Shawn rolled his eyes and accidentally caught Rutledge’s gaze. Suddenly, Shawn could acutely feel the hickey hidden by his turtleneck, the bruises on his thighs, the soreness in his ass.
Rutledge looked away and cleared his throat.
* * *
“Look, he’s come to pick Mila up again,” Christian murmured, motioning with his head as they crossed the parking lot after their classes. “See, I’m not the only one who stares at him.”
Shawn followed Christian’s gaze.
Sure enough, there was a man leaning against a white Lexus, and yeah, he was attracting quite a bit of attention. The guy didn’t even seem aware of all the staring students, looking bored and glancing at his watch from time to time.
“Damn, he’s so gorgeous,” Christian said.
Shawn eyed the guy critically. He really was rather startlingly handsome: tall and dark-haired, with strong, classically handsome features, a firm sensual mouth and striking deep-blue eyes.Yeah, Shawn could understand why Christian was attracted to him, though the guy seemed Christian’s complete opposite: all buttoned-up, serious and proper.
“I dunno, man,” Shawn said. “He looks like he has a stick up his ass.”
Christian wiggled his eyebrows. “Trust me, guys like that are usually the best in bed—kinky and intense.” He sighed. “Damn, why are all the hot guys straight? It’s so fucking unfair.”
Shawn snorted and patted him on the shoulder. “At least you’ll get to see him naked this weekend.”
Christian grimaced. “Like a kid looking in the candy store window.”
Shawn opened his mouth but shut it when a familiar black Mercedes stopped in front of them. The door opened.
“Get in,” said Rutledge, without even glancing at him. He looked as though he was doing something very unpleasant.
“No, thanks, I’ll take the bus,” Shawn said.
“Get in,” Rutledge said again.
Shawn glanced around. They were attracting quite a few curious looks. Shit.
He gave Christian a shrug and climbed into the car.
Rutledge slammed on the gas pedal.
“Are you crazy? Everyone saw us!”
Rutledge was silent, driving at a blinding speed.
“That’s how nasty rumors start!”
Rutledge said nothing.
“Stop fucking ignoring me!”
Rutledge slammed his foot on the brakes.
Before Shawn knew it, Rutledge’s lips were on his and his tongue was in his mouth.
Shawn moaned and kissed back, burying his hands in Rutledge’s thick hair. Oh god, oh god,god.
Chapter 18
The next few weeks flew by in a blur.
Every evening, Rutledge would come over and they would spend hours in bed, having sex until they were completely exhausted and fell asleep entangled in each other. Sometimes they would run into each other in the halls or Shawn would go to Rutledge’s office and straddle his lap and they—
