Page 31 of Poison Touch
He drops his leg to the floor and then leans in my direction. “Ninja baby, I’m available anytime for you to show me your expertise on the subject.”
Fuck me.I need to keep my mouth shut. Closing my eyes, I do my best to ignore him for the few minutes left of class.
“What? You don’t give private lessons?”
Ignoring him is useless. He’s like a persistent child tugging on your pant leg, begging for just one more piece of candy.
I turn to face him. “Gunner, please shut up.”
Shifting back to his canvas, he holds up his hands in defeat. “Fine, I was trying to be friends. But if you don’t want to be, fine!”
There’s obviously something in the water in this fucked-up, delusional school. Friends? Is he fucking kidding me? Every conversation I have, it feels like I stepped off a cliff and am dangling in mid-air, just waiting to see what I fall into next. Fuck, maybe I need to start drinking the damn water.
The wordhappinessdoesn’t even begin to cover the relief I feel when class ends.
Hesitating just outside the door, I glance left and right before recognizing the way to biology. I leave the art building, cross the courtyard, and head into the math and science building. Finding the room for biology proves to be more challenging than the classwork itself. Yesterday, I found the room without a hitch. When I turn down a familiar hall, another row of doors confronts me. Guessing, I open the heavy door with the signBiology. It only takes a few seconds to realize I haven’t mastered the art of navigating Monarch University, especially when I hear moans from within the dark room.
Curiosity wins over my logic, which screams at me to get the hell out of there. Instead, I let the door close behind me and blink several times, willing my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. Why the hell didn’t I listen to my freaking gut? The sliverof light from the window creates a line of light down Brielle’s bare ass. She’s bent over the desk while Edge stands behind her. His hand rests on her lower back as he pounds his toned body into hers.
I should turn around and leave, but my stunned sense of all sanity has my feet anchored to the floor. Why the fuck am I not disgusted—or even moving in the opposite direction? But I’m too late when Edge's eyes lock on mine. I let those precious few seconds slip by as streaks of heat race down my spine, straight to the center of my core.
The corner of Edge’s mouth lifts in a sinful, knowing smirk. By the look on his beautiful face, he likes that he’s been caught—caught by me.
“I think she wants to watch,” he whispers into the near darkness. I know his words are meant for me alone. Slowing his pace, he moves his hips forward and back in a hypnotic wave of desire, his eyes never leaving mine.
My body is electrified with the building sensations of where he’s taking them as he continues to slide into her wetness, intentionally deepening his penetrating thrusts until she calls out in need of more.As much as I hate the girl beneath him, her cries of pleasure only add to the moment’s eroticism and the wetness pooling between my legs.
Thoughts of getting out of there clash in the ultimate battle with fiery feelings of wanting to stay until he comes. I want to know the sounds he makes and the way his face shifts from cockiness to euphoria when he has his release.
As I stare into his burning gaze and his heated eyes bore into mine, the throbbing between my legs escalates to an insatiable storm. His merciless grin darkens as if he knows exactly how my body is reacting to him fucking her.
Brielle suddenly looks up and spews a string of curses, snapping me out of my trance. “Are you going to keep watching? Get the fuck out!”
Locating a shard of what’s left of my self-respect, I blurt out, “Sorry, I guess this isn’t biology?”
Freeing me from his uncompromising hold, Edge says, “More like sex-ed.” His deep, throaty chuckle unites with a harsh grunt as he drives back into her.
“Get the fuck out!” Brielle yells again.
I give Edge one last look. I’m unsure what it’s saying or even if I’m trying to convey anything as I back out of the door. His scalding slate eyes follow me the entire way until the door slams shut.
I lean against the wall outside the classroom and take several deep breaths. What in the actual fuck just happened? The magnetism in that room between him and me was off the charts. It was like Brielle wasn’t even in the room, and she was the one he was fucking. Never have I been so enraptured by someone that I lost all control.
Could my morning start any worse?
I tap my palm against my forehead. The water—it’s got to be the fucking water.
Finally finding enough clarity, I ask a random person I pass in the hall where my class is, which I should have done the first time to save that scene from being branded into my skull.
Eden is already there when I plop down next to her.
She says hi without looking at me. Then she sets down her pencil. “What’s wrong with you?”
Am I that easy to read? Running my hand over my face, hopefully wiping it clean of any residue of the visual I was just assaulted with, I say, “Nothing. I got a little lost, is all.”I walked in on Edge and Brielle fucking, no biggie.“But I’m here now.” The tone in my voice is hard to gauge. Even to my ears, I don’tknow if I sound sarcastic, too happy, or distant, while still lost in how he stared at me.
For the next hour, my head couldn’t be further away from the topic of thermodynamics. Eden feverishly takes notes. The only thing I’m looking forward to is alone time in the library, to clear my head of the images that fill every crevice of my skull.
The library is practically empty when I arrive. I set my backpack down on the same table as yesterday and set up the few things I need to work on for biology.