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Bio would be pretty fucking boring if I didn’t have Scout to torment. I’m convinced Mr. Plainer knows less than we do about the study of biology, so he makes us sit through endless videos to fill the time.
I’m in the middle of zoning out, when Scout reaches under the desk and pinches my thigh. Hard.
“What the fuck, Cub?” I whisper. She inclines her head toward my empty notepad. There’s a tiny folded-up piece of paper resting on top. I smirk. “You’re writing me love notes now?”
I open it—under the desk, of course.
We need to talk.
Oh, shit. The four little words no man ever wants to hear.
I take my pen, turn over the piece of paper and scribble on the other side.
Can I eat you out instead?
I press it into my palm and slide it over her thigh, squeezing hard. She jerks, her knee hitting the top of the table. Several people turn to look at us—including Justin Hearst. I lean back in my chair, the picture of insouciant boredom, and flip them off.
Their heads swivel to the front so fast I chuckle.
Scout glares down at my response. Her lips purse in disapproval, but color floods her cheeks. I can see it even in the darkened room.
She presses the note to the desk and scribbles before sliding it back.
No.
I lean forward and write, Can I eat you out while you talk? Then I slide it over to her.
She raises her hand. “Mr. Plainer, may I be excused?”
He looks up from his phone and nods, holding out a hall pass, and Scout promptly exits the class. I wait a beat, pocket the note, and get up from my seat, stalking toward the door without a fucking word. Teach glares at me. I glare back, and he doesn’t say shit as I leave with mine and Scout’s bags slung over my shoulder.
The hall is vacant, so I head to the girl’s bathroom but before I can make it there, the door to the guidance counselor’s office swings open and Scout yanks me inside, shutting the door behind me. I glance to make sure we’re alone, and then I grip her hair and pull her toward me, smashing my lips into hers and driving my tongue deep in her mouth. She moans and presses her tiny hands against the wide plains of my chest. I push her back against the desk, ignoring the neatly stacked papers neatly as I grab her by the waist and lift her onto them. I wedge my body between her legs.
I don’t stop kissing her. Anyone could see us through the window and I just don’t give a shit. If anything, it makes me fucking hotter for her. I long for an audience so the whole world can see she belongs to me.
I trail my lips down her neck, shoving up the shell of her cheer uniform and biting her nipple through the thin pink lace of her bra. She throws her head back as I kiss her ribs, her stomach. I drop to my knees, slide her ass to the edge of the desk and push her skirt around her waist. Cub tilts her hips toward me and when I slide her panties to one side and bury my face in her slick cunt, I know she’s forgotten all about our little “talk.”