table instead.
“This is the part where you insist I fuck off, isn’t it?” I asked her, giving her my best puppy dog look but she wasn’t biting.
“I’ll never get my work done with you here,” she said. “Just give me a few hours, I won’t be going anywhere until you come back to escort me. This place is full of other students plus Miss Gaskin. I’m perfectly safe here and my work won’t do itself.”
I gave in with a dramatic groan and she rolled her eyes at me teasingly.
“So long as you tell me we can pick up where we left off once you’re done?” I asked, linking my fingers in a prayer gesture and earning myself a dirty little smirk.
“If I get everything done then maybe.”
“I’ll take that maybe as a promise, Cinders,” I said, leaning in to kiss her once more and seal that promise before backing away from her through the crowded room.
“See you later, golden boy,” she teased and my smile widened.
“You can bet your ass you will,” I agreed. “All of me.” Her blush made me bark a laugh as a lot of the students around the study space made zero effort to hide their interest in our interaction.
I even heard some little fucker whispering to their companion, pointing out that she was married to Kyan like the idea of us sharing her blew their precious little minds. But fuck them, they knew nothing about the Night Keepers and how we worked. The conventional rules of society had never been made to apply to us and if our girl could satisfy me and Kyan then who was I to question that?
In fact, if they really wanted their minds blown then they really should hear about the way Saint had caught her sucking Monroe’s cock. I’d been a bit pissed about it at first, but once I’d gotten over the shock – and Kyan had spent several hours goading both me and Saint about how he’d figured it out months ago while making a shit ton of dirty student/teacher jokes before playing a relevant porn clip on the TV for us to see with a naughty school girl getting caned by a professor in a tweed jacket and no pants – it had actually made a lot of sense. I couldn’t place my finger on it exactly, but I guess I’d been picking up on that tension between the two of them for a while now.
It had annoyed me before Saint had pointed out that I’d literally agreed to it in the new rules. Besides, I was already sharing her with Kyan and Saint clearly had his eyes on her too so I’d decided that I wasn’t going to waste time on jealousy. This was just another competition that I could win. I’d be the best boyfriend who gave her the most orgasms and I’d take my prize in the form of kisses from those sweet vanilla lips of hers. Simple.
I headed away when my cheesy grin was bordering on stalker vibes and strode out into the cool air with a sigh. I now had two hours to kill and nothing to drag me out of the darkness that had been niggling at me today.
Today had been a fairly good day for distractions, we’d spent over an hour chasing Stalker with golf carts earlier while throwing pine cones at him before pouring a bottle of olive oil over his head, coating him in flour and locking him in the maintenance cupboard to think about what he’d done for the night. Classic. But it still wasn’t enough to totally crush my concerns.
Ever since Kyan had gotten the Hades Virus, I'd found myself worrying about Saint and Monroe catching it too, fretting over whether or not they'd be strong enough to survive it and freaking myself out over the prospect of losing anyone else the way I'd lost my mom.
Being alone made those concerns swell and darken until I found myself fretting over them no matter how slim the chance of infection was now.
I didn't much like the sound of me spending the next few hours moping about and sinking into those kinds of worries and as I looked out over the lake, my gaze caught on the lights illuminating the Willow Boathouse and an idea came to me instead.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and shot Chad and Danny a text asking them to come meet me if they were free, then started up a swift