Chapter 168. The Ride Back Home I
Maisie
"You sit down!" I snapped at him, which was silly, considering he wasn’t even standing. "You’re being irrational—"
He was glaring at my mouth. "You left the house without informing us—"
"I wasn’t aware I had to inform you of everywhere I went, and Richie brought me to school—"
"I brought you breakfast. I wanted to watch you train. Spend time with you. Instead I walk in and see that bastard kissing what’s mine."
The word "mine" sent a stupid flutter through my stomach. I tried to ignore it. And then he added in what I would have called a sulk if a grown man could sulk, "But clearly, you don’t need me around. You need a fucking babysitter since we can’t leave you alone for five-fucking-minutes—"
I was ticked off again. "I do not need a babysitter—"
" And since when do you wear lipstick anyway?" he grunted, ears and cheeks red. He shoved a black handkerchief at me, the fabric warm and carrying his scent. "Wipe it off. It’s fucking distracting."
"Distracting for who?"
He looked angry again. "How the fuck is anyone supposed to get their work done when you look like that?"
I stared at him, flustered, heart racing for some odd, stupid, irresistible reason. I yanked my hand out of his grip, but he only pulled me closer. "You’re blaming Ryder attacking my lips on a choice of cosmetics that you four purchased for me along with my wardrobe—"
His hand clamped around my arm and he wrenched me onto his thighs, our noses nearly touching, breaths mingling hot and ragged. "The last thing I want to hear after watching that is Ryder’s name, your lips, or any parts of you, in the same sentence."
Amber eyes flicked to my mouth and there was a flicker of arrogant, possessive annoyance again. So I smiled sweetly and licked my bottom lip, balancing precariously on him. "Too bad. I was going to tell you about how good of a kisser he was, and how his tongue felt like—"
Jericho’s hand shot out, gripping my chin firmly. His eyes were blazing. "Keep annoying me, malyshka." He pulled me into him by my waist. "You’re going to regret doing that in exactly one minute."
I opened my mouth to give him a speech about territorial assholes and how he was acting like one when he grabbed me hard by the back of my hair and brought his mouth down in a brutal kiss. I almost pulled away so I could finish my tirade before realizing I wanted the kiss so much more than a fight.
Jericho let out a rough breath, his hands diving under the hem of my top, smoothening over my bare skin.
My skin prickled with heat, even as the aircon blasted cool, leather scented air into the car, and I gasped against his mouth when I tipped and my back hit the seat, sending a stack of papers flying into the ground.
"What is..." I trailed off as I noticed a few red and blue markings over each sheet. "Are those test sheets?"
Jericho hunched over me, his fingers snapping at the band of my combat pants as he yanked it down my hips. "Yes," he growled and I suppressed my moan when he abandoned getting my pants off halfway down my knees and cupped me between my legs.
"Why do you have them?" I asked, running my fingers over his chest. I found that I loved the ripple of his muscles under my fingertips. And the way they rolled when I dug my nails into his skin.
"I substitute, sometimes," he said, and a small pant slipped out of me when he squeezed my breasts through my top.
"You teach?" I echoed. "Why didn’t I know that?"
He sat back against the leather and pulled me onto his lap again, right over his erection, and I knew that even if there hadn’t been a divider between us and Richie, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my moan hidden.
Jericho’s hands gripped my ass, rocking me over him, and his voice was strained when he answered. "Because you’re a first year, and I take the second and third years."
"But you’re a student," I said stupidly, because the ridge of his cock was grinding against my clitoris and my underwear soaked.
"You’re not the only one with a very large brain, Adams." I felt the hint of a stubble on his jaw scrape against my neck as he kissed and sucked my skin. "Plus, teaching has taught me a great deal about patience. It’s how I stay sane with the four of you. You, especially. Though now, I do it purely for the fun of it."
And I suddenly thought about him standing in front of a class and that was all the thought I needed for my insides to clench tight. Goddess, but the thought was sexier than it should’ve been.
"So, next year..." I breathed, the words dissolving into a shaky exhale as his hand shoved between my thighs. Strong fingers fisted the delicate lace of my panties and tore them clean off with one tug. The sharp rip echoed in the confined space of the car, sending a fresh rush of heat flooding through me.
"We’ll be having plenty of private lessons in my office, malyshka," he growled, voice rough with hunger. And without warning, he pushed two thick fingers deep inside me.
Oh, but that didn’t sound like a bad idea at all.
I must have hummed my agreement against his neck, because he rewarded me by thrusting those fingers deeper, stroking me with while his mouth latched onto the sensitive skin just below my collarbone. He sucked hard, groaning against my flesh. "I’ll take that as a yes."
I couldn’t even form words.
My head fell back as his wicked mouth traveled lower, closing over my nipple through the fabric of my bra and shirt. He sucked greedily, teeth grazing the stiff peak until it throbbed, sending sharp pulses of pleasure straight to my core.
My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scraping down the hard muscle as I rocked desperately against his hand.
He pumped in and out of me in a slow, torturous rhythm, letting me grind my heated core against his palm. Liquid fire coiled tighter and tighter in my belly, building toward that sweet, sweet edge.
Then his hand slid into my hair, fisting it roughly as he yanked my head back, forcing my gaze to the roof of the car. His lips brushed my ear, voice dark and commanding. "You’ll come with my cock buried inside you, malyshka. Not a second sooner."