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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
RAINA
Monday morning rolled around and the guys still had no idea that Maverick paid me a visit. Of course, I didn’t know what exactly had gone down the night they left me alone. They’d gone out on a job that Maverick gave them and came home looking a bit rough. Not one of them had spoken a word about what happened.
Maybe Maverick had asked them to get rough with someone. Or maybe he’d hired someone to get rough with them. They’d all been in such a bad mood that I hadn’t pushed them to tell me anything. I got it. I had a secret of my own.
Gage had insisted that I ride with him to campus in his new car. I didn’t argue. There was no point. Though I’d never admit it to Gage, I felt safer with him. I didn’t trust Maverick not to come after me. He wanted me to turn Havoc against me, to make him hate me and cut me loose. I couldn’t bring myself to do that.
That in itself opened up a can of worms that I didn’t feel ready to address. I didn’t want Havoc to hate me. Maybe I did once. Maybe I never gave a shit before. Try as I might to crush the reality of it, I kind of gave a shit now.
“Hurry up, Raina. What the hell is taking you so long?” Gage paused in the parking lot to glance back at me with a scowl.
I’d stopped to tie my loose shoelace. I glared up at him. “Tying my shoelace, jerk. Is that okay with you?”
“Not really. Make it snappy.” He snapped his fingers at me as if that would make me tie my shoe any faster.
Gage had been in a bad mood since he woke up this morning. Coffee hadn’t seemed to help. Too bad I had to spend most of my classes with him. This was going to be a long day.
“Eat me,” I muttered beneath my breath. Unfortunately, Gage still heard.
He flashed me a warning glare and a dark smile. “Be careful what you wish for, Baby Girl. You just might get it.”
“Whatever. I need to stop in the cafeteria on the way. I want to grab an iced coffee.” Ignoring the eye roll he shot me, I hurried through the parking lot to the school. I didn’t want to be late and have to walk in with Gage while the professor glowered at us.
Luckily, we made it just in time. Gage steered me along to the back row where we usually sat. Like always, he sat right next to me. I sat on the end of the row so there was nobody on my other side.
Gage pulled his laptop out of his bag but didn’t bother to turn it on. Instead, he sat there with a scowl staring at the instructor. We had a guest speaker today. That should be an interesting way to break up the monotony of class. Or so I thought. Gage seemed to have something else in mind.
I very quickly discovered why he’d been so insistent that I wear a skirt today. Usually when any of the guys made comments on what I should or should not wear, I was quick to ignore them. After the weekend we’d all had, I’d chosen to give Gage what he wanted. I wore a black cheerleader style skirt that fell just past my thighs and a white Joan Jett t-shirt.
Once the guest speaker started talking, Gage slid his chair closer to mine. He placed a hand on my knee, gently caressing my leg as he slid higher. I tensed, nervous about where he was going with this. That became all too clear when he continued to grope his way up my leg.
His hand disappeared beneath my skirt. I raised a brow, asking a silent question. Gage merely shrugged. His wandering hand ventured higher until he was stroking me through my underwear. I sucked in a breath and held it. Damn him. Was he trying to get our asses kicked out?
With his other hand, he brought one finger to his lips, motioning for me to keep quiet. Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one with a domineering jerk rubbing him in a class filled with people. Not to mention Professor Harper who’d already slid a few glares our way. What was his deal? Cranky fucker.
Not that Gage cared about any of that. If anything, he’d find it a turn on to be caught. Not me. I imagined the call I’d have to make to my father if I got kicked out of class, or worse, the school. He wouldn’t be too understanding if I got thrown out of another school. Especially if it was because I let one of the Gods feel me up in class.
I didn’t have much of a choice. Gage was insistent. He ran a finger over my clit through the thin cotton of my panties, making my pulse pound harder. He did a great job staring straight ahead at the guest speaker. I doubted he paid much attention though. I knew that I didn’t.
I made a halfhearted attempt at shoving his hand away. Gage resisted, refusing to stop. Hooking my panties with a finger, he slid them aside, giving him full access to my pussy. I was ashamed when he delved between my folds to find me wet for him. Like his ego needed that boost.
A slight grin curved his lips. He dipped a finger inside me, playing in my wetness. Gliding that finger to my clit, he teased me with small circles. My immediate reaction was to squeeze my thighs closed.
He paused long enough to force my thighs apart a few inches, just enough to give him the access he sought. I gave up fighting him, knowing that it would only draw attention. Instead, I kept my focus on the man speaking at the front of the room. Try as I might, I barely heard a word he said.
Gage pressed two fingers inside me, forcing me to suck in a sharp breath. He pumped them in and out of me several times, smiling to himself like the devil. My breath came faster. I focused on taking long, slow breaths. Anything to keep from panting and moaning like a wanton succubus. It wasn’t easy.
He went at my clit again, his wet finger slipping and sliding over it. I clutched the table in front of me with both hands in an effort to stay in my seat. Unlike the first time he’d tried this when he’d stopped, Gage had no intention of stopping. Not until I came on his fingers.
With wide eyes, I shot him a pleading glance. Silently begging him to stop before I let out the moan I fought back with every piece of me. Gage shook his head, his expression darkly amused.
As the pleasure drove higher, I struggled to keep from making a sound. Shit, he was really doing this. Against my will, my hips moved as I writhed against his hand. I pressed a hand to my lips, doing all I could not to whimper and moan. A small squeak of a sound came from me. I quickly turned it into a small cough to avoid drawing attention. Those seated in front of me weren’t that far away. If they turned around and saw me about to come all over Gage’s fingers, I’d be mortified.
Something about being unable to make noise or react in any way made the whole scenario hotter. Sensing my rise to climax, Gage pumped his fingers into me deeper and faster. Then he hit my clit with his thumb, forcing me to hit that peak high and hard.
My pussy clenched tight around his fingers. My body tensed up, every muscle stiff as orgasm racked me. A light sheen of perspiration broke out on my brow.
