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“Yeah, there’s definitely something about him.” I needed to tell him about Colette and the professor. Now I knew that Beckett hated his stepmom, there was no reason not to tell him.
As we sat at a new table on the deserted fourth floor, I tried to work out how to start.Then Beckett’s phone rang loudly. Thankfully, there weren’t any other students around to disturb. His lips curved as he checked the caller display.
“Your brother. I’m just so popular with the Martinos…I’m an honorary member of the family already.” He grinned at me.
“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t lead with the fact that you’re sleeping with his sister. Asher might fly back here just to punch you.”
Beckett merely raised an eyebrow and answered the call, striding off a little to talk to my brother.
How would we tell Asher? That thought lodged uncomfortably in my throat. Honestly, I had no idea. I wasn’t going to worry about it, though. Sure, my brother was overprotective, but he loved Beckett. He’d be happy for us, right?
Chewing my lip, considering the unlikely possibility that Asher would just smile and shake his best friend’s hand, I went lookingfor a book. Luckily Social Sciences was also on the fourth floor, and I was relieved to see I didn’t have to venture down to where Professor Creepy was working.
“I think we’re the only people on this floor.”
I bit down a screech of fright at Beckett’s unexpected re-appearance and leaned back against the stacks, clamping a hand over my pounding heart.
“I thought you were on the phone,” I accused.
Beckett rounded the end of the stack and approached. “It wasn’t a long chat. You know he’s coming home for Thanksgiving? We have to tell him, Cinderella. I’m not going to hide this. I can’t.”
We were standing side by side, backs against the books. Worry churned in my gut despite my determination not to make a big deal out of the development between me and Beckett. I wasn’t going to let Asher’s reaction taint our new relationship. Neither of us had anything to be sorry about. We hadn’t done anything wrong.
I was imagining Asher’s face at hearing the news, when Beckett pushed off the bookcases and turned to me. Specifically, he trapped me where I was, using his body to hold me in place. His hands landed on my hips, and I jumped with fright.
“Don’t worry about it, Evie. I’ll tell your brother. It’ll all be fine,” he said quietly.
Beckett leaned in and pushed my head to the side, exposing my neck. His lips traced a path from my ear to my collarbone and back again. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and bit down.
Pleasure burst inside me, a surge of wetness pooling at my core at his touch.
“That’s kind of you, but I like you alive. I should tell him,” I argued softly.
“I appreciate your willingness to jump in the fire for me, but it’s my job. I’m the best friend, I’m the one he asked to look after you and keep you away from bad news, like myself…It’s my place. I don’t want you to worry about it. I’ll take care of everything.” His lips brushed my skin with every word.
His thigh wedged between mine. Thanks to our height difference, his leg fit snugly between my inner thighs, right up against my pussy.
“Do you have any idea what you look like in that outfit?”
He licked up my throat in a long, hot stripe that made me burn. He was also moving his thigh slowly and deliberately on my pussy. Sliding it in a motion that rubbed my clit just right.
I gripped his shoulders and shuddered.
“Is this making you wet?” he demanded in a rough whisper. “Tell me, or I’ll check for myself.”
“We’re in public, we can’t?—”
“Tell me, Tiny, or I’m checking. I don’t give a fuck where we are. You’re mine, everywhere we go…This unbelievable body belongs to me, and I’ll touch it whenever I want. Let me hear you say it,” he murmured.
I ground down on his muscled thigh. “You know it is,” I mumbled begrudgingly.
“Hell, yes, I know it is, but I want to hear you say it. Say this is making you wet. SayI’mmaking you wet.”
“You’re making me wet,” I echoed. Admitting that seemed far less terrible than the horror of him stopping.
My eyes drifted shut as his mouth feasted on my collarbone, moving his soft lips along it, pulling aside the top of my uniform. It felt so good it was taking over my brain. I moaned, and Beckett’s hand clamped hard over my mouth, sealing the sound inside.
“Don’t make too much noise unless you want to get kicked out right this second and not in five minutes.” He pushed his thigh harder against me. “You’ve got that long if you want to come, Evie. Ride my thigh, use me like a fucking library chair before we get kicked out of here.”
