Page 35 of Antagonist

His lips are so soft, but the way he’s sucking on mine is reverent and commanding all at once.

I don’t know what the fuck is happening. I just know that Fletcher’s hot mouth is consuming mine. My hands fist his shirt to stop him, but somehow I seem to draw him closer.

“Harrison,” he moans against my lips, and the sound of my name breaks the last bit of resistance. My hands go around the back of his neck and grip his hair tight.

I feel the hair tie break, but I don’t care.

“Flet—” I don’t know what I’m about to beg for, but he seems to know because his tongue takes advantage of my parted lips and he goes for it.

My dick is a steel rod trapped in my pants. When was the last time I was this hard?

The answer is, I don’t know.

I turn us around. Fletcher lets out a groan as I push him against the door. His cock is as hard as mine, and I’m of two minds about keeping my mouth on his or getting on my knees and putting it elsewhere.

He groans as I part his legs with my foot and wedge my leg between his thighs. As he moves, I hear a switch flipped and light fills the room, and I realize for the first time that we’re in a supply closet.

We’re making out in a supply closet. In my daughter’s school.

“Fuck,” I say between gritted teeth. “What the fuck are we doing?”

Fletcher stares at me. He’s also catching his breath. His eyes are as dark as night, and I see the unmistakable outline of an erection in his paint-stained jeans.

His hair is messy like he’s just been well fucked.

I did that. I put that dazed look on his face.

“Why did you do that? Why did you bring me here?”

His expression changes to something unreadable. “Because you looked like you needed it.” His honest reply throws me off guard.

“We’re in a supply closet at a school, Fletcher.”

He blows out a breath. “Yeah, we should probably get back to the meeting.”

Fuck. The meeting.

How do I now face all the parents, knowing what I’ve just done?

I straighten my shirt and run my hands through my hair. Hopefully, I can still bring back the poker face I’ve already used so much today.

There are no words exchanged. I don’t know what to say right now.

Fletcher steps away from the door, trying to comb his long hair with his fingers. I see him take a new hair tie from his pocket and pull his hair back up.

Between our physical chemistry and my thoughts, the room feels too crowded, so I open the door slowly, and when I see no one outside, I walk out, leaving Fletcher behind.

11

FLETCHER

If I could getunder Harrison’s skin as much as he’s already under mine, we’d have the most explosive sex known to humankind.

That was one of the many Harrison-related thoughts running through my head most of the parent meeting, which Harrison didn’t show for, and it’s been the same over the last two days.

I can’t blame him for leaving. I’m annoyed, but I get it.

When I pulled him into the supply closet, it wasn’t with the intention of kissing him. The way he spoke to Karina was…I don’t even know. I’m sure no one has spoken to her like that ever. Not even her parents, who come from a modest background and tried, even if they failed, to raise her to be a good person.