I can’t help feeling that I’m missing something here. Something tantalizing, just out of reach . . .
I don’t want to be suspicious of Miss Robin. She’s always been kind to me. In fact, she saved me from Rocco just last year. I don’t think it was any coincidence that she snatched my bookbag out of Dax Volker’s hands right when Rocco was about to discover me hiding in the shelves.
Quickly, I carry my damp shirt and the used towels out to Miss Robin.
“Better?” She smiles.
“Yeah, thank you,” I say, standing there shyly in my bra.
Miss Robin doesn’t make me feel weird about it. Instead, she passes me a soft, warm cardigan that smells as freshly laundered as the towels.
“Keep it as long as you need,” she says, smiling. “As you can tell, I have quite a few of them.”
“Really, thank you so much,” I say. “You always look out for me.”
“Well, I liked Zoe. And I’m glad to see you following in her footsteps.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Zoe wasn’t afraid to go after what she wanted,” Miss Robin says. “I see that in you, too.”
I have the distinctly uncomfortable sensation that for all I guess about Miss Robin, she sees far more about me.
“Right . . .” I say hesitantly.
“How is Zoe, by the way?”
“Very happy. She moved to Los Angeles with Miles.”
“Good.” Miss Robin smiles. “I’m glad Rocco is no longer an impediment.”
Now I feel a distinct chill. Miss Robin looks as sweet as ever, but there can be no doubt that she feels not the slightest particle of sympathy for the untimely demise of Rocco Prince.
“Well,” she says, “I’d better get back to work. I’ll walk you down, Cat.”
I follow Miss Robin back down the ladder, uncertain how much I’ve enjoyed the added intimacy between us.
When I meet Dean that evening in the Bell Tower, he confronts me at once.
“What the fuck is this I hear from Corbin Castro that Lola Fischer dumped a bottle of milk on your head?”
“Yeah, she sucks.” I shrug, not really wanting to discuss it.
“Does she have a problem with you?” Dean demands.
I hadn’t told him that Lola was harassing me. Since Dean and I don’t share any classes, he hadn’t witnessed her aggression firsthand.
“She a little bit hates my guts,” I admit.
“Why?” Dean says.
I sigh. “No good reason.”
Dean’s eyes glint with that electric gleam I know so well. He says, in his deadliest voice, “I’ll deal with her.”
“No!” I beg. “Seriously Dean, please don’t. She’s just an asshole. I don’t want it to turn into a whole thing.”
Dean looks at me, stern and unsmiling. He grabs the ring of my collar and pulls me close, so I’m pressed against his furnace-like chest, having to tilt my chin all the way up to look into his face.
“She should know that you belong to me, little kitten,” he says softly. “That means she has no right to fuck with you. Because when she fucks with you, she fucks with me.”
Dean kisses me.
He’s still gripping the collar. The compression on my throat makes my head spin.
He releases me.
“Strip,” he says, as he selects the next song he wants to play.
Smells Like Sex — Sizzy Rocket
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I remove my clothes with trembling fingers. The closer it gets to Christmas, the colder the Bell Tower becomes, the chill let in through the gaps in the walls. But I know the minute I’m touching Dean, his blazing heat will warm me to the bone.
I’m shivering with anticipation more than with cold.
I can hardly stand the hours leading up to when I see Dean each night.
Our encounters in the Bell Tower have become more real than actual life. Everything else feels like a floating dream, compared to the intense sensation I experience here. I’m asleep in real life. I’m only truly awake with him.
“Kneel,” Dean orders once I’m naked.
I sink to my knees on the rough wooden boards, looking up at him.
Dean has likewise stripped off his clothes. He towers over me like a god. I want to be on my knees before him. I want to worship him.
His cock is already heavy and swollen, anticipating the touch of my lips.
“Suck my cock like you did last time,” he orders. “Softly.”
I know what he wants—he wants to see if we can replicate what we did last time.
I’m equally curious.
I run my fingers lightly down his shaft and flick my tongue gently around the head of his cock. As it begins to reach its