Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(114)

“Silas?” I ask, completely off guard.

When he pulls away and I see his handsome face, partially hidden behind sunglasses, I nearly squeal.

“Oh my God, what are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d spend the morning with you since I don’t have to be at the airport until later.” He glances up and nods. “What’s up, Ross?”

“Hey, Silas. Risky coming to a campus where you’re worshipped.”

Silas just shrugs and then brings his lips to mine. “Surprised?”

“Yes,” I say, still trying to grasp that he’s here, with me, at my school. “I have to go to class, though.”

“I know. Figured I’d just go with you, then take you out to lunch. You good with that?”

The corners of my mouth tilt up. “I’m perfect with that.”

“Good.” Silas loops his arm over my shoulder, and together, we all walk. “How are things with Rivers?” Silas asks Ross. “He doesn’t talk much in the locker room.”

“Things are great,” Ross says, that ever-present smile on his lips whenever Ian is mentioned.

“Ian is a real daddy . . . if you know what I mean,” I say, causing Ross to push at my shoulder. “What?” I ask. “It’s true.”

“You don’t need to tell Silas that.”

“Sorry to say, whatever I know, he probably knows,” I reply.

“So you two actually talk? That’s shocking since Silas’s dick is always down your throat.”

Silas nearly chokes on his own saliva as I laugh. “I’m a good listener.” I wink.

Ross leans forward so Silas can see him, and he says, “And just so you know, since we’re spilling secrets here, congrats on the piercings, Silas. She is positively infatuated with them.”

Silas lets out a deep chuckle. “So I’ve heard.”

We make our way through the crowd of students, and I don’t know if it’s because no one’s paying attention or Silas did a good job covering himself with a hat, glasses, and hoodie, but we go undetected. When we reach the classroom, thankfully, it’s a larger one, so we can sit in the back.

When we sit down, I notice just how big Silas is for the seat, his shoulder expanding into my space, but I welcome the comfort of having him near.

As I take out my laptop to take notes, I say, “Now, no distracting me. Got it?”

“How would I distract you?”

“Uh, touching, talking . . . breathing.”

“You don’t want me to breathe?” he asks, a raise to his brow.

“It will remind me how you breathe in my ear when you’re ready to come. There will be none of that.”

“You have to let him breathe,” Ross says. “Having a giant hockey man pass out in the middle of class will bring more attention than you want.”

“Fine,” I huff. “You can breathe, but that’s it.”

“Understood,” he says. “And just to clarify one more time, there’s a strict no-touching policy?”

“Very strict.”

“No handholding?”

“Would that be touching?” I ask him.

“Yeah.”

“Then no . . . no handholding. Just sit there and try not to turn me on.”

He stretches his arms in front of him and says, “I can’t make any promises since I’m so alluring to you, but I’ll try.”

“The cockiness is actually making me dryer by the second.”

“Can we not?” Ross asks as he sips his coffee. “I don’t want to think about your wet nether regions.”

“I sure as hell do,” Silas says.

I point at him. “That’s exactly what not to do. No comments like that. Just sit there and be quiet.”

The professor walks in before I can shoot off any more warnings to Silas. Class starts, I prep my notes with a header, and just as the professor starts talking, a text message pops up on my computer.

Silas: You look really pretty.

I glance over at him, and he points to the front of the class and whispers, “Pay attention.”

I roll my eyes and focus up front even though I can smell his addicting cologne waft toward me every time he shifts.

I start typing something the professor said when another text pops up on my screen.

Silas: That sweatshirt looks hot on you too.

My nostrils flare, and when I glance in his direction, he points at the front again.

He’s in so much trouble.

So instead of turning toward him, I type him back.

Ollie: What happened to no distractions?

Silas: Can’t a guy tell his girlfriend he thinks she’s pretty?

Ollie: Not when she’s trying to pay attention in class. This might be how you acted when you were in school back in the day, but not me.

Silas: Using the term “back in the day” will get you spanked, and you text me all the time from class, so don’t try to be Miss Studious just because I’m here.

Ollie: Threatening me with a spanking? Oh no, I’m shivering in my boots.

Silas: I can taste your sarcasm it’s so heavy.

Ollie: Do you really think a spanking is a punishment? You know I only get wetter when you slap my ass.

Silas: Fine . . . then your punishment will be no fellatio.