Page 154 of Their Cruel Play
He bends me as much as we can in this shower as he pistons in and out of my pussy. His fingers slide over my clit in a slow circle, winding me tighter and tighter. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to come after the night with Caden.
But Luke pushes me over the edge. I cry out as he groans, filling me with his warm cum. As we stand there breathing for a moment, he draws me up against him.
“I don’t like sleeping without you.” His lips caress the back of my neck.
I sigh as he pulls out. We’re tangling our lives up together and I can’t determine whether it will just end up a messy knot that we’ll have to cut to break apart or if we’ll be solid.
“Are you sore, princess?” He draws me back under the showerhead and we clean up.
“No.” My muscles are a little achy, and I have some mild cramps from my period, but otherwise not.
“Good.” He turns off the shower and hands me a towel. He leaves to go into my room as I finish getting ready.
When I step out, he’s laid out an outfit on the bed for me. He sits on the computer chair, tying his shoes. I pick up the pair of loose jeans and a tight crop top. The jeans are old. Something I would have worn last year.
They’re also comfy. I get dressed and put on some Chapstick and a little makeup before drawing my hair up into a ponytail.
Luke comes up behind me in the mirror and puts his hands on my hips. “I let Eli and Jack know their night has been moved.”
I meet his light blue eyes. “Okay.”
“Date nights are still on though, princess.”
That means Nico and I have a date tonight. What is that even going to look like?
First and secondperiod go off without any weird looks or anyone hitting on my guys in front of me. Which is good because I’m pretty sure today would be the day I go psycho on some girl. My body aches from last night and my insides feel like they’re trying to become my outsides.
Pretty sure Luke put me in these pants because I’m bloated. My mood is crap, but I’m not sure how much snapping at them I can get away with without punishment, so I’ve just kept all my vitriol to myself.
Nico rests his hand on my lower back as we walk into art class. Tanner waits at our table. I’m tempted to ask Ms. Sullivan if I can just go to the nurse’s office for the period. This isn’t going to go well.
If he starts up with the same shit as yesterday, I’m going to go off and not a little—a lot. I might be the one sent to the office.
When I hesitate, Nico leans down. “Do you need me to say something to him?”
Part of me wants him to, but the other part knows that’s a bad idea.
“No. I’ll be fine.”
Nico presses a kiss to my temple, and we split to go to our tables. When I take my seat, I ignore Tanner. If I just pretend he isn’t there, this will go so much smoother.
Ms. Sullivan walks into the room with a huge smile on her face. She walks over to our table.
“Tanner, I hope you’ve learned your lesson about what’s appropriate even in an art class.” She eyes him like he’s a fragile child who needs support.
“Yes, Ms. Sullivan.” Tanner taps on the desk but doesn’t look at me. “I’m sorry for the way I behaved yesterday, Harper.”
I don’t believe him for a second, but it satisfies Ms. Sullivan.
“Good.” She smiles again. “I wanted you both to know that I have a student joining your group. He’ll be in halfway through the period. I think he’ll help balance out your group. But this is your final warning, Tanner. There’s no reason for you to take out your frustrations on Harper. Are we clear?”
Tanner mumbles his assent, but I’m not paying attention.
My brow furrows. Another student? Today?
She goes back up to the front to talk about what we’ll be working on. More independent time to work on our project, but with specific goals for today to make sure we stay on track.
Great. I lean back in my chair and finally glance over at Tanner.
