I smile. “Not that you’re keeping track or anything.”
“Noooo. Not at all.” He smirks before his expression turns somber. “You know, I honestly didn’t mind school all that much before you came around.”
I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. “Gee. Thanks a lot.”
He reaches over and untangles my limbs. “Not what I meant. It’s just that things were easy for me. I could go through the motions with minimal effort beyond classwork. Nobody got in my way; one day bled into another. It was actually a nice reprieve from all the bullshit I had to face with our dads after school.”
“What changed?”
“Since you’ve arrived... I’m hyper-alert all the damn time. At first, it was because you intrigued me, and I was trying to puzzle out what made you so different. Now, I’m constantly keeping an eye out for anyone who’d try fucking with you. And before you say it, I know you don’t need me to do that, but I can’t help it. That inner caveman of mine you love so much demands it. Plus, it’s pretty obvious you hate this place, and that doesn’t exactly give me the warm and fuzzies.”
I pop a brow. “Does anything give you the warm and fuzzies?”
“I can think of something that keeps me nice and warm .”
“I meant besides my vag,” I say dryly.
His stupidly kissable lips twitch. “A couple of other places come to mind, but I can’t speak from experience on one of them. Yet. ”
I shiver involuntarily as heat spreads between my thighs. “Are you really bringing up anal right now?”
Kingston shrugs unapologetically. “It’s been on my mind.”
I laugh. “Oh, really? What makes you think I’d be interested?”
“Oh, you’d be interested.” His eyes burn a path down my body and back up again. “I can’t stop wondering...”
“Wondering about what? ”
“Whether Taco Truck Shawn took both of your virginities.” Kingston places his hand on my bare thigh, giving it a little squeeze.
I slam my hand over his when he tries creeping under my plaid skirt. “First of all, it’s still just Shawn .”
Now his eyebrows lift. “And secondly?”
“And secondly...” My eyes narrow when he shrugs out of my hold, and his hand starts climbing. My breath stutters when he reaches the lacy trim of my cotton panties. “Secondly...” My legs part involuntarily, giving Kingston better access. I grip the edge of the leather seat when he runs an index finger over the crotch of my panties.
“What’s the matter, Jazz?” the asshole taunts. “You lose your train of thought?”
“Fuck off.”
I gasp and throw my head back as he dips beneath the material, sliding his finger through my wetness. I’m glad he took the Range Rover this morning so we’re high enough off the ground where a passerby couldn’t see what we’re doing unless they come right up to the window because I really don’t want him to stop. Kingston’s tongue traces a line down the nape of my neck as he inserts two long fingers inside of me, all in one go. I’m so embarrassingly wet, there’s no resistance whatsoever.
“Mmm... I’d rather fuck you . But I’ll have to settle for this right now.”
He pulls back, studying my face as he pumps his fingers in and out, carefully cataloging each one of my features. I’m sure my eyes are as wild as his, and I can feel the flush in my cheeks. Kingston’s gaze lowers to my mouth as I nibble on my bottom lip, trying not to make any noise. It takes considerable effort because the boy is just as talented with his hands as he is with other parts.
The pad of his thumb is drawing lazy circles over my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I squirm as he curls his fingers inside of me, triggering the mother of all orgasms. It comes on so suddenly, I inhale sharply from the surprise as I ride the wave. Kingston removes his hand from under my skirt once it ebbs and begins the process of licking his fingers clean. It’s utterly obscene and self-evident why he’s doing it, but I’m too blissed out in my post-orgasmic haze to care.
He flashes a wicked grin. “You never answered my question.”
“Yeah... well...” I gesture to my lap, where my panties are still askew. “You distracted me.”
“Not going to apologize.” Jesus, could he be any smugger?
I look out the window and see the parking lot is entirely devoid of people. When my eyes flicker to the clock on his dash, I curse.
“Fuck. We’re late for first period.”
“Totally worth it.”
“Yep.” I pop the P at the end.
“So? You gonna answer the damn question?”
I give Kingston a lazy smile. “I don’t want to tell you because then you’ll get all, ‘Must be the first—and only, if I have anything to say about it—to conquer’ on me.”
“All the answer I need, babe.” He grabs the back of my neck and presses a hard kiss against my mouth. I can faintly taste my arousal on his lips. “And you can bet that sweet, untouched ass of yours that it won’t be that way for long.”
“So cocky.” My eyes roll to emphasize my point.
Kingston’s full lips quirk. “There’s a reason for that.”
Yes. Yes, there is.
I don’t give him the satisfaction of saying that out loud, though. The last thing Kingston Davenport needs is for someone to feed his enormous ego. Instead, I stick my tongue out— adding a middle finger for good measure— but that only makes the jackass laugh.
My eyes narrow. “You’re lucky I like you.”
“Oh, you do, do you?”
I hold my thumb and pointer finger half an inch apart. “Just a little bit.”
His big body climbs over the center console and lands on the back seat.
I turn in my chair. “What are you doing?”
Kingston reaches over and unbuckles my seat belt. “Don’t act surprised, Jazz. You’re the one who threw out the gauntlet.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” I’m pretty sure my tone couldn’t have possibly been loaded with more sass.
“I’m going to remind you that you like me a helluva lot more than ‘a little bit.’” He extends a hand. “Now, get your ass back here.”
If anyone asked, I’d deny it until I was blue in the face, but I’m reasonably sure no one has ever hopped into a back seat faster.
*
“Has Ainsley said anything about me lately?”
I smile up at Reed. “She says lots of things about you.”
While we’re walking down the busy hall, I can see him giving me the stink eye out of my peripheral. “Like what, specifically? Has she said anything about... ‘cause it seems like maybe you know...”
I prop my foot against a locker that’s adjacent to my last class of the day. I share the same class with Ainsley, so it’s pretty ballsy of him to be asking me this right now. She should be here any second. “Know about what? ”
“About me. About being with me.”
I sigh. “Look, Reed. I’m not going to violate girl code, but let’s just say Ainsley is a happy girl. You make her very happy in all ways . If there’s anything else you want to know, you need to ask her.”
Reed looks unsure. “You genuinely mean that? She’s not weirded out?”
“Why would she be weirded out? Because you happened to think she has a really great ass? Anyone with eyes can see that.”
His green orbs widen. God, I love fucking with him.
“You do know.”
“Haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about, buddy.” I pat him on the cheek condescendingly.
He scrubs a hand over his face. “Christ, I can see why Kingston’s so frustrated all the damn time.”
“Meh.” I shrug. “He may act like he hates it, but you and I both know that’s not true.”
His lips twitch. “Touché.”
“Hi, guys.”
Speaking of the woman of the hour...
Reed’s face brightens when his gaze finds my bestie. “Hey.” He cups her jaw with both hands and plants a kiss right on her mouth.
My eyebrows lift. “So, you’re doing this now, huh?”
“Guess so.” Ainsley’s still giving Reed starry-eyes when she answers me. “What was that for?”
“Missed you,” he murmurs against her lips.