But they can watch.
“Let me go, Crew. Please,” Wren pleads, her voice full of agony. I see it written all over her pretty face as it nearly crumples with pain.
Fear.
“Afraid I’m gonna have to keep tabs on you, Birdy, after what you just saw.”
“I won’t say anything,” is her immediate response.
“Better not. We can’t afford to get in trouble this late in the game. It’s zero tolerance here, baby.” I give her breast a gentle squeeze and a whimper escapes her. “Even with Lancasters. They find out I’m smoking a blunt on campus, I’m out.”
Wren remains quiet, her body convulsing with shivers.
“There’s a lot of power in your hands right now.” I dip my head closer to her ear, my lips practically brushing her flesh. “You could ruin me.”
She shakes her head, her silky hair brushing my face. “I-I won’t ruin you. Or your friends. I didn’t even really see what you were doing.”
“Liar.” I drop my other arm so it bands across her hips, directly across the front of her skirt. It would take nothing for me to slip my fingers beneath it and touch her. “You saw us.”
“You were smoking—something.”
Come the fuck on. She had to know exactly what we were smoking. “You’re going to have to forget what you saw.”
“O-okay.”
“You have to promise, Birdy.” My hand slides down, toying with the hem of her skirt.
Wren whimpers. “Please don’t hurt me.”
Oh Jesus. She thinks I want to hurt her? In the middle of campus at lunch? “I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want.” I let my lips tickle her earlobe, making her shiver. “I’m pretty persuasive when I want to be.”
“You’re disgusting,” she spits out.
“You’re telling me if I reach beneath your panties right now, you won’t be wet for me?” I don’t believe it. She might be scared of me, but she’s also aroused. I swear I can smell it on her. Sharp and fragrant.
Intoxicating.
A low, frustrated moan leaves her. “Stop saying things like that.”
“Why? Because it goes against everything you believe in? Or because you like it too damn much?” I streak my thumb across the front of her tit, wishing she didn’t have on such a heavy bra, so I could tell if that nipple was hard or not.
“Both,” she admits.
So softly, I almost didn’t hear her.
It’s my turn to be surprised. “Really, Birdy?”
She doesn’t respond. Her breathing is still rapid, and tremors wrack her body, but she doesn’t seem as scared as she was only a few minutes ago.
I decide to push my luck.
“I would never hurt you.” I nuzzle her hair, breathing deep the sweetly floral scent of her shampoo. Damn this girl smells good. “Unless you like it that way.”
She whimpers. I’m probably confusing the shit out of her. She truly is such an innocent.
It would be fun, toying with her.
“I don’t like you,” she bites out, sounding nothing like our usual sweet little Wren.