I see that we have a bowl of orange coloured soup to start, and I moan aloud as I take a spoonful. It's carrot and coriander, which happens to be one of my favourites. I look up to see Loki grinning at me once again.
“You like your food, don't you, Pretty Girl?” he teases. “I like that you're not afraid to show it, like many of the girls that go here are.”
He takes his own spoonful to those lush lips of his.Damn, I've never been jealous of a spoon before!
“So, tell me more about yourself? I still don’t know everything,” he asks me, smiling that beautiful smile of his which makes my heart race.
“Well...I was born in North London, a place called Islington, and lived with my mum. I loved the city. It's so vibrant and full of life and bursting at the seams. And there are so many different people and cultures.” I smile fondly at the memories, seeing all my favourite places in my mind. “I guess you've maybe been there?” I ask him, remembering that everyone in this school is as rich as Midas, so obviously well travelled.
“Once or twice. But I want to hear more of what you loved about it,” he invites, a soft expression on his face as he gives me his rapt attention.
So, I tell him. I talk about all of the wonderful museums, the parks, and the green spaces. About growing up in the city, how we used to smoke weed outside the old town hall and go to a dingy club called The Dome in Tufnell Park when we were fourteen. I describe the time I stole my mum's whiskey and got rat arsed—I had to explain that this means I was very drunk. I share the story of when I went to the theatre in the West End with Mum and a friend to see Grease, and the street performers at Covent Garden market we used to see.
“Sounds like a great way to grow up,” he remarks, a distant empty stare in his eyes.
“But you must have had an amazing childhood?” I ask, ducking my head to meet his gaze, ready to discover more about him. “I mean, I'd never even gotten on a plane before coming here.” I look at him, and he seems to have clammed up, his arms crossed and a flush creeping across his cheeks.
“Yeah. I mean it was great,” he starts, hesitantly, meeting my gaze. “We had some amazing nannies and some hideous ones! This one woman, Edna, used to feed us cod liver oil every day,” he reminisces, mouth pinched and nose crinkled, which I can completely sympathise with. That stuff is fucking disgusting!
“Mostly, it was me and the girls, my kid sisters. My parents were always off on business of one sort or another, so we only saw them at Christmas really,” he trails off, looking away, but not before I catch a longing in his beautiful eyes that is so strong it takes my breath away.
He stays quiet, then Gerald brings our dessert; a divine smelling chocolate melt in the middle cake with custard and ice cream, successfully interrupting the somber moment.
“Custard and ice cream?” I tease, gently nudging him with my elbow. “Only someone with a body like yours would come up with that combination.”
Relief fills me as the sad, lost look leaves his face, and is replaced with his signature grin.
“You like my body, Pretty Girl?” he drawls in a tone that makes my breath quicken, and I find myself gripping my spoon hard.
Heat banks in his gaze as he takes a deliberately provocative spoonful of his dessert, slowly licking it off with that clever tongue of his. I'd be lying if I said I didn't clench my thighs a little, remembering his tongue in other more intimate places.
He looks over at me, smirking, and then gets another spoonful, only to offer it to me this time.Tit for tat, Angel!I copy him and oh so slowly, take the mouthful, licking the spoon until it's clean. I even raise the bar by moaning a little, all whilst holding his gaze.Checkmate, motherfucker!
“I think we're done here,” he rasps, letting the spoon clatter to the plate.
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me up beside him, and then drags me away.
Chapter Nine
LILLY
“You owe me dessert, fucker!” I admonish, laughing once we reach our dorm, and only then noticing that his trousers are tented, straining with his impressive length pushing against them.
Jesus, I'd forgotten how well endowed he looks.
My pussy clenches and my mouth starts to water as I pray that I’m finally going to see the size of him sans clothes. Hopefully, tonight I’ll get to feel it too.
He slams me up against the door, my heart racing in the best way when he pins my arms above me, swallowing my gasp as he kisses me senseless. His kiss is full of its usual fire, but also a heart wrenching longing, and somehow, it feels...hopeful. Like I might be exactly what he’s been waiting for, for so long. Everything fades from round us as he leans into me more, tongue stroking mine, playing with me, and nipping my bottom lip.
“Fuck, Lilly,” he groans sexily, his pelvis grinding into me and letting me feel just how hard his cock is. “You're so fucking perfect,” he whispers, nibbling my neck in that sweet spot between my neck and shoulder, making me moan and squirm, desperate for more.
Suddenly, the door swings inwards, and it's only Loki's fast reactions and strong grip that keep me from toppling backwards. I turn my head to see Jax standing there, his mouth parted and his rippling muscles rigid as he gazes at us.
“I'm going to the gym,” he rumbles out in his dark as night’s sky voice.
My spine tingles at the sound, then I experience a flash of guilt given that I’m in his friend’s arms with his rigid dick pressed up against me.
“We're going to bed,” Loki taunts, a devilish grin on his face which is comical as my lipstick is smeared all over his mouth.