His eyes darkened at that, and I turned to face the front again.
Ms. Perry was back on the stage, talking about prom or a new mentorship program or . . . something. It was impossible to focus on anything other than the insanely hot man about to be inside me.
Hendrix’s hand appeared next to mine as he once again leaned in close and positioned himself at my entrance. His free hand ran through my hair, and he caressed the back of my neck with his knuckles, sending shivers down my spine. The touches were gentle, sweet.
Which made the contrast of what he did next so much more intoxicating. As he pushed into me, his hand clamped over my mouth, muffling any sounds I made.
He took two slow, deliberate strokes, his body learning mine, then started to fuck me in earnest. His hips slammed against my ass mercilessly as his fingers dug into my cheek, keeping me silent.
I watched the assembly begin to wrap up as Hendrix pounded me from behind. I could see everything below, but I wasn’t seeing any of it. Every fiber of my being was focused on him. His hand on my face, the taut muscles of the arm next to me, the hard, warm, wet, stretching, punishing freedom . . .
Another orgasm washed over me, heat spreading from my core all the way to the tips of my toes and fingers. Hendrix buried himself deep inside me and rolled his hips, his body collapsing over mine as he panted through his own release.
Even through the fog of my own orgasm, I was impressed at his control, his ability to remain silent.
His hand over my mouth eased, and he brushed some hair off my cheek before pressing his forehead against my temple. For a few seconds, we just breathed the same air. We just existed together in this moment, and I felt as if I were floating on a cloud of possibility.
Chapter Twenty
Hendrix
With one last kiss to her temple, I pulled out and . . . realized I’d fucked up. Big time. Hooking up with Donna at Davey’s and in that office was one thing—we hardly knew each other, we had this angry sexual tension going, it was hot, and that was that. But what we’d just done—it was so much more than sex. She’d told me something real, shown me a part of her soul. I’d known what she craved and given it to her.
And now, as I tied off the condom and buried it under a muffin wrapper in the trash, a tightness settled around my chest. I actually gave a shit what happened to her. I was emotionally invested.
Fuck.
My princess was feeling trapped in her ivory tower, and I knew exactly how she felt, what that could lead to.
Her arousal was still slick on the base of my dick, and I was already missing her warmth, her tight body writhing under mine, her labored breathing against my hand. I wanted to make her forget her life again, help her find oblivion in ecstasy over and over and over until nothing else mattered. But this wasn’t some fantasy where we could just run away and spend the rest of our lives fucking in a cabin in the woods.
Donna cleared her throat as she finished buttoning up her shirt. “Can I have my underwear back, please?”
I did my pants back up, tucked my shirt in, straightened my tie, took my sweet-ass time to respond. “No,” I told her with a slight twitch of my lips.
Her eyes narrowed. “Hendrix, don’t be ridiculous. I need my underwear. I can’t go back to class like this. What if I trip or something and my skirt goes flying up?”
“Then don’t go to class.” I ran my hands through my hair and brushed the creases from my uniform. The assembly had finished, and a cacophony of sound drifted in through the narrow window—students all talking over one another, feet shuffling toward the exits. We backed farther into the darkness, closer to the door.
Donna finished straightening herself up as well, her appearance as pristine as possible without a mirror or a brush. Then she gave me a firm look.
“I don’t have time for this. We need to slip into the crowd as everyone’s leaving so we don’t get caught. Give me my panties.” She reached for my pocket, but I brushed her hands away and backed up against the wall.
I could see that look in her eyes returning—the one that hardened her against the world. She was retreating, probably freaking out about all she’d told me, seconds away from running from me yet again and avoiding even acknowledging what just happened between us. But I was done letting Donna Mead walk away from me. I was done letting her walk away from her problems. I was done letting her control everything. She’d been doing it for years, and it clearly wasn’t working for her.
“You can have them. In ten minutes.”
“What?” She frowned and glanced at the door. Our window was closing.
“Meet me at the east entrance in ten minutes, and you can have them back. Bring your coat.”
“Hendrix, I’m not going to skip class to . . .”
I didn’t hang around to listen to her enraged demands. I just opened the door, made sure no one was looking, and rushed down the stairs until I was close enough behind a group of freshman girls to look as if I was exiting with the rest of the students.
I resisted the urge to look over my shoulder and check if Donna was doing the same. She was a big girl—she’d figure it out.
As I passed through the auditorium’s double doors, I accidentally caught the eye of Mr. Monroe—my English teacher. The guy was the youngest staff member at Fulton but easily the most hard-ass. He had the best opportunity to connect with his students because of his youth, but I’d never even seen the dude smile, let alone crack a joke.
He frowned at me before pushing his glasses back up his nose. I had no idea what that was about, but I smiled back politely and breezed on past. The only surefire way to get caught doing something dodgy was to act as though you had something to hide.
Between going to my locker to get my stuff and walking out to my car, I questioned my decision to cut class about a thousand times.
I was breaking my vow to keep my head down, stay out of trouble, and get past my senior year without any hiccups. I was also breaking my aunt’s trust.
I got into my car and sighed, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. Maybe I should just go back inside. If I hurried, I wouldn’t even be late for gym. But then Donna would be left standing on the sidewalk alone, and she’d be pissed. And hurt, even if she didn’t show it. I couldn’t let her down—especially after I’d manipulated her into coming.
Sighing, I pulled my phone out and shot a quick message to my aunt.
I’m skipping school for the rest of the day. I promise it’s important and necessary. Can you please cover for me if the school calls?
I started the car, but her reply was instant.
Thank you for telling me. I’ll give you an alibi. But I expect a full and detailed report tonight.
I pulled up to the curb at the east entrance just as Donna slipped out the door. This was where the younger students were picked up and dropped off by their parents, nannies, and drivers. The area was packed with Escalades, Audis, and BMWs in the morning and the afternoon, but it was deserted as Donna rushed down the stairs.
I expected her to lean through the window, demand her underwear, maybe sic the football team on me. But she surprised me by jumping into the passenger seat immediately and throwing her designer backpack into the back seat.
“Drive,” she demanded as she put her belt on. “Your tree-hugging car’s windows are not tinted. The last thing I fucking need is to be caught skipping class with the likes of you.”