He drove us around to the east side of the lake, slowing before we reached the dorms and parking the cart to one side of the path. He stepped out, taking the champagne from my grip and drinking a mouthful before placing it in the footwell and grabbing my hand to help me out.
“What are we doing here?” My voice came out hushed as adrenaline rushed through me at the thought of being caught together. It was kinda thrilling though too.
Monroe pulled me into his arms, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear and studying my face. “This is where we met, princess.”
I looked around, smiling as I realised he was right.
“That was where you laid your suitcase trap.” He pointed. “That was where I fell and nearly busted a tooth. And that was where my headphones smashed.” I laughed as he turned me around, pointing to a spot on the other side of the path. “That was where you stood and got mouthy with me and where I put you right back in your box.”
“Er, I think it was me who put you in your box, Nash,” I tossed back, although okay I had maybe been way off base with Monroe on that day.
“Pfft.” He smirked at me, gripping my chin and tilting my head up. “You thought I was a student.”
“You let me continue to believe that,” I said sternly and his grin widened.
“Yeah, I did,” he growled. “And oh how fucking easy it would be if I really was a student at this school.”
I wet my lips, watching the shadows dancing across his face as the clouds shifted above to hide the moon. “And what would you do if you were?”
“The same thing I’m doing now, I guess, just without hiding it,” he muttered, his gaze dropping to my lips. “I suppose you were always a forgone conclusion for me.”
“I wish there wasn’t so much risk for you,” I whispered seriously. “I’d break this off if I knew it was the right thing to do, but it doesn’t feel right. You feel right.”
“So do you, princess.” He leaned down, his fingers carving lines of fire along my jaw before he pushed them into my hair. “When I first saw you here, I thought you were beautiful, entitled and would be just like every other vapid girl in this school. But fuck me, Tatum, you’re none of those things. You’re not even beautiful the way I saw you that day, not now I’ve seen your heart, your strength, your pain. You’re fucking radiant. You’re miles of light in the endless dark.”
He leaned down, kissing me, his tongue sinking between my lips and setting my core on fire. I wrapped my arms around him, gripping his shoulders as his muscles rippled beneath my touch like I was setting off an earthquake in him the way he was with me. He tugged my bottom lip between his teeth and I gasped, arching into him, trying to get closer still.
We finally broke apart and I sucked my swollen lips as he led me back to the golf cart. My heart beat like it was a jet plane about to lift off into the sky and the engines were aflame.
I sipped on the champagne as he turned the cart around and we headed back in the direction of Aspen Halls. We passed the huge building but then he took a track up into the trees, following the line of the lakeshore out of sight. We passed The Temple and I glimpsed lights on in the windows between the thick trunks and found myself wondering what the boys were up to tonight. I pictured Saint sitting quietly in his wingback throne while Kyan and Blake played video games. Or maybe they were busy washing blood from their hands after their latest torture session in their hunt for the Justice Ninja.
Monroe drove all the way down to the gym then parked up around the side of the building. He got out and pulled me after him, a devilish glint in his eyes as I followed with the half empty bottle of champagne hanging loosely in my fingers.
Nash walked around to the window to our usual training room and pushed it up, tossing me a grin. He took the bottle from my hands, placing it on the ground, then lifted me up to help me inside. I stifled a laugh as I climbed into the room that smelled of new leather and cleaning spray before turning to grab the bottle Monroe was holding out for me.
He climbed inside and gently pushed the window shut then grabbed my hand again, practically bounding across the room like an excitable puppy. He led me out of the training room and through to the pool where the warm air wrapped around us. It was dark, but Monroe found a switch to bring on the blue lights at the base of the pool and the water seemed to glow, casting patterns across the ceiling and walls.
“Do you have any idea how much I wanted you when we had to isolate here together?” Monroe growled from behind me and a shiver ran through me.
“Tell me.” I took a long swig from the champagne bottle then placed it by my feet as a sweet burn filled my tummy. I pulled off my coat, kicked off my shoes and tugged my cami off next. A thrill ran through me as I felt Monroe watching.
“You’re addictive. I wanted to consume every piece of you,” he said darkly.
I dropped my jeans, bending forward as I pulled them off so he got a view of my ass and my pale pink panties before standing again and looking over my shoulder at him.
“So why didn’t you?” I asked teasingly. “No one was here to see.”
I unclasped my bra, shrugging it off and his eyes burned with the heat of a thousand suns. I hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties, raising an eyebrow at him. “Why Nash?”
His throat rose and fell. “I have no fucking idea.” He started striding forward as if to grab me and I dove into the pool, arcing under the water before resurfacing and turning to face him. I slid my panties off, biting down on my lip as I held them above the water on one finger. “Aren’t you coming in?”
He shrugged out of the letterman jacket and hoodie before he practically ripped off his shirt, revealing every gleaming inch of his chiselled body. My eyes raked over his tattoos then followed the trail of hair from his belly button to his waistband. I walked backwards through the water as I waited for him to follow, starving for him.
He unbuckled his jeans, pulling them off, his eyes fixed on me as he dropped them then his boxers followed, revealing how hard he was for me.
He dove into the pool and swam towards me under the water, grabbing my thighs as he surfaced and wrapping my legs around his waist. I gasped as the head of his cock pressed against my entrance and his breathing grew heavy as he walked me to the edge of the pool and pinned me back against the wall.
“Do you remember me holding you like this before?” he growled and I nodded, a moan escaping me as his length butted between my thighs.
“Nash,” I sighed in desperation.
He lined himself up with my core, his eyes pinned on mine as he pushed the head of his cock inside me and I felt him throbbing with need.
“Can you feel how much I want you?” he growled and I nodded, grinding my hips as I tried to steal more from him and he teasingly pushed in deeper only to draw himself out again. It was slow and torturous and I whimpered as he did it again.
“This is how you made me feel every time I couldn’t have you,” he said heavily, his jaw locking in frustration.
“But you can have me now,” I panted.
“I told you I’m going to enjoy you slowly tonight,” he said as I clung to his muscular arms, trying not to lose my mind as he continued to push in a little deeper only to pull out again.
I tipped my head back with a groan. “Nash,” I demanded and he had the cheek to laugh.
He reached down, grabbing my hips and lifting me up to sit on the edge of the pool, slinging my legs over his shoulders. He looked up at me as he watched me quiver, his hot breath on my pussy driving me crazy.
I fisted my hand in his hair, tugging him closer and he laughed into my burning centre before dragging his tongue over my wetness and tasting how much I wanted him. He licked his way up to my clit before teasing it between his teeth and making me gasp with the combined pleasure and pain. I started rocking my hips as he glided his tongue over me, sucking and licking before bringing his hand up and pushing two fingers into my burning core. He drove them in and out at an excruciatingly slow speed, lapping at
me in teasing strokes.
My hand tightened in his hair as I moaned his name and his tongue moved faster, driving harder against me. His fingers matched the quicker pace and I dropped my free hand behind me for support as I rocked my hips into his tongue. My stomach clenched as I drew closer and closer to release and his tongue didn’t relent, his lips against my sensitive flesh making me start to cry out. I knew I had to be quiet, but I couldn’t stop and Monroe didn’t seem to want to either as my voice echoed off the ceiling.
I dug my heels into his back, my toes flexing as he sucked my clit and curled his fingers inside me.
“Yes,” I gasped and he pumped his hand faster, licking and sucking and- “Fuck.” I came hard around his fingers and he continued to move them as he prolonged the pleasure. I rode them shamelessly as my head dropped back and warmth danced through my body.
A door banged somewhere beyond the pool room and I gasped as Monroe pulled his hand from between my thighs.
“You little shitbags, if I catch you smoking pot in here again you’re dead!” a gruff voice shouted from somewhere beyond the door and I scrambled to my feet.
“Fuck. Pete – the janitor,” Monroe hissed, climbing out of the water and we raced towards our clothes and scooped them into our arms. I darted toward the main door, but Monroe caught my arm, dragging me back across the room past the pool and through a door marked staff only. He pushed me against the wall inside, pressing a hand to my mouth and I pressed a hand to his in return as we burst out laughing, trying to keep the sound contained.
“You little fucks,” the janitor snarled, his voice reverberating around the pool room. “Oh fuck my fucking life. What kind of sicko would leave their panties in the pool? I oughta write to the school board about this.”
Monroe took his away hand from my mouth, tugging on his boxers and pants, holding his hoodie between his teeth as he put on his shoes. I followed suit, tugging on my jeans sans panties and dragging my top on before stuffing my bra into my back pocket. My boots were unlaced and half falling off as Monroe pulled me over to the window as he pulled his hoodie on one-handed and I heard footsteps approaching from the pool room. Shit shit shit.
Monroe yanked the window open, grabbing me by the hips and lifting me to help me out. My feet hit the floor and I stumbled, realising I was maybe a little drunk as I swallowed another laugh.
“Hey!” Pete shouted from inside and Monroe jumped down behind me, throwing his letterman jacket on and tugging up the hood on his hoodie.
We raced onto the path as Pete leaned out the window and called profanities after us. “You jumped up, self-entitled little cunts! You’re lucky I have a bad knee or I’d hunt you down and pulverise you little shits!” he roared and we gave up trying to stifle our laughter, bursting out into hysterics as we tore up the path and into the woods.
“What about the golf cart?” I asked through my laughter.
“Fuck it. It can’t be traced back to us.” Monroe tugged me onward and we climbed the hill, disappearing into the dark before reaching the track high up in the trees. We sprinted along it in the direction of the headmaster’s house and when I spotted the porchlights, I increased my pace, tugging Monroe along behind me.
We made it to the back door, breathless and still laughing and Monroe shoved me against it, kissing me with the force of a hurricane. The scent of chlorine and bad deeds filled the air as I clung to my guardian angel, tearing my nails down his back as he fumbled with the door handle and we almost fell inside as he got the door open. I gripped his neck as he held me up by the waist and marched me backwards towards the bathroom while we continued to kiss and paw at each other in the dark.
“You need a shower, dirty girl,” he said against my mouth and I clawed my fingers into his hair, nodding my agreement.
He pushed the bathroom door open, leaving it wide and flicking the light on as he eyed me again, licking his lips, the sight of that sending my pulse haywire. I wanted to tear into him, eat him up, but he was clearly going to drag out the torture.
Monroe started pulling my damp clothes off and I let him, a smile on my lips as he took in every piece of skin he bared until I was standing naked before him. He dropped his jacket and pulled off his hoodie so he was just standing in black jeans before me with a tempting smile on his lips. He guided me over to the shower and I got in obediently, switching it on and tipping my head back as the heated water rushed over me.
Monroe shed his jeans and boxers then stepped in behind me naked, kissing my shoulder. I sighed as he grabbed a sponge and squeezed some vanilla scented soap onto it. He twisted me around by the hips to face him, starting to lather it all over my body, his eyes dark and revealing the hunter in him.
“Kiss me, princess," he instructed and I leaned in, teasing his lower lip between my teeth as he watched me with undeniable lust in his dark blue eyes.
When he slid the sponge down between my legs, he sucked in a breath at the same moment I did. My back arched and my hips rolled in time with the movements of his hand as he ran the sponge up and down, pleasure making my toes scrunch up and my breathing grow heavy.
“It’s your turn,” I said firmly, lowering my hand to wrap it around his hard shaft and knocking his hand away from me in the same movement.
The unit was full of steam and water was tumbling over Monroe's chest, making him look like some sort of Viking god and I was more than happy to drop to my knees for this deity. His fingers were flexing like he was trying to keep them off me as I stroked him, slowly tightening my grip. He groaned with need and I lowered to my knees before him, gripping the base of his cock as I ran my tongue all the way along the underside of it.
He panted my name in encouragement, his fingers sliding into my soaking hair as I sucked the tip of him and tasted his arousal on my tongue. I gazed up at him and our eyes locked as I slowly took him into my mouth as far as I could before dragging him out again, my teeth grazing his shaft ever so slightly. He was hard as iron in my hand and I was equally wet for him all over again. The adrenaline from escaping the janitor was still twisting through my veins and making me feel high as hell. I upped my pace, pumping the base of his dick as I sucked and licked him, driving him mad as he started thrusting into my mouth.
“Fuck, Tatum,” he gasped. “I’m gonna – argh.” He came hard, the hot liquid rolling down my throat as I swallowed and hummed my approval.
I stood up and kissed him as he leaned back against the wall and tugged me closer by the hips.
“Tell me I can keep you,” he growled, an edge to his tone telling me he needed me to say those words.
“You can keep me,” I vowed, tip-toeing up to trace his mouth with mine.
He smiled wickedly then grabbed a bottle of shampoo, squeezing some into his palm and rubbing it into my hair before doing his own. When I rinsed it out, he did the conditioner next, massaging my scalp until I was turning to mush. God, being touched by him felt so good. I never wanted him to stop.
When we were clean, we stepped out of the shower and I took a moment to dry my hair a little with a towel so it didn’t drip all over the floor.
"Let's go to my room. I’m gonna make you forget your name and scream mine." Monroe hitched a towel around his waist and dragged me through the open door before I could grab a towel myself to cover up. I laughed as we stepped out into the living room and –
“Which name will she be screaming exactly?” Saint deadpanned.
I shrieked as I spotted Saint sitting on the couch with a direct view into the freaking bathroom, his feet resting on the coffee table, his ankles neatly crossed.
"Holy fuck!" Monroe barked, shoving me behind him to shield my body from Saint, like that was the most important thing right now. My heart raged against my ribs as I grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wrapping it around me quickly and moving to Monroe's side again as he came up with an explanation that not even a half-brained monkey would have believed. Let alone Saint Memphis.
“We just went for a run and the hot water
doesn’t last in the shower too long, so we had to-”
"Enough," Saint said sharply and Monroe fell quiet, his whole body tensing.
Saint got to his feet, walking to the fridge and dropping down as he opened the freezer and took out a bottle of chilled vodka.
"What the fuck?" Monroe snarled.
"I put it in the freezer when I arrived," Saint explained like that was what Monroe had meant as he poured himself a measure in a tumbler and sipped on it slowly, seeming deep in thought. “Which was about an hour ago by the way. And yes, I was here when you came back. And yes, I could have alerted you to my presence then. And yes, I could see into the shower the entire time. And yes, you should have considered closing the bathroom door. But you really seemed too busy to think of it.”
“Saint," I said firmly. "I know what this looks like, but-"
"Yes, I am aware of what it looks like, I am standing here seeing it with my own two eyes, Tatum." He sipped the vodka again then placed it down on the side, leaning back against the worktop as he looked between us, letting us squirm. "I also know what it is like because I am not a fool, I watched the whole thing – and might I just add that your use of the shower unit during your tryst was lacking, I expected more use of the shower head for one. But I’m getting off point. If you dare to feed me a lie the next time one of your mouths open, I will take personal offence. And I am very certain that you do not want to offend me right now."
I glanced at Monroe, panic starting to find me in the wake of this shock. What was Saint going to do? He could have Monroe fired, sent to prison. Would he do that? Was he so possessive of me that he would use this secret against us?
"So," Saint said, seeming to be in his element as he held all the cards in the room. "I'd like you both to go and dress appropriately for this conversation. I took the liberty of laying out outfits for each of you in Nash's bedroom." He pointed to the door across the room. "Proceed."
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