Page 46 of Inseparable
“If everyone can just calm down,” the principal says, stepping aside. “Please come in, Mr. Morgan. We’re just waiting on Mr. and Mrs. Carter to arrive.”
“Won’t that be fun,” Devin’s dad drawls, turning to look at me one final time. Without invitation, he takes my hand, bringing it to his mouth and planting a sloppy kiss on my skin. I shudder, my mouth turns dry, and my stomach lurches unpleasantly. “What a pleasure it was to meet you again. I look forward to our next encounter.” The grin he gives me is predatory in the extreme, and a rush of unease settles over me.
Devin yanks his father into the room by the elbow, shooting me a panicked look. “I’m sorry,” he mouths.
The principal eyes me with concern. “It’s time you went home, Ms. Ward.”
“I’m waiting for Ayden, and he’s my ride.”
“Mr. Carter won’t be finished for some time. I strongly suggest you make alternative arrangements.”
I risk a peek into the room, and my eyes lock on Ayden’s. He’s hunched over in his seat, looking like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”
Mr. Morgan leans back in his chair, crossing his feet at the ankles and sneering at Devin. Devin stares straight ahead as if he’s looking at nothing.
The clickety-click of heels tapping off the tiled floor alerts us to the arrival of the Carters. “Honey,” Mrs. Carter says, placing her hand on my shoulder. “You should go home.”
I have a sudden urge to bare my teeth and snarl.What’s up with everyone thinking they know what’s best for me?Biting back my frustration, I smile at Ayden’s mom. “I’m waiting for Ayd.”
Finally, everyone leaves me alone, and the door shuts as the meeting resumes. Coach storms out a short while later, shaking his head and looking at his watch. He doesn’t say a word to me as he runs down the corridor. Fifteen minutes later, the door opens and Ayden steps out. I stand up, and he takes my hand. “Let’s get out of here.” He hurries me along the corridor before the others make an appearance.
We don’t speak for ages, not until we’re coasting on the highway, going the opposite direction to home. “Where are we going?”
“I don’t know, but I just need to drive around for a while till I cool down.”
“What happened?”
“We’ve both been suspended for a week.”
“Shit.”
“Dad is fuming, and Coach is pissed at me too especially because he had to ban me from practice tonight.” He slams the steering wheel in frustration, accidentally pressing the horn. “Fuccckkk!”
I put my hand on his knee. “I’m sorry.”
“Screw Devin. This is all his fault.”
I bite my tongue, rubbing his knee in what I hope is a soothing gesture.
Ayden swings the car into the hard shoulder, drawing it to a stop. He leans over, capturing my lips with his, kissing me until I can scarcely breathe. He puts his forehead to mine. “Actually, can we just go to your place and chill out on the couch? You’re all I need, and all I want, right now.”
“Of course, babe.” I trace my fingers along the coarse bristle on his jaw. “Whatever you want.”
After an hour at home, making out like demons on the couch, it’s obvious that Ayden is still full of pent-up energy. I prop up on my elbows, hovering over him while he fondles my ass through my jeans. “We could go upstairs?” I suggest, my eyes boring into his. His hands stall on my butt, and then he jumps up, taking my hand without uttering a word.
Pulling me down on the bed beside him, he kisses me firmly, draping his leg over mine. I palm the bulge in his jeans, stroking him through the denim. Without talking, we shed our clothes, kissing and touching until we’re both naked and panting. Ayden kisses his way down my body, more urgently than normal, nudging my thighs apart as he buries his head between my legs. I wriggle around, gasping when his tongue dips inside me. He works me fast, and I fall over the ledge quickly. Panting, I sit up, shoving him down on the bed. I straddle him, rubbing myself over his erection.
“Lina, babe, I’ve only got so much self-control,” he says, grabbing my hips and lifting me off.
I prop up on an elbow, brushing my hair back off my face as I stare earnestly at him. “I’m ready. I want you to make love to me.”
He grabs my face. “Are you sure? If this is about wh—”
“This is about you and me and me wanting you to be the one to take my virginity. I want you to be my first, Ayden. Please don’t make me beg.”
His expression softens. “You know I’d never do that.”
“Then I want to do this. Now. With you.”
