Chapter 65

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Easton

From my classroom, I can hear Aisha’s voice in the hallway, the rotten snarkiness in her tone, the evil words she’s spewing. My teacher isn’t going to do anything to stop Aisha, she just continues lecturing, but I can’t ignore what I’m hearing because I know there’s only one person who can be taking those verbal punches.

My fucking girl.

I tell my teacher I’m going to the bathroom and haul ass into the hallway. I make it just in time to see Aisha yanking on Harper’s hair.

That fucking bitch. She’s pushed every goddamn button of mine … and I have no patience left.

I’m seeing red by the time I growl my second warning at her, “Did you fucking hear me, Aisha? Let her go right now.” When she stops tugging on her hair but doesn’t let Harper go, I tear Aisha’s hand away, freeing Harper, and pull her into my arms. “Are you all right?” I ask her.

It takes her a second to respond, “Yes.”

The hatred pulsing through my body makes my jaws tighten. “Don’t ever touch my girl again.”

“Your .* girl?” Aisha stammers.

“Yes. My fucking girl.”

“That’s what she is to you now? But what was the other night? When you were in my room, between my,”

“Harper and I are together now.” While I hold Harper against my chest, I glare at Aisha, disgusted by the innocent look on her face. “You need to accept that and stop all this bullshit.” My arm lowers, wrapping around Harper’s curvy waist. “If you have a problem, you take it up with me, not Harper. Do you understand me?”

“But Easton-”

“The only thing I want to hear from you is yes.”

I don’t wait for her to say it, since I know she’s not going to, and I turn Harper around and lead us in the opposite direction, holding her tightly to my side. “Do you want to get out of here?” I ask when we’re halfway down the hall.

“Here?” There’s emotion in her voice. “You mean school? But we still have a few periods to go.”

“I’ll get us excused.”

“How?”

“You’re just going to have to trust me.”

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She nods. “Okay.”

When we reach the front office, I place her against the wall right outside the door. “I’ll be right back, don’t move.” I walk inside, stopping at the counter, waiting for Leigh, the office administrator, to finish with another student.

“Easton …” Leigh’s face heats up as she approaches. “What can I do for you?”

I smile, knowing how much she likes my grin. “A favor.” I reach into my wallet, pulling out a fifty that I slip under her fingers. “I need to be excused from school and so does Harper.”

She holds on a few seconds longer than she needs to, pulling away to put the money in her pocket. “You mean Ryan’s sister?”

“Yes.”

Her brows raise and she glances at the notebook that sits next to the phone. “Looks like your mom called a few minutes ago ” She pauses, pretending to read her notes. “You have a doctor’s appointment.”

We’d hooked up only once, and then she felt guilty that I was a student and it never happened again.

But the once had paid off.

“And Harper’s mom?” | ask. “She happen to call, too?”

She winks. “I expect a phone call from her any second now.”

I thank her and rejoin Harper, my arm finding its place around her shoulders. “Let’s go to your locker, grab what you need, and then we’ll bounce.”

“We‘re not going to get in trouble?”

Her concern is adorable. “No, not even a little.”

We walk to her locker, and she starts putting her books into her bag. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

We’re now headed for the exit, and she looks at me as she heads through the doorway, my stare slowly lifting from her ass. “Make everything go the way you want it to.”

As we step outside, a breeze of freedom flies over my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You took my virginity, you got us out of school without even earning us a minute of detention, you stopped Aisha from strangling me to death. What else can you make happen today, Easton?”

We stop at the passenger side door of my Jeep. I position her back against it before | slam my mouth onto hers, my dick hardening as I get a taste of her tongue. The grind of her hips against me is what finally makes me tear my lips away. “I’m going to eat your fucking pussy.” I press my nose to hers. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you’re shuddering and screaming.”

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She moans against my mouth. “When?”

“The second we get to my house.”

She reaches behind her back and opens the door, climbing inside, showing me how ready she is. I hurry to the other side and start the engine, pulling out of my spot and onto the main road.

“I have to ask you something.”

I set my hand on her upper thigh, noticing the change in her tone. “Anything.”

She takes a deep breath. “Did you tell Aisha I was a virgin?”

“Did I what?” I glance at her as I slow for the red light. “Tell me you’re kidding.”

She shakes her head.

“We talked about this, Harper. I told you not to believe a thing that girl says. She lies, she manipulates, and she’s trying to destroy us-that’s her motive.”

“I know

. I just had to ask.”

I sigh and brush my fingers over her chin. “It’s just us now. Tell me you believe that?”

She nods and adds, “I do.”

There’s relief in her eyes before I face the road again. I link our fingers until I pull into my driveaway and the both of us climb out.

“Don’t worry,” I tell her as we’re walking inside my house, “we’ll be alone for the next few hours.”

I grab us drinks from the bar, and then I take her into the backyard, setting the glasses on one of the tables.

“We’re going swimming?” she asks.

“Not exactly.”

pull my shirt over my head, dropping it on a chair, my shoes and pants coming off next. I keep on my boxer briefs as I bring the drinks over to the hot tub, removing the cover and checking the temperature.

It’s steamy, just the way I like it.

I turn on the jets and take off my last bit of clothing, walking up the stairs of the tub and sinking into the hot water. I reach for my vodka and lean my back into the massager, giving myself the perfect view of Harper.

She hasn’t moved.

My gaze drops down the front of her body, staring at the delicious curves of her waist, the heavy dips of her tits. The gap between her thighs. My cock throbs to be inside her. “Get naked … and get in.”

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