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Lance rises as well, following me from the class with his typical silent swagger.
No one else casts him those sidelong glances anymore. Whether that’s because they’re too scared to get caught, they’ve decided he’s a massive nursing school student, or they actually flat-out asked and found out he’s here for my protection, my classmates simply part around him now, giving him—and me—plenty of space as we walk down the hall.
And though I know I have one more class before I’m done for the day, I keep my eye out for an opening. Then I grasp Lance’s hand and pull him into a dark classroom.
“Quinn,” he says, a word of warning entering his tone as he follows me inside. His eyes scan the vacant space, naturally looking for any threats, though I seriously doubt the Agostis would be stupid enough to try and take me in such a public space.
“Lance,” I tease back, mimicking his warning tone.
“What are you doing?”
“You looked miserable in pathophysiology, so I thought I’d cheer you up,” I say coyly, playfully reaching for his belt.
“You know why,” he insists, capturing my wrists and removing my hands from their dirty task. But he pulls me close, wrapping an arm around my waist to dampen any sting of rejection.
I do know why. It’s the same reason every time. And though we’ve talked about how to handle the situation on multiple occasions, I just don’t feel like the timing’s quite right.
Lance still wants to tell Killian straight out, but I think we need to ease him into it, find the right time. Probably after Killian’s had time to cool down about the Italians kidnapping me and the fighting isn’t making him work insane hours.
Because I know my brother. There’s not a chance in hell he’s going to take this news well. And I at least want him rested and well-fed to give Lance a chance of survival.
“We’ll tell him soon,” I insist. “He’s had a hard week.”
He really has. I know that tensions are escalating between him and Lucian since the Kings haven’t backed down. And I feel worse knowing that’s partially my fault. Before, they were just providing backup to the Sokolov sisters. Now, they’ve gone and exacted revenge for what Lucian’s men did to me.
And while it’s a relief to know that the men who hurt me are six feet under—I don’t like that Killian’s been coming home around midnight for the past week at least.
Lance sighs, his shoulders slumping. “I know. And I trust your judgment. We can wait if you think it’s best. But we need to be careful, Quinn,” he says, giving me a pointed look. “The last thing I want is for Killian to find out accidentally.”
“He won’t,” I insist. “Promise. Especially not here, on campus. He trusts me. He trusts you to take care of me. He won’t have any spies lurking about.” I flash Lance a daring smile and let my hands run down the ripple washboard abs he’s holding me firmly against. “Come on. Lighten up,” I murmur, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
And though he releases a low, rumbling growl, this time when I find his belt, he doesn’t stop me.
I’ve never been like this before. So hopped up on libido that I’m willing to be late to class. All so I can get a taste of his glorious cock. But there’s something so thrilling about having Lance all to myself. Of knowing that if I start something, he’ll finish it.
And while he’s still struggling with the guilt of keeping it from Killian, I hope that once we get past that last hurdle, he might even be the one to drag me into a room and ravish me of his own volition.
Pants undone, I pull them down over his hips and thighs as I kneel, and my mouth starts to water as soon as his cock springs free. He’s already rock-hard and eager for me, and I love that. It quells the last lingering doubts that rise in my chest every time I start to wonder how he feels about me. A product of having yearned for him in secret for so long, I think.
“Quinn,” he warns, and the deep bass of his voice sends a tremor through my body.
“Yes, Lance?” I breathe. Then I grasp the base of his swollen shaft and guide the weeping tip toward my open mouth.
He groans, his deep-blue eyes rolling into the back of his head as I wrap my lips around his mushroom tip. I lick the drop of salty precum there and press my thighs together as excitement dampens my panties.
“You want me to fuck you right here?” he rasps, his voice shifting into that delicious kind of husk that means there’s no turning back now.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum around his hard length, taking him all the way into my mouth.
He grunts, his fingers combing into my hair as he pulls it back from my face. Then he slowly guides his cock farther between my lips, seeing how much of him I can take. I’m still working on the gag reflex part. I have about as much experience in this part of my life as I do actual sex. But Lance is probably the sexiest teacher I’ll ever have. And I’m an eager student.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my hair as his cock hits the back of my throat.
I swallow convulsively, and he groans as I tighten around his thick tip. Then he slips in just a bit further. The heat in his eyes turns my blood molten, and I inhale through my nose as I work his length slowly in and out. I swirl my tongue around his tip.
“You’re getting so good at that,” he praises, running the back of his knuckles over my cheek. Then he takes my hair in his hand once more to extract himself from my mouth. “But you have a class to get to, and we’re not leaving until you come,” he murmurs.
Pulling me up to my feet, Lance spins me so fast, I yelp. Pressing my hands to the wall over my head, he faces me away from him. And he slides the soft fabric of my blue maxi dress up my hips until he finds the waistline of my panties.