“Oh, come on, baby girl.” Carter touches Gemma’s face and she snarls. I ball my hands into fists. “Saint can’t have you every day. You can take a night off from his dick so the rest of the team can sample you. I’m first in line.”
“Fuck you,” Gemma growls, slapping him.
The corner of my mouth lifts at the loud echo of her palm meeting his cheek. It silences the raucous laughter and chatter in the hall.
That’s my girl.
Carter might be one of my closest friends, but I will end him if he touches Gemma again.
“Fucking uptight bitch.” Carter holds his face. “Fine, Saint can have your wild ass. Bet he needs the cuffs to tie you down so you don’t bite.”
“Damn right.” Gemma takes an aggressive step toward Carter and he backs up from her threat. “I’d bite your goddamn dick off, Burns.”
A chorus of low oooh’s travels through the hallway.
“Whatever.”
Carter flaps his hand dismissively and leaves.
Davis touches Gemma’s shoulder and speaks too low for me to hear. Gemma’s eyes land on me and the fire searing my veins rises.
Time slows and the other students milling around the hallway fade away.
We’re locked in a stare, the tension of an elastic band threatening to snap. Her chest moves with each heavy breath. My hands flex, the muscles in my arms shifting.
With a violent tug on my resolve, I spring away from my post and turn my back on her. She curses in my wake as I leave for my next class.
* * *
“What the—holy shit!” Gemma yelps when I catch her later in the student lot against the side of her CR-V.
Her hand instinctively darts out to defend. I grab her wrist before she can hit me and step closer until our bodies are flush. I rub the soft skin of her wrist with my thumb as I lift an eyebrow.
“Ready to play nice?”
Gemma blinks in disbelief. She tests my hold on her and sighs when escape proves to be fruitless.
“Not in your wildest dreams, you entitled bastard.”
My mouth curves and a rough laugh leaves me. I squeeze her wrist, raising it above her head until she has to lift onto her tiptoes to avoid the strain. She winces as I place a lingering kiss on her cheek.
“Be a good girl, or I’ll have to keep punishing you.”
“You’re sick, Lucas.” Gemma turns her face away and pushes out a ragged breath. “Damn it. I’m seriously going to file a restraining order or a harassment report if you pull that shit with my locker again. Asshole.”
“Which part did you not like? The lingerie? The cuffs?”
Color fills Gemma’s cheeks and her eyes flicker to the side.
“Ah.” I drag my nose against her cheek. “Then I’m sorry for making you face that desire in school. If I’d known the idea of me restraining you got you so hot, I would’ve kept that a secret for myself. Mmm.” My teeth graze over her soft skin, grinning when she shivers and makes a small sound. I grip her wrist harder. “I like the idea, too. Did it make you wet?”
My other hand skates down her side and teases the hem of her skirt. She doesn’t have tights on today. Gemma squirms.
“Lucas…”
“What about right now, hmm? If I filled you with my fingers, would your tight little pussy soak them?”
Gemma licks her lips and makes another quiet whimper. She glances over my shoulder, where other students stroll to their cars and shout to each other. We’re hidden away between the cars, her CR-V parked in a back corner.