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Closing my eyes, I try to steady my breathing. I use everything I have to control my heartbeat, because Mason is eliciting a reaction in me that is doing things to my nether regions. Slowly I turn to my right, opening my eyes, and his beautiful blue eyes are locked in on mine.
His hand comes up to caress my cheek, and instinctively, my head leans into his hand before I realize what I’m doing. I gasp at the realization of what I just did. Turning away from him, I push his hand off of me and turn again to face the front.
Note to self: Bring additional underwear as back up for when I flood mine from just a single touch by of one of these three.
My mouth dries up, and my heart races as Mason stays within inches of my face. As the teacher walks into the classroom, I feel him pull away from me.
“I can’t wait, Red,” is all he says before the teacher starts their lecture.
The rest of the class passes in a blur until I head off to pre-calc. I bolted out of U.S. Government, trying to leave Mason way far behind. Of course, I failed. Before I could even get ten feet from the door, his arm came around me, pulling me against his very hard, very muscular body. I look up and see his ocean blue eyes staring down at me with a grin a mile long on his face.
I swear, I’m going to flood the school at this rate.
We get to our pre-calc class, and I pull away from him to run to my seat and throw myself into my desk. He saunters down the aisle, looking at me with narrowed eyes and his lips slightly turned up, like I’m his prey. He slides in next to me, leaning towards me and invading any personal space I assumed I had.
My head jolts towards the front from a scoff and whine that grab my attention. Bitch Barbie number one sways her fake ass into the class and throws me a look. So, I of course flip her off.
“Do you even know who you are messing with? I will destroy you, cunt.” She barrels towards me. Before she can even get to me, Mason jumps over his desk and steps in between us.
“Bianca, go sit,” he says firmly.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Mason. This whore is dying to get her ass handed to her.”
“She just sat down, Bianca. You came in here and threw her a look and started shit. What did you expect her to do?”
Bianca’s eyes go wide. Her mouth drops open, and she takes a step back.
“Are you defending her, Mason? What the actual fuck?” Bianca’s shrill voice feels like it’s ripping at my ear drums. Goddamn, she can hit some opera level pitches.
“All right class. Let’s take a seat, please.” Mr. Fellows eyes our corner. Bianca takes her seat with a huff and starts immediately texting. I’m sure she’s letting Skipper and her friend know what just went down.
Colt walks in the room and the air shifts again as his eyes meet mine. He runs over to the desk in front of me and plops down. Then he turns his head and gives me a sly smile. Did Daxon blab to everyone about what happened last night? I turn to see Mason leaning back in his chair, and he gives me a wink. The asshole winks at me.
What the fuck is going on?
The rest of pre-calc is normal, and by normal, I mean Bianca is throwing daggers at me with her eyes and basically plotting my death in her tiny, itty-bitty Barbie brain. I see her continuing to text throughout most of class. No doubt filling in the other brainless idiots of how Mason and Colton are looking at me or some other bullshit.
By the time math ends, I’m hauling my ass out of my seat and flying past the kings and their stalker queen. I need space. I need away from the drama they carry with them wherever they go, with Bianca being a major factor in the drama department. But she’s so wrapped up in her text message that she doesn’t even see me take off. Thank fuck.
As I walk towards Forthright, it comes to me what class I have next. English. With fucking Dax and one of the bitches, Tiffany. Fuck my life. I stop off at my locker and pick up some of the books I had taken from the library. I need to bring them back when we head in there for class today.
Apparently, in the world of Google and search engines, we still need to learn how to check out books and research. Well, maybe the rich kids do for when they get into Yale and Harvard, but I’m pretty sure I can get by with the internet at a state college.
But whatever.
The moment I step over the threshold of the library, the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Instantly, I know Daxon has eyes on me. I drop my books off in the return slot of the desk. As I turn towards the desks on the first floor, I see him sitting at the table I was assigned. I don’t need any more shit today. I groan and make my way over there.
I walk up and throw my bag on the table. “Go away, Dax.”
“Is that really all you have to say to me? No ‘thank you for the orgasm, Dax? Please give me more, Dax? Let me come on your face again, Dax.’” He tilts his head to the side.
I sneer at him in disgust while my mind replays the events of last night, heating my body up. “If you have to beg me to thank you, then you know you weren’t that good. I’m not feeding your already self-inflated ego.”
He laughs, and his hand wraps around my wrist as he yanks me down onto his lap. His arm wraps around me, locking me against him. “Sweetheart, you and I both know I had you coming so hard, you passed the fuck out after. Don’t play it off like I didn’t.”
His voice vibrates against my skin. My traitorous body is already responding to his touch, now completely turned on by his words, his voice. His lips brush against my cheek, leaving in its wake a fire burning on my skin.
“Why are you at this table, Dax?” I ask softly, my eyes closed so I can at least control one of my senses.