He stepped closer to me almost imperceptibly, widening my thighs even further and driving my skirt up my legs.
I kept running my tongue across his collar, but didn’t stop there, my heart tumbling in my chest as I ran it right onto his throat and tasted the devil himself. He was sin embodied and I couldn’t deny how good the scrape of his stubble felt against my tongue.
A growl rumbled through him that almost could have been sexual and I lifted my hips, wanting to feel if he was aching for me. Before I could get close to grinding against his crotch, he ripped my hands off of his neck and I fell onto my back on the table with a loud thump.
Laughter exploded through the air and as heat rushed to my cheeks, Saint dropped smoothly back into his seat. He lowered a hand between his thighs, subtly tugging at the material, clearly giving himself more room and a smile dragged at my lips. Victory.
Kyan was suddenly on his feet, hauling me off of the table and yanking my skirt down where it had slid right up my thighs. His grip was almost bruising as he pulled me against him and I looked up into his eyes, finding a sea of darkness awaiting me there.
“Let’s go to practice,” Blake insisted, getting to his feet.
“Fine. Bring her with us.” Saint rose too and I frowned as my stomach grumbled.
“I haven’t eaten yet,” I said, but I wasn’t sure why I bothered because clearly none of them gave a shit.
“Well you shouldn’t have been late,” Saint said bluntly then headed past Kyan before Blake followed, shooting me a glare.
Kyan pushed me towards my shoes and I kicked my feet into them before he tugged me back to his side.
“You’d better start working on your smile, baby,” he purred. “You’re going to be our cheerleader at practise and I wanna hear a whole lot of pep from you when you shout my name.”
My eyes narrowed on him as I yanked my wrist free of his grip. “Okay, baby, I’ll be sure to cheer on Sergeant Dickhole at the top of my lungs.”
“That’s the spirit.” He smirked. “But don’t tire yourself out too much.” He shoved me ahead of him and I huffed as I stumbled into a chair. “You’re gonna be up late washing all of our football jerseys afterwards.”
I turned away from him as my heart soared in my chest and I fought the smile that was trying to burrow its way into my cheeks. Well that sounds like the perfect opportunity to run away from this school, Sergeant Dickhole. So thank you very much.
I waited for the football team to quit the showers before heading into the locker rooms to take one myself.
My blood was up after that practice. It had been a good session and I always loved playing alongside my team. Not least because it meant I could tackle the little shitheads and body slam them to the ground without needing any excuse at all. In fact, they actually wanted me to do it to help them improve their game.
That meant that three times a week, I could knock Saint Memphis and all of the other pretentious brats on the team onto their asses and the jumped up little fuckers thanked me for it.
I scrubbed soap over my flesh vigorously, standing beneath the flow of hot water and tipping my head back so that it could run over my face and down my body.
My cock twitched as the water raced down the length of it and I groaned in frustration. It had been too fucking long since I’d gotten laid. This place was like a damn bubble. Once we were up here for the term, that was it. No escape. I was surrounded by students and staff. And despite Miss Pontus’s clear interest, I couldn’t see me getting what I needed from her. She was semi-attractive, could have probably been a solid prospect if she knew how to dress and present herself. But even then, she was too meek for me. Too nice. I needed a girl who could rile me up and rattle my cage. One who would challenge and fight me and bring me to my knees from time to time. And that wasn’t easy to find in the real world let alone up here in the middle of fucking nowhere.
I blew out a breath laced with sexual frustration and shut the shower off, grabbing a towel so that I could dry off and firmly thinking of anything other than the aching need in my body. I was above jerking off in the fucking school locker rooms.
I pulled on a clean pair of boxers and sweatpants before kicking my sneakers on too and running the towel through my blonde hair. I needed a shave, but that was a problem for tomorrow…or maybe the next day. Whatever, stubble looked good on me so I didn’t give a shit. I might even let it grow into a beard just to have something to do.
I dumped my dirty clothes into the laundry shoot and headed back down the deserted corridors to my office. I had assessments to finish up and I wanted them done before the weekend so that I could spend some time doing things I actually enjoyed. Though now that we were locked up in this god forsaken place, I had a lot less options.
I pushed my office door open and moved to my desk, sitting down with a barely suppressed groan. When I’d made my decision about the way I was going to insert myself into this world and had subsequently taken this job, it’d seemed so simple. Come and live in the middle of nowhere, teach a bunch of fuckwits how to take part in team sports despite the fact that they’re pre-programmed to be self-serving, cutthroat little assholes. Then use my position to get closer to the prick whose father destroyed my life, cosy on up to him, destroy his life in kind. Easy. Except it wasn’t. These kids weren’t just normal kids. They thrived on secrets and game playing, they were conniving, manipulative, even borderline psychotic on occasion. And they were suspicious of everyone. I guessed growing up around these kinds of people would do that to you, but it made getting close to them hard fucking work.
I’d made headway in my time here, but it wasn’t nearly enough. And now the little fucker was in his final year. I needed to up my game and fast or I was going to lose this shot. And I’d worked too damn hard to do that. I’d sacrificed too much. I knew I was close to something, I just couldn’t quite figure out what.
I leaned back in my chair as my laptop booted up and sighed as I tried to think of some new angle, some different way to come at this. But it felt like I’d already exhausted all of my options.
A soft noise caught my ear from somewhere beyond my door and I frowned, wondering who the hell would still be here. I’d seen the football team leave as I was still packing up the sports hall after our session and no one else had any reason to be lingering in the gym this late in the evening.
The login screen appeared in front of me and I quickly typed in my staff access code before loading the CCTV feed for the building.
I clicked through the cameras one by one, eyeing the empty sports hall, corridors, dance studio and fencing hall before finally spotting my intruder on the feed for the store room. Tatum Rivers was standing at the back of the room using the sink intended for washing down muddy boots to clean a bunch of football jerseys.
Though as I looked closer, she didn’t seem to be doing a very good job of it.
I sighed irritably, pushing myself to my feet as I headed down the corridor to the store room so that I could go and tell her to get the fuck out.
I pulled the door open and the princess gasped as I strode into the storage space, passing nets of basketballs, stacks of cones, racks of baseball bats and lacrosse sticks until I reached her.
“Explain,” I demanded in a hard tone.
The princess bit into that full bottom lip of hers, fiddling with the knot she’d tied in the hem of her black dress and tugging the whole thing down an inch, drawing my gaze to the tanned skin of her full breasts for a moment. My attention snapped back to her blue eyes instantly. I might have been horny as fuck tonight, but that didn’t mean I was going to be letting my eyes wander to a student. Especially not a rude little brat like her.