Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Easton

“Don't.” Harper's voice is soft, luscious in all the right places that hit me

yet again in all the places I should not be thinking about when it comes

to her. What the hell is with this girl lately? Furthermore, what the hell's

with me? It's driving me insane how she bothers me.

The way I want to attack her more and more, like I crave her tears just

as much as her smiles.

How sick is that?

She leans back in her seat, then looks over her shoulder at me, and all I

can focus on is that lush mouth and how it would taste, which is

complete bullshit and probably means I need to get my head examined

for a concussion.

I wait for her words, and I fucking hate that I want to know what she'll

say. I want to know if she’s in pain, if she wants to kill me, if I've done

my job in making sure she understands that this is a no fly zone-she’s

not welcome here, not near our little friend group when she’s trying to

find herself in front of all of us, mainly me.

“Don't, what?” I grin.

Her breath comes out in a soft exhale.

“...ry to pay attention,” Mr. Egis says as the lights lower.

The movie turns on and we're blanketed in semi-darkness. For some

reason, even with a kid named Eugene on my right and a Steve on my

left drawing lame hearts in his binder-the moment feels sexual.

I ignore the way she’s semi looking back at me. Her teeth bite down on

her lower lip, like she’s thinking of what to say. Does she realize what

that's doing to me-to any guy who has eyes?

I imagine too many things. Things like tossing her against this flimsy

desk and tugging the hell out of

her hair until she screams with pain and pleasure.

“Don't bother. I can find my own guy, one who doesn't yell at me, talk

down to me, or make me feel stupid when I know I'm the smartest one

in the room.” She smiles sweetly. “You'll just injure a brain cell, and we

know you're running short on those.” Her eyelashes flutter and I'm

nearly lost.

I don't often get talked to that way and it's kind of turning me on more

-more than it should.

She turns back around.

I tap her shoulder

“What?” She snaps in a sexy

whisper

“You don’t need brain cells to give someone an orgasm.”

“You're insane,” s he hisses.

“Want a demonstration of what you're missing?”

What am I even saying right now? I don’t like her! I just like her mouth!

This is getting out of control, this weird need to shove her away and

this angry need to pull her close only so I can hurt her and lick her

tears.

Therapy. I need to look into it.

But I can't stop talking

“I think you need one..." I nod my head, mind made up. “I mean, of

course, with your consent.”

“Touch me and I'm breaking your dick in half.” Her words say one thing,

but I see the way her body arches back a bit, and how she crosses her

legs.

“Feeling wet?” I whisper.

She gasps.

Her ears turn red at the tips.

“Need something to relieve that perfect pressure?” 1 go on. “I bet I

could help. I bet one touch from my fingers would get you off so hard

you'd be coming for weeks.”

“You're full of shit.” She swallows.

So, I raise my damn hand.

“Put your hand down.” Her voice is panicked.

Good. She should be.

“Yes, Easton?” Mr. Egis looks annoyed.

“Sorry, but I just noticed that Harper nearly fainted. She didn't eat much

for lunch and was embarrassed to say something. Can I take her to the

nurse?"

“Sure.” It's so easy with him, he just wants to retire and add vodka to his

coffee. He grabs a pass and walks it over to us. “Straight to the

nurse's office.”

“Of course,” I lie and reach for Harper. “Up you go.”

Her eyes say she’s going to kill me, but she still comes, so what does

that mean? God, I can't wait to pleasure her and ruin her life because

when would it ever be this good for her?

Never. The answer is never.

We exit the classroom together and I grab her hand, looking both ways

down the hall before I drag her into the closest janitor's closet, flipping

on the light and turning the lock when we're tucked inside.

She shoves my chest really hard.

“What the hell are you doing?”

"Oh, I thought you understood.” I smile and tilt her chin toward mine

with my fingertips. “I'm giving you a sample of what you'll never have.

Think of it as a gift.”

She tries to shove me again, but I catch her wrists in my hands and

drive her back toward the door, pinning them above her. Her chest

heaves.

I lean in, my lips at her ear. “Scared?”

“Never,” she replies instantly.

“Babe, you really should be.”

I don't hesitate.

I also refuse to kiss anyone after Aisha—I'm waiting for my dream girl,

but this girl also really needs a lesson right now, so I suck on her neck,

biting into her. The scent hits me, strong and tropical. She smells good,

so good. Why is it familiar?

She doesn’t moan or even so much as move.

I tug at the front of her jeans and undo the buttons. “If I touch you

here, will you be wet for me, Harper? Fucking begging for it?”

She lifts her lips just slightly.

It's all the invitation I need.

“Remember,” I say as my fingers

slowly dip into the front of her lace panties, “t his is going to ruin you

for life. I hope you're ready. And when I get you off, I want a polite

thank you for the demonstration of a life you can only dream of. A life

you'll never have.”