot under my ear.

“Say the words, Princess. Say you forgive me,” Nash growled. “Say we’re okay.”

“You’re forgiven,” I whispered, holding him tighter.

He pinched my chin between his fingers as his eyes locked with mine. They were always so blue, like the deepest part of the ocean, and yet held enough heat to burn us both down.

“When I’m done training, we’re skipping first period,” he said, and I licked my lips.

“We are, are we?”

“Yes, because I need to make things right with my wife.”

He ran his thumb over my bottom lip and pressed down a little in the middle. I opened just enough for him to slip in, and sucked. His eyes turned feral.

“Fuck you make me so hard. How am I supposed to train like this?”