Broken Trust: A Dark High School Romance(68)

I shook my head. “Don’t even stress on it. There was hardly any fight, and I managed to crack her in the nose, so I’ll take that as a win.”

Eddy let out a huff. “I should have been there. No more going to the bathroom alone, okay?”

Dylan let out a huff of his own, arms crossed over his chest. He’d barely said a word since busting into the bathroom, and I knew he was mad at himself for letting me get ambushed.

“It’s not your fault,” I said, reaching out to wrap my hand around his arm. “I went on my own, and told you not to worry. In hindsight, it was fucking stupid. I should have left you outside, so I could have at least screamed.”

Not that I’d have given her the satisfaction. I’d rather take the beat down, but if there had been a group of guys waiting for me, then at least I would have had a chance with Dylan. After my almost gang rape, I really had to be smarter about my own safety.

“How much longer can this go on?” I asked softly, my head spinning at everything that had happened recently.

Beck appeared then, moving with deadly grace through the crowds. I recognized that look on his face. “You told, Beck?” I said, narrowing my eyes on Dylan.

He shot me a pair of raised eyebrows and a smirk. “Of course I fucking did. If he found out later and we didn’t mention anything, he would lose it badly. I like my face too much to continue letting him pound on it.”

I must have looked disbelieving because he shook his head. “I’m not sure you realize just how much you mean to him, Riles. He would kill or die for you in a heartbeat. There are not many people in the world on Beck’s list, but you’re one of them.”

My heart was practically bursting from my chest at this point, and I found myself running toward Beck. At that action from me, some of that feral anger in Beck’s eyes faded, and there was a moment of shock. I hadn’t run to him like this in so long, and there was no doubt some sort of symbolic bullshit going on right now. Like … we were moving forward with forgiveness and trust and blah blah.

It all boiled down to one thing: I needed Sebastian Beckett.

His arms closed around me, and some of the darkness inside faded. It was kind of ironic that the darkest guy I knew, was the source of my light. But there you had it.

“Are you okay, baby?”

I nodded against his chest, just taking a second to breathe him in. “Yeah, she just said some asshole things, tried to intimidate me, and then smacked me in the head.”

He stilled. “She hit you?”

Oh shit. That tone was his scary one. “Yeah, but I hit her back, so we’re even.”

“Not even fucking close,” he murmured before he dropped my feet so I landed back on the ground. “Come on, Riles, we’re out of here.”

“School isn’t finished,” I said, letting him lead me along the hall.

“It is for you,” he said shortly, and I turned to see Dylan and Eddy hurrying along behind us.

We took separate cars back home, and Beck drove directly into the underground parking lot.

When he pulled to a stop, he turned in his seat to face me. “I’m sorry I had to leave you today,” he said softly. “On your birthday.”

My lips twitched. “It’s not a big deal. Like I said, my parents never even made it a big deal.” I shrugged, “Besides, you said it was Delta business, right? Not like it was something you could refuse.”

He nodded. “Delta, and … something else.”

That reminded me briefly of what Katelyn had said in the bathroom, but I decided not to push. I would just trust and accept that if he needed me to know, he would tell me.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. I sank into him, only slightly awkward trying to lean across the car. “Never again will you have a birthday that is not a big deal. You deserve so much fucking better than that, Riles.”

Before I could reply, he tightened his hold and somehow yanked me out of my seat and onto his lap without completely smashing my head on the roof. I groaned, immediately pressing my aching body against his.

“Now this is the sort of special surprise I like on my birthday,” I murmured, breathless.

Beck was too tall for us to easily, or comfortably, fuck in his car, but I could tell by the look on his face, that something as insignificant as “no room to move” was not going to deter him. My panties were pushed aside, and his fingers moved inside me in the same instant. I rode them until my body burned and Beck’s lap was wet from me.

Under his pants, there was no underwear barrier, and I wiggled up so I could let his cock free, my eyes greedily devouring the thick length. Sliding down on it, we both groaned, and my head fell back as his fingers bit into my hips, moving me. I started out somewhat graceful, but by the end I was just smashing myself against him, needing more. Needing it to be harder than ever. There was probably going to be a Riley sized dent in the roof from my head, but we were both too far gone to care about that.

“Beck, fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck me harder.”

The look on his face, it was almost my undoing, as an orgasm screamed toward me. He shifted down farther in the seat, which moved our positions and allowed him to hold me up slightly, so that he was now the one slamming up into me. I was immobile, unable to do anything but hold on to him with one hand and the roof with the other.