King.
Aiden crushes the distance between us as his lips hover an inch away from the shell of my ear. He whispers in a low seductive drawl, “You’re blushing, sweetheart.”
“No, I’m not.”
He laughs, and just like yesterday, I stare incredulously at how gorgeous he is. The low chilling range of his laughter hits my heartstrings.
It aches.
It burns.
Damn.
I’m all covered in goosebumps — and something else between my legs.
He drops his hand from my face to grip me by the waist. It’s like he can’t keep his hands off me.
I can’t stop touching you, so don’t ask me to.
His words from yesterday hit my heartstrings harder.
“What have you been dreaming about?” I ask in an attempt to dissipate the tension.
“I dreamt about…” His free hand swipes over my bottom lip. I don’t know why he does that. It’s like he’s wiping something off it. “These lips wrapped around my cock.”
My face heats as I search my surroundings with frantic eyes in case someone else has heard. “Aiden!”
“What?” He feigns innocence. “You asked what I’ve been dreaming about.”
“You didn’t have to go into details.”
“You think those were details?” His lips quirk into a smirk. “Here are the actual details: You kneeled in front of me and opened your mouth like the other night. You were looking up at me with these blue eyes and begged me to fuck your mouth. Being a gentleman, I did just that. I thrust in and out of your little mouth as you begged for more.” He lowers his head to whisper in my ear. “This time, you swallowed like a good girl.”
My thighs clench together and tingles erupt all over my skin.
God.
His dirty talk will never grow old. It’ll never stop getting to me, and making me wish the images he paints are true.
“You liked it by the way.” He pulls back with a smirk as if knowing that he got me.
I scowl. “You’re a dickhead.”
“I’ll let you give my dick head, sweetheart.” He winks.
Ugh. I can never win with him.
“Are you done making babies over there?” Ronan calls. “Because the math teacher is coming.”
I blush and push away from Aiden to sit next to Kim. Aiden strides to his seat, too, flipping Ronan off on the way.
“Yo, King. I’m hurt.” Ronan launches into his usual dramatic monologue about abandonment issues.
I’m really starting to wonder if they’re a joke or real.
While Ronan goes on and on, Aiden doesn’t even acknowledge him. He glares down his nose at Cole. Elites’ captain spares him a glance over his psychology book and smiles.
There’s been this weird tension between the two of them lately. From the outside looking in, Xander might appear like Aiden’s best friend, but since I got into their circle, it seems that Aiden is closest to Cole.
I heard that Aiden’s best assists came from Cole during their football games. They’re also silent and mysterious in their own ways.
Besides, aside from Levi, Cole is the only one I’ve witnessed Aiden play chess against.
That can only mean that Aiden recognises Cole as a worthy opponent, and Aiden doesn’t recognise a lot of people as worthy opponents.
Their friendship made sense. They’re both highly intelligent and move in unpredictable ways.
It doesn’t sit right to witness the tension between them.
“Morning,” Knox taps at my desk.
I smile up at him. “Morning.”
Mr Huntington, the math teacher, comes inside next.
I feel a glare directed at me. Aiden tilts his head to the side, his left eye twitching.
“What?” I mouth.
He focuses ahead.
“Miss Queens.”
“Yes,” Silver answers with a small voice.
It should make me feel victorious, but it doesn’t.
If anything, it brings a taste of nausea to my mouth.
“Remove the scarf, please,” Mr Huntington continues. “No extra wear is allowed in class.”
“I would rather not, Mr Huntington.”
“Remove the scarf or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
I glance behind me at the same time as she reluctantly pulls down her scarf.
Gasps erupt in the class.
Faint bruises on the side of her mouth and cheek glare back at me. And they’re only faint because she must’ve done her best to hide them with makeup.
I feel sick to my stomach at the thought of their actual appearance.
“Are you okay, Miss Queens?” The teacher asks. “We can call the principal and —”
“I tripped and fell. I’m fine,” she says, shutting everyone out.
Kim nudges me with a huge grin. “You did that.”
I scold her with my eyes, chest squeezing.
I didn’t want to do that.
I only wanted her away from Aiden. That’s all.
And then I wanted to kill her.
Fuck me.
The teacher talks about