We’re in waters murky enough that even Hannah with her unique abilities of perception can’t tell whether or not I’m bluffing. “Maybe that’s enough for me.”
I don’t know what I expect to see in her eyes, but it’s not pity. “Then I feel sad for you.”
I frown, letting go of her throat and taking a step back.
She holds my gaze.
For the first time, I’m tempted to look away from her, but I just swore I wouldn’t, so I don’t. “Your love for Aubrey is touching. Do what conventional wisdom tells you to and love her enough to walk away. I promise that if you don’t, I’ll make you both regret it.”
She sniffles, swiping at her nose as I turn around to unlock the door and walk out.
Aubrey is waiting for me in the hall.
I smile at her to quell some of the anxiety she’s clearly feeling.
She doesn’t smile back. “What was that about?”
Before I can answer, I hear noise behind us and turn to watch Hannah rush out of the classroom and head down the hall in the opposite direction. Aubrey calls after her, but Hannah keeps going without looking back.
Good girl.
Aubrey, naturally, assumes this is my fault and turns to shoot me a dirty look. “What did you do to her?”
I grab her elbow and turn her away. “Nothing, we just talked.”
She looks up at me, unamused. “She ran away, Dare.”
“Our talk took longer than expected. She’s in a hurry to get back to class.”
Aubrey tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow, wordlessly expressing, “You expect me to believe that?”
I smirk, grabbing her pretty neck and pulling her in. “Honest. I was a teddy bear. We exchanged recipes.”
“Recipes,” she says flatly in disbelief.
I nod, a smile playing around my lips as I lean in to kiss hers. “Mm-hmm. We came to a gentlemen’s agreement. We’ll have a bake-off. Winner gets your heart.”
Despite herself, she smiles. She rolls her eyes, too. “A bake-off? Well, I hate to tell you this, but if you challenged Hannah to a bake-off, I think you’re going to lose.”
I fit my hand over her jaw, lined up right along the bruises I left that Hannah covered up for her. Then I pet her pretty hair that Hannah braided and I cut off. “I don’t lose.”
She doesn’t want to be charmed by my bullshit, but she is. “That’s what you think,” she murmurs against my mouth as I kiss her. “When is this bake-off? You don’t even know how to bake.”
“I guess you’d better teach me.”
Eyes closed, she shakes her head. “You better enjoy your last days with me.”
I smirk, biting at her bottom lip and sliding a hand down to cup her ass.
She lets me pull her into my side and wrap my arm around her waist, but she still turns to look back as I haul her farther from Hannah.
On second thought, I stop.
Aubrey stops looking back and looks up at me instead.
“You know what?” I say.
“What?”
“If my days with you are numbered, I had better make the most of them.”
She falls back into being playful when she realizes I’m still teasing her.
I take her hand and haul her out to my car.
She’s wearing a sexy black top with a red skirt today. I stop her when she grabs at the door handle and take her panties off before we get in.
Aubrey lifts her skirt, spreading her legs just enough to give me a tantalizing glimpse as I drop into the passenger seat. She climbs in on top of me, straddling me and leaning over to pull the door closed.
I waste no time grabbing at the gold zipper of her top. It bares her shoulders and unzips like a dream so her tits spill free. “I love this shirt,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss my way down her chest.
Aubrey smiles, her fingers tangling in my hair. “I should hope so. You bought it for me.”
“I make such good decisions.”
“Like 53 percent of the time,” she says dryly.
I bite her nipple and she gasps, arching and pushing her tit against my mouth. I slide a hand beneath her skirt and she sighs as my finger slips into her.
When I met Aubrey, she would have been too afraid someone would see to take my cock in the front seat of a car, her shirt open and hanging off her body, my lips glued to her tits where anyone could see us.
Now, she cries out when she comes and doesn’t even attempt to muffle the noise.
In the aftermath of her orgasm, she hugs me, her head resting heavily on my shoulder and my cock still inside her. I kiss the side of her sweaty neck, and her arm tightens around mine.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“I know.”
Epilogue
Aubrey
A slow song plays as I dance with my king.
It’s not romantic like one might expect of the prom king and queen’s solo dance, but it’s soft and melodic, and just a bit sad.