See Me After Class(70)

“Was that promiscuous?”

“Ugh.” She nudges me away and pushes her hands through her hair. “You’re infuriating.”

“Normally, people are calmer after having an orgasm like you just did.”

“And normally, people have those orgasms in a safe environment, not a classroom. And I can’t believe you didn’t lock the door. Were you hoping for someone to walk in?”

“More fun like that.” I wink. “Didn’t think it’d be Nyema though. That was entertaining.”

Greer points her finger at the door, undeniably upset. “Get out. Get out now. Do not come in here again, do you hear me?”

I move, but not toward the door. I move toward her and back her against her whiteboard. I reach up and cup her cheek, angling her jaw up.

“Don’t be mad at me.”

“I am.”

“Don’t be.”

“I can’t just switch it off like that, Arlo. I’m trying to prove myself at this school, and you’re making that hard.”

“You’re making me hard.”

Growling, she says, “Are you even listening to me?”

I slowly nod and lick my lips. “I am. And I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

Her brow furrows. “Really?”

I chuckle and stroke my thumb over her cheek, trying to tell myself to walk away, that this hold right here, the way my thumb loves rubbing her cheek, it’s too intimate. It’s too much. But I can’t stop myself. I hate that she’s upset with me, that anger resulted from this, rather than lust.

“I won’t fuck you under your desk again. Now, on top of your desk, that’s another story.” I step away and stick my hands in my pockets. I give her a small once-over and say, “You look beautiful today, by the way. And when your face is flushed like that, freshly fucked, it simply adds to your beauty.”

I start to walk away, when she calls out, “Arlo?”

I look over my shoulder.

“You’re forgetting your vibrator.”

“That’s yours, Miss Gibson. I suggest you take it home. You don’t want the air conditioner acting up in the middle of class, do you?”

She purses her lips. “I don’t. But, hey, we need to talk.”

I smirk. “Good luck tonight.”

“Arlo, I’m serious.”

Yeah, I can hear it in her tone, but I’m not ready to talk, so instead, I leave, thinking how that was more satisfying than I thought it’d be.





Chapter Fifteen





GREER





“Didn’t expect to see you here. I saw that you guys won tonight,” Gunner says, breaking the silence in the gym.

From the bleachers, I give him a soft smile and then turn back to my notebook, where I’ve been writing down notes for class, notes that have morphed into realizations . . . feelings . . . and emotions.

I’m conflicted, and there’s only one person to blame: Arlo Turner.

He has me convinced that I want more from him than secret orgasms. He has me feeling like . . . like I could possibly start something more.

And I honestly don’t know how I feel about that.

He’s been so cold toward me, and now, he’s soft at times, dedicated, leading me to believe that he cares about me.

He’s mercurial.

He’s unpredictable.

He’s addicting.

And he’s toying with me.

I desperately want to talk to him, ask him what his intentions are, because even though I’ve been a more-than-willing participant in these one-on-one orgasmic interactions, I also know this is not who I am. I’ve never been the girl to sneak around and search out pleasure, and only pleasure. For me, sex goes hand in hand with intimacy, with a relationship, and even though Arlo makes me feel out of this world, his refusal to let me touch him, hold him, kiss him . . . it pains me.

I’m a lover, a feeler, the girl who not only deserves to be intimate, but demands it when physical attraction crosses over to more.

As Gunner approaches me, I say, “Hey, yeah, we did. I dropped off the van and thought I’d try to catch up on a few thoughts.” I snap my notebook shut, not wanting him to see anything.

“Looks like more than just thoughts. You okay?” He presses his finger between my eyes, smoothing out the furrow in my brow.

“Yeah,” I sigh, but I sound less than convincing.

“Sounds like it.” He bumps his shoulder with mine. “Come on, you can talk to me.”

Ha, yeah, okay.

Let me just talk to one of Arlo’s best friends about how the underwear in the hallway was mine, thanks to Arlo and his sinful mouth.

“I’m really fine.” I shove my notebook into my backpack and zip it up. “I should get going. I’m starving, and that game has taken every last bit of strength from me.”

“Perfect. We were just headed to the bar for some dinner. Why don’t you join us?”

“Who’s we?” I ask, a lift to my brow.

Gunner chuckles. “Just me and Romeo. Don’t worry, you’re safe. Turner has retired to his abode. I know this because that’s what he texted me when I asked if he wanted to grab a beer. Pretentious ass.”