tonight, right?"
"Nah, it's overrated if you ask me."
With a laugh, I press the accelerator a little harder, desperate to continue with our night.
Chapter Thirty-One
Kennedy
“Seriously, we’re both happy for you, but can you cut it out?” Cole eyes me through the rearview mirror. Conner doesn’t pull away though, kissing and sucking the slope of my neck as one of his hands hovers dangerously close to my panties.
“Let them be,” Hadley says with a hint of amusement. “I think it’s cute.”
“Cute?” Cole balks. “They’re practically fucking on my back seat.”
“Trust me, bro,” Conner lifts his head, “you’d know if I was inside her.”
“Conner.” I swat his chest, but my indignation melts away as he attacks my mouth with big, wet, open-mouthed kisses.
“Fuck’s sake,” Cole grumbles, “I think I liked him better when he couldn’t get it up.”
“Heard that,” Conner murmurs against my lips.
I’m too happy to care. Last night, after we’d cleaned up, he drove us back to his house where we spent an inordinate amount of time in the shower before we’d slept tangled together.
Hadley lent me one of her spare uniforms to wear so we didn’t have to stop by my dorm this morning.
Conner and I may have struggled to get out of bed.
He was like a different person. I saw glimpses of my old Conner, my best friend, my sun, but it was more than that. This Conner was possessive and hardly able to keep his hands off me—and I loved it.
“Okay, kids, we’re here.” Cole brakes hard, sending Conner flying into the back of Hadley’s seat.
“Seriously?”
“Figured you needed to cool off. You don’t want to give Mrs. Hoddle a heart attack with that raging boner you’ve been sporting since breakfast.”
I snicker, catching Conner’s attention.
“I don’t know what you’re laughing at.” His eyes darken with desire. “It’s all your fault.” He closes the distance between us, brushing his lips over mine. A shiver runs through me. “Later.” He breathes the word. “Later I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Shit, K.” He steals another kiss.
“Maybe we should cut class and find somewhere—”
“Let’s go, lovers.” Cole bangs the steering wheel before climbing out of the car. Hadley follows him.
“I guess we should go.” I pout.
“Six hours.” He brushes his nose over mine. “We can do that, right?”
“Consider it foreplay.” Batting my eyelashes, I smirk.
“I love you, K.” His expression sobers. “And I’m sorry it took me so long to pull my head out of my ass.”
“We’re here now, that’s all that matters.” The three little words he wants to hear teeter on the tip of my tongue. But before I can get them out, Cole bangs the window.
“Fucker,” Conner grumbles.
“Come on, we should probably go.” I twist to exit the car, but he curves his hand around my neck and crashes his lips to mine.
He’s claiming me. Reminding me who I belong to.
Conner is promising me his heart.
And I want it.
I want it all.
Conner: I can’t stop thinking about being inside you.
My cheeks flush, my core throbbing as I sit in class, discreetly reading his message.
Me: You’re not making this any easier.
Conner: Sneak to the bathroom and I’ll meet you there.
Me: I can’t just sneak out...
Although the idea is tempting. It isn’t like class really matters now. Most kids have applied to college and have enough credits to graduate.
Conner: I want you riding my cock, babe. I need it... come on. You know you want to.
Me: I fear I’ve created a monster.
My smile is so wide it hurts. But everything is perfect.
Conner: Are you really going to make me sit here in math, trying not to jerk myself off because you won’t break a rule or two? My girl never used to care about the rules... come on, walk on the wild side with me, K...
It’s true, I didn’t. But that was when we were kids, attending Sterling Heights. It isn’t like this place. Besides, I don’t want to get into trouble and cause Mr. Jagger any more problems.
I bite the inside of my cheek, fighting with myself. It’s so tempting...
Me: You want me? Come get me...
“Something funny?” Mr. Hadish calls from his desk.
“No, sir.”
“Cell phone away, please. Before I confiscate it.”
“Yes, sir.” I slip it in my blazer pocket and pretend to be taking notes like the rest of the class.
I don’t expect to see Conner appear around the door five minutes later.
“Mr. Jagger.” Hadish sits back in his chair. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”
“I need Kennedy Lowe to come