“There is no other option.”
I stand up. “Well, I guess you’re going to have to go ahead and call my so-called father. Anything else? I’d like to finish eating before the period is over.”
His eyes narrow. “That will be all, Miss Callahan.”
I give him a flippant wave as I exit the office. Kingston is waiting for me as I step into the hall, fully working the broody boy angle.
“What was that about?”
“He wanted to give me shit about my attendance. Threatened to call Charles. I told him to have at it.”
He scowls. “Because you missed a couple of classes this morning?”
I roll my eyes. “No, apparently, the headmaster has an issue with me missing weeks of classes. You know, when I was in recovery.”
“Fucker,” he mutters.
“Agreed.”
Kingston extends his hand. “You wanna finish eating?”
“What’s the alternative?”
He pulls me into him and whispers against the shell of my ear, “You can let me eat you . I may have made a copy of Bentley’s master key. I’m sure there’s plenty of empty classrooms right now, and it’ll definitely help get your mind off your conversation with Headmaster Douche.”
“Option two. Let’s go with that.”
I’m laughing as he drags me down the hall into the first darkened room we find. It happens to be a science classroom, so instead of individual desks, rectangular tables are spread throughout the room.
“Perfect.” Kingston’s white teeth flash in the shadows as he pats the hard surface. “Hop up.”
I use a stool to boost myself up until my ass is parked on the table. “Now, what?”
Kingston flattens his hand in the middle of my chest and presses down. “Now, lie back and relax.”
He plants himself on the same stool I used and yanks my legs until they’re propped over his shoulder.
“We don’t want to be late for Lit, so this is going to be fast.”
I barely have time to process Kingston’s statement before he’s pulling my panties aside and swiping his tongue right down my center. My back bows as he eats me out, hard and fast until I’m pressing my lips together, trying to stifle my screams. When he’s done, he uses the little sink off to the side to clean up, helps me off the table, and leads me to the door, just as the bell is ringing.
“Perfect timing. I’m pretty sure that’s the fastest I’ve ever made you come.” He plants a kiss on the tip of my nose and pulls back with a smile. “Although, if you ever want to set a new record, you just let me know.”
I press my lips against his. “I love you.”
Kingston smiles. “Say it again.”
“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.”
Kingston fists my hair as he ravages my mouth until we’re both panting, wanting more. “Damn it, we need to get out there. You go first. My goddamn dick won’t go down with you in the room.”
I laugh. “See you in there.”
Thankfully, our next class is only two doors down, so I make it with plenty of time. However, Kingston is a good ten minutes late, and based on the lazy smile he’s sporting as he walks through the door, I’m guessing he had to take matters into his own hands to make his boner go away. I squirm, rubbing my thighs together as our eyes meet, and I see his lust-fueled gaze. God, what is it about Kingston Davenport that turns me into a puddle of thirsty girl goo? It’s like all common sense flies out the window when he gives me that look. I have to pointedly ignore him through the rest of the class so I can actually focus on what our teacher is saying.
Chapter 14
KINGSTON
“Rafe is thrilled with the audio you got.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” John confirms. “Have you talked to your dad since?”
“No, he never came home that night, as far as I know, and he skipped town the next day. When I called his office, his secretary told me he’d be out the entire week.”
“Did she say where he went this time?”
“Miami, supposedly revisiting some high-dollar clients, but who knows if that’s true.”
“If he gives you anything else, or invites you somewhere, call me right away. In the meantime, I’ll keep an eye on the Callahans.”
“Will do. Thanks, John.”
“Your PI?” Jazz slides into the seat of my car and buckles up.
“Yeah. How’d the interview go?”
“Really well.” She smiles. “He offered me the job on the spot. He was even cool when I told him about Sundays with Belle and didn’t have a problem with me having those days off, provided I don’t mind working after school. He wants me to start this Saturday.”
“That’s great.” I shift into gear and pull out of the coffeehouse’s parking lot.
“Why does your tone sound like it’s anything but great?”
I quickly glance her way. “Because I still don’t like the idea.”
“Kingston, don’t be like that.”
“I can’t help it. Maybe I’m a selfish ass, but your working means I have less time with you, and it also means I can’t keep an eye on you. I’m pretty sure your boss would have an issue with me hanging out there every time you have a shift.”
“You absolutely cannot do that.” Jesus, I can feel her glare burning into the side of my face.
“Relax, all right? I’m not an idiot.”
“It’ll be fine. I know things are crazy right now, but what’s the worst that can happen in a public place? It’s not like they’re going to leave me to run the shop by myself.”
I shake my head. “I still don’t like it.”
“Well, too bad.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re going to do whatever you want anyway, so I might as well accept it.”
“I’m glad you’re finally catching up.”
I give her a dirty look out of the corner of my eye. “No need to be a smartass, Jazz. You won this round.” I reach out to grab the tip of her tongue when she sticks it out at me. “Rest that tongue for later.”
I don’t need to look at her to know her eyes are rolling. “You wish.”
I shrug. “Not going to deny that.”
“Hey, you feel like swinging by Ainsley’s studio since it’s right up the road?”
“We can do that.”
I pull into the shopping plaza where my sister’s dance studio is located and find a parking spot. When Jazz and I make our way inside, it’s apparent classes are in session. The lobby is filled with parents peering through the large observation windows, oohing and aahing over little kids dressed in pink leotards and tutus.
“Her first class doesn’t start until five, so she’s probably back in the private studio warming up.” Jazz points down a hallway.
“I didn’t realize you had her schedule memorized.”
“It’s not hard when you pay attention.”
Hell, even I have no clue which class Ains takes when. I just know she spends half of her life in this studio. Sure enough, when we get to the back end of the building, there’s a single door with a small window, and my sister is inside dancing her heart out in front of a wall of mirrors. Unsurprisingly, Reed is inside, sitting against the back wall, watching her. When Ainsley sees us peeking through the window, she motions for us to come inside as well.
“Damn, the soundproofing is legit,” I observe as we open the door, and music I hadn’t heard before now pours through the overhead speakers.
Reed and I fist bump as Jazz and I slide down the wall next to him.
Ainsley pauses the music, wiping droplets of sweat away from her forehead with a small towel. “Hey, guys. What are you doing here?”
“I just finished my interview down the street and wanted to pop in on the way home.”
“How’d it go?” my sister asks.
Jazz smiles. “I start this Saturday.”
Reed gives me a look, and I mouth, later .
“Nice!” Ainsley opens her arms. “An air hug will have to suffice unless you want to get all sweaty and gross.”
Jazz wrinkles her cute little nose. “The air hug’s fine.”
Ainsley’s eyes find mine. “You haven’t stepped foot in this place for years. Who knew it’d take another girl to get you to start taking an interest in my life?”