I laugh as I read over her text and get a nasty scowl in return and just as I go to start hashing out my response, the bell rings and the class turns into chaos; Mr. Raymond and his behavioral lecture forgotten.
I grab my things and fly out of my chair before meeting Nessa in the middle. “You’re fucked,” I tell her quickly, knowing that Damian will be bounding over here within seconds to boast about his disgusting achievements.
“I know,” she grumbles with a low groan, shoving her phone back into her pocket. “What the hell am I supposed to do? He’s going to ruin me whether I agree to this or not.”
“Then you might as well stop over-thinking it and enjoy it while you can. If he’s going to fuck things up, then make the most of it before the inevitable. Though, watch out. You know he’s kinda kinky, right? He’ll probably ask you for a sex-tape.”
“Talking about me again?” The very topic of our conversation questions, stepping between us and throwing an arm over both of our shoulders.
Nessa turns her face away and I don’t doubt she’s silently cursing me for talking too damn loud. “Ugh, get off me,” I say, scrunching my face in disgust as I slip out from under his arm, nowhere near forgiving him for the past hour. “You’re so gross.”
Damian’s hand drops to his side and I don’t miss the way that Nessa stays happily curled under his arm, despite how fucking gross he is. It must be true love to see past that shit. “You’re just jealous,” Damian tells me. “You wish you could let one rip like that.”
“Trust me,” I laugh, walking out of the classroom. “Jealous is the last word I’d use to describe how I feel right now.”
A wicked grin stretches across his face and I roll my eyes. There’s no way I’ll ever get through to this guy, this is just a part of who he is and it’ll just be easier to accept it than to try and pretend it doesn’t exist.
We walk to my lockers and I stop to throw everything in while Damian continues with Nessa down to hers. I’m just about done when Slade drops his shoulder into the locker beside mine. “That was fucking torture,” he groans, reaching out and brushing his fingers down the back of my arm but as I look over at him, I realize that he has no idea he’s even doing it.
“What was torture?”
“Listening to Rachel delivering a 26-minute speech on her hero…”
“You’re kidding? Isn’t that shit supposed to be 5 minutes max?”
“Uh-huh,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes and pulling me into him. “And for the record, her hero…it’s her. She did a fucking long-ass speech on herself.”
I laugh as I fall into his chest. “You can’t honestly tell me you’re surprised?”
“I’m not, I just wish I didn’t have to sit through it.”
I raise my head and brush my lips over his as my knee slips between his legs and I gently press up into his manhood. “I can help you forget,” I promise him.
His brow raises as an excited smirk cuts across his lips. “You know, I might-”
“Stop fornicating in the hallway,” Damian demands, dropping into Slade’s side with Nessa. “I’m fucking hungry. Let’s go.”
Slade meets my eyes and I watch as his face slowly falls, realizing there’s no way Damian is about to let us slip away. His eyes drop and rake over my body. “Go and eat Nessa. I’m busy.”
Heat burns within me as my stomach twists with need. I fucking love it when he looks at me like I’m a piece of meat he can’t keep his hands off. Most women hate being objectified like this, and don’t get me wrong if it was any other man, I’d have my fist curled around their balls, squeezing until the fuckers burst, but when it’s Slade Cruz looking at you as though you’re the only woman in the world who could ever satisfy him…fuck, it’s something I’ll never get used to. It has me desperate to drop to my knees and show him exactly what I can do.
Damian’s hand smacks down on Nessa’s ass making her eyes bug out of her head, leaving her just as hungry as the rest of us. “As much as I’d love to eat this tight little pussy again, I’m afraid she’ll claw my face off just for suggesting it.”
I meet Nessa’s eyes. He couldn’t be more wrong but she’s not about to tell him that.
Slade drops his forehead to mine and with a heavy sigh, he takes my hand. “Come on,” he groans. “We might as well go and feed this kid otherwise he’ll never leave us alone.”
I nod. I’ve never heard such truer words.
We all make our way to the cafeteria and get halfway through our lunch when Slade glances up at Nessa with a devilish grin that has me eyeing him suspiciously. “So, when are you going to give in and date my boy?”