Breaking Him (Love is War #1)(75)

With a quiet groan, he started kissing me back, his hands going to my hips.

After a few beats he pulled back with a curse, “Jesus, what’s gotten into you? Not here.”

He wouldn’t let me move my hips, but I was brushing my breasts lightly into his chest, back and forth, over and over.

“Not f*cking here,” he gritted out. “Guys!” he barked at the jocks he called his friends these days. “Give us a minute, will you?”

They left and the girls that were with them followed, Tiffany sending one long, steady stare my way before she joined them.

I met the stare, pressing my body harder against Dante. Mine, I told her silently. My man, my territory.

“What was that?” His voice was quiet and incredulous.

I glared up at him. “What? Are you embarrassed of me? I’m pretty sure everyone at this school knows we’re together.”

That pissed him off royally, I could tell. His hands tightened on my hips and his eyes shot daggers at me. “You know better. Don’t say shit like that. And yeah, of course everyone knows we’re together, but look at you right now. The f*ck me look on your face, grinding on me in broad daylight in front of a crowd? I don’t want other guys seeing you like this. I don’t want them to have this picture of you in their head when they’re fantasizing about you because I know that every f*cking one of them does. The *s can use their imagination; they don’t need a picture like this.”

I was sure he was right about at least one of them. The way Nate looked at me, even just before the guys had cleared out, the gaze he’d cast my way, one of sheer longing, I was well aware I was the star of his fantasies.

“I think Nate is in love with me.” I had a habit of goading his jealousy, because I couldn’t get enough of it.

“I think so too. Try to go easy on him, will ya?”

“Aren’t you jealous?” I was pouting. That was hardly the reaction I’d been expecting.

“No. I trust you, and I don’t honestly think he can help it. I know I can’t.”

I pulled his head down to me and started kissing him again.

After a few drugging moments, he pulled back again.

“I need you,” I said into his ear.

“Jesus, Scarlett, we have class in like five minutes.”

“You can’t skip one class to give your girlfriend what she needs?” I breathed.

For that, he crowded me into the locker. “Oh, I’ll give my girlfriend what she needs all right, but I highly doubt we’ll only miss one class, and just for the record, I’m a little disappointed in her.”

“Why?”

“She hasn’t spoken to me for two days because she’s jealous when she, of all people, has no right to be jealous.”

I pulled back to look at him. “I don’t?”

“You don’t. No right at all. Other girls, other people, aren’t even on my radar. I don’t notice them. I don’t see them. I don’t care about anybody but you and you know it.”

With a coquettish smile, I took his hand and led him out of the building.

We walked through the parking lot and then into the woods. The elementary, middle school, and high school were all just minutes from each other, and all of them backed against the same large stretch of forest. It was a longer walk through the woods to get home than it used to be when we were younger, but still only about twenty leisurely minutes.

“Where should we go?” he asked me. “Dammit, I should’ve driven today.” His brain had gone into full-on rut mode.

“The forest,” I decided. Usually we went to my grandma’s house. I hated that place, but it was always abandoned until the evening so it was too convenient not to use.

He grunted, not sounding pleased with the idea, but when I started pulling him, he didn’t resist.

We didn’t make it far, maybe five minutes in before we were all over each other.

“We need to walk the rest of the way,” he told me between drugging kisses. “I don’t have any condoms on me.”

“You don’t? Why the hell not?”

“Because normally I don’t need them at school, and I especially didn’t think I’d need them today with the way you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder.”

“Whatever. It’s fine. You can just pull out.”

He groaned and started kissing me again, but quickly pulled away. “We’ve discussed it, and you know that doesn’t work. You need to get on the pill and until then, condoms.”

I started rubbing him with my hand through his jeans. “Just once won’t hurt. I want to feel you bare.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, yanking away from me.

I smiled and turned around, unsnapping my cutoff shorts and pushing them off.

“What are you doing?” he asked me when I went down on hands and knees.

I straightened, shrugged my shirt off, then my bra and lowered again. “I’ll let you guess,” I told him.

He cursed and cursed, but it wasn’t long before I heard him taking off his clothes, and then I felt him behind me, his chest against my back.

He kissed my neck. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. You could talk me into anything.”

“It’ll be fine,” I assured him. “Just pull out, okay?”