“I’m good with how my birthday turned out.”
His arm tightened. “Good.” His lips touched my temple. “Your friends care about you.”
“They do. Pretty sure Bash and Gabe would happily hide a dozen dead bodies for me.”
“Not surprised. You’ve got a way about you.”
I laughed into his chest. “A way that you think I’d have a dozen dead bodies to hide?”
That made him huff a short laugh. “No. I meant you’d inspire that kind of loyalty.”
“Mmm.” I didn’t know how to answer that, but it made my chest feel like there were hot coals piled inside.
After a beat of silence, Theo spoke again, his voice rough and deep. Still lovely, though. “It was incredibly hard not to think about them knowing what you feel like from the inside.”
I tapped on his chest, needing his attention so he really heard me. “Ancient history. Besides, no one really knows except you.”
His breath stopped. He got it. He was the only one who’d taken me raw. What he didn’t get was he had me in a way no one ever had. I couldn’t put a name to it, but I knew it was the truth. And realizing that made me all kinds of uncomfortable.
“Tiger,” he murmured, his lips to my crown.
This was too much for me to handle. His soft voice, my feelings, just no. Not now. Maybe not ever.
“I’m tired as hell, Theodosius. Time for me to turn in.” I extracted myself from his arms and nearly leaped from the bed. “I call the bathroom first.”
Then I was safe behind the door of my bathroom, staring at myself hard in the mirror.
“We do not catch feelings for twinkly-eyed rich boys. Stop being dumb.” I shook my toothbrush at my reflection. “You’re a hard-ass bitch. You give boys a baseball bat to the balls, not your heart. Shut it down, Helen.”
My Mads wouldn’t be happy I was putting myself through this. She’d had a lot to say in the ten months I knew her. Her most pervasive advice was to never shut out experiences and to live life like it was supposed to be lived: to the goddamn fullest.
But she wasn’t here anymore, and my reflection agreed with me. I didn’t like Theo Whitlock. I had no room for that. Sex, yes. Friendship, sure. Beyond that was out of the question for us both.
Chapter Fourteen
Helen
I threw my head back, biting on my bottom lip to stifle my moans. We were in an empty classroom. I didn’t even know who it belonged to—or the desk Theo had spread me out on. Theo had pulled me inside, yanked off my shorts and panties, dropped to his knees, and started devouring me. Not a single word passed between us. His tongue on my clit spoke a thousand words by itself.
If someone heard us or walked in, it would be more than embarrassing. At least for me. The threat of being caught didn’t stop me from opening my legs wider, shoving Theo’s face deeper, and coming on his lips, though.
Then he was on his feet, pushing his shorts down to free his cock, palms on my inner thighs, keeping me in place so he could drive inside me. I locked my ankles around his back, held on to his shoulders, and let him ride me.
He wasn’t kidding around, slamming into me like if he didn’t get as deep inside me as he could, the world would collapse. Since my birthday a week ago, Theo had come unleashed, spending his spare time either making me come or getting us both off. This was the only way I could completely let myself go with him. My walls crashed the second he put his mouth on me. Every. Single. Time. He was that good.
“Look at you, baby.” His head dropped to watch where we were joined. “Taking me so beautifully. I can’t go a minute without thinking of what this looks like and how you feel wrapped around me.”
“I think about it too,” I breathed back.
“You think about me?” He belted my waist with his hands and captured my gaze with his sharp eyes.
“I do think about you. All the time. Too much.”
With a groan, he shoved his face into my neck and pistoned impossibly deeper inside me.
“That’s my beautiful girl, honest and real.” His lips found my pulse, sucking my skin into his mouth. “Perfect, Helen. Can’t get enough of you.”
I believed him, the way he kissed me, sucked me, fucked me. He’d nabbed me while I’d been walking down the hallway after my last class. We weren’t supposed to see each other today. But here I was, coming all over his cock so hard, I saw stars on the backs of my eyelids.
“Theo,” I cried.
He cupped the back of my head and pushed my face into his chest, muffling my moans with his body. I couldn’t help it, I had to make noise, show him what he did to me. It was biological, instinctual, something that couldn’t be stopped.
“That’s it, Tiger, that’s it,” he cooed in a deep, velvety tone that prolonged my climax until I was wrung out and all I could do was hold on.
Theo tipped me back on the desk, allowing him to go deeper. I felt him swell, stretching my walls until he rutted into me in earnest. Fucking hard and fast, holding my legs like reins, he rode me until finally he gritted out my name and coated my insides with wet heat.
He stilled, staying joined with me even as he set me upright and kissed me wet, hard, and with a passion that took me by surprise, even after the way we’d just gone at each other. I answered him back with the same fervor, nipping, biting, licking until we were both breathless.
Theo’s forehead knocked against mine. “I’m sorry. I was running late for sociology, saw you walking toward me down the hall, and something came over me. I had to have you.”
“Your apology is wasted.” I rubbed my heels down the bubble of his butt to his thighs. “I enjoyed every second of that. You need to pull out, though so I can get dressed. I really don’t want to be expelled for being naked with President Whitlock’s beloved son.”
He cupped my cheeks, staying wedged inside me. “I’d never let anything happen to you.”
“Okay,” I whispered. I didn’t believe him, but it was nice that he made that promise.
We got dressed and Theo left the class first, checking if the hall was clear. When he signaled it was, I met him in the hall.
“Where are you going now?” he asked.
“I’m gonna go skate in the courtyard by my dorm, then I need to write a paper.”
“Schoolgirl.” He slid his fingers through his hair. “I’m supposed to be in sociology right now.”
“What? Theodore, get your ass to class!”
He grabbed me, holding me against him. “I’d rather skip it.”
“Hey.” I held his jaw in my hand. “Go to class. Do not take this place for granted.”
His lips touched my nose. “You’re right.” He started to let me go, but he yanked me right back, then he dipped his head to bite my throat. “Too fucking delicious.”
With my neck stinging from his teeth, my mouth thoroughly kissed, and a smile on my face, Theo sent me on my way.
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