He scoops me back up and lowers me into the water, I hiss almost instantly until the heat seeps into me and I can't help but moan in pleasure.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he doesn’t say it loudly but he echoes through the room and I look over at him and realise I wasn’t supposed to hear it.
I sink further into the water and pretty much yelp when he starts taking his jogging bottoms, trainers, hoodie and top off. He’s standing right in front of me, in nothing but his boxers, and he lowers himself into the water and my words run away from me.
“I need to take a look at that ankle,” he says as he seizes my foot and rests it upon his lap, so close to his groin.
“You needed to be naked for that?” I ask and I sound way too squeaky, he’s smirking at my obvious discomfort and I don’t like it.
“If I was naked, I’d be holding more than just your foot little cub.”
“Excuse me, one where do you get off, and two, where did you pull little cub out of?” Indignation is brimming in me and it’s reflected in my voice.
He ignores me as he prods at my ankle and my hisses sound throughout the room, until he lowers my ankle back down and stands up. Making his way over to me, until he’s kneeling on a seat beside me and leaning over to look me right in the eyes.
“I thought of it because everyone wants to protect you, thinking you need it. Sure, sometimes you do and other times you shock us all by getting your claws out and showing us just how ferocious you can be.” He looks proud, but he’s got this heat in his eyes that makes me want to squirm. “So yeah, you’re my little cub from now on, I don’t care if you don’t like it. As for what I said before, I’d only be naked with you if it was wanted. I don’t whip it out for just anyone, little cub.” His smile is self-assured and a little cocky.
My air whooshes out of me, mingling with his own as he leans in closer. Our mouths are only a hairsbreadth apart and it would be so easy to get rid of that distance, but I can’t. Can I?
“Stop thinking Henleigh.” He taps the side of my head with a smirk as his eyes fill with a dangerous heat. I don’t even trust myself to try and think right now, all my sense has washed away. His eyes are all I can think about, that and the way he keeps looking at my mouth. “Now I do have some questions for you, but I really want to taste you again. Tell me no and I’ll back off,” he says as his dark eyes stare right into me.
I open my mouth, I’m going to say no, I have to say no. Instead a ‘yes’ slips out and he wastes no time in capturing my mouth and exploring every inch of it with his tongue. His fingers are splayed across my ribs, brushing up against the bottom of my bra. He’s not trying to move higher and I’m glad of that, I want him to touch me, but I can’t go that far with him.
My fingers are tangled in his hair and I love the moans he makes as I tug on it, I can also feel how hard he is as he’s now pressing against my hip and it’s causing some very naughty thoughts.
I need stop this, before I forget why I have to. So, I break the kiss and lean my head on his shoulder.
“I don’t like what you’re doing to me,” he says softly, as his hands run down my back.
“I’m right there with you,” I reply, as my throat clogs up with all the emotions running rampant through me.
“Look, you’ve only known us for a week so I’m not expecting you to feel like you have to choose or anything but, is there anything I need to know regarding Noah and or Elijah?” His jaw is ticking slightly as he asks this and I’m dreading his reaction when I tell him about the kiss.
“I’ve kissed Elijah as well; I regret it almost as much as I don’t regret it. I feel bad for kissing you both, but I know I’m not cut out for a relationship and it was nice to forget that for a few moments.” I sigh heavily and maybe even a little wistfully, as I try and prepare myself to explain about Noah. His Jaw is tight, and I don’t miss the way he flexes his hands. “As for Noah, there’s nothing between us but pushing aside how bad this is making me sound I can’t say I’m opposed to the idea.” My cheeks are burning and it’s mortifying confessing this to him.
“I respect honesty and I meant what I said, you are my little cub. Now you want to be friends, great.” He pauses for a second as he brings his face closer to mine. “You want to be friends who kiss sometimes, even better as long as you’re upfront with me. I’m not looking for a relationship either and I think I’m too messed up for you anyway, but the ball is in your court. Just know, if you ever are mine, I’m a jealous bastard for sure.” His smirking and his eyes promise a world of excitement and danger, but I’m sure it would be fun. It wouldn’t work though.
Damn, I’d definitely be up for kissing him whenever the urge arose. But I don’t want anyone to get hurt and in all honesty he’s wrong. I’m the one who’s too messed up for him, for all of them.
Seven
Mrs. Hutchinson wants to suspend me for a week for what I did to Octavia, it’s ridiculous but what can I really say in return. I’m so angry and I’m sitting in the waiting room whilst she contacts my parents to come and collect me, I didn’t even get a choice on that one. The funny thing is, no one is answering her call.
I’m playing on my tablet when Mattias walks past and then comes back when he realises who he saw, he is such a sweetheart.
“What’s going on?” he asks, completely ignoring the receptionist who's trying to get him to leave.
I tell him everything that went down and he does not look happy, then he’s getting up and walking out. I guess he’s not an advocate for violence, and I’m off to return to my wonderful family home, oh the joys. Damn even my internal voice is dripping with sarcasm.
I throw my head back and just stare up at the ceiling, the only reason I jerk up is because the receptionist is suddenly raising her voice at someone, and I look just in time to see Noah push his way into Mrs. Hutchinson’s office.
I can hear raised voices coming from the slightly open door, and I don’t care what Miss Snooty has to say, I am listening in on this one.
“This is completely unwarranted behaviour Mr. Wallace, how dare you come into my office without permission and try to tell me how to run my school,” her voice raises an octave as she tries to scold him.
“I wouldn’t have to if you did your job to a sufficient standard. Now why is it I know the reason as to why Miss Monterey behaved the way she did and you do not. And why is she being suspended and yet Octavia and her merry band of ingrates get off Scot free.” His tone drops colder, until it fills me with ice, and it isn’t even directed my way. “Now I know my father would not be impressed to hear how favouritism is being shown in such a fine educational establishment such as this one. That your own assistant head is allowed to pull her weight to make sure her son and his girlfriend can get away with such vandalism and utter malice.”
“Mr. Wallace,” she goes to speak and I almost choke on what happens.
“Did I sound as if I was finished, I am usually all for showing my teachers the respect they deserve, but if you are going to ignore the proof I have presented to you then I will have to send it to the board, and my father myself, and we both know how my father does not have the time for such matters. Let Miss Monterey stay and punish Octavia and such for what they did. And she needs to have a bed back in her room by the end of today. You may be the headteacher, but you can easily be replaced, don’t forget that.” His tone is screaming authority, I wish I could see their faces right now.