Page 45 of Reign of the Queen
"Let?" Yeah, I am not sure I would use that word exactly." I rub my fingers across my mouth, Mia's musky pussy scent lingering on them.I think that's about to become my new favorite smell.
"Oh boy, wait till she realizes you marked her, dick. She's gonna beat your ass." Finn reaches across the table and whacks the back of my head. "I said to be a gentleman, not maul her."
To mess with Theo further, I take my fingers and position them in front of his nose. "Know what that is, brother?" I question with a sarcastic laugh.
"Your dirty ass fingers?" He goes to push them away from him.
"Take a sniff; they smell like victory and Mia's fine grade A pussy." I look from one king to another to watch their reactions.
"She let you touch her?" Mateo's shocked question comes out as a rumble.
I nod, turning back to see Raegan and Mia standing in the middle of the cafeteria, holding up traffic behind them. Mia's rubbing her neck, and Raegan looks like she might spit fire at me.
The minute Mia realizes I've marked her. She stalks toward me, fury evident on her face, Raegan trailing behind her. Her furious gaze turns to me in accusation. Oh shit, she does not look happy.Like I knew she wouldn't, but my irrational brain did it anyway.
"You needed to behave like an animal, couldn't fucking help yourself, huh?" She slams down her tray on the table in front of me—her soup sloshing everywhere and salad half on her plate, half on the table.
"Babe, it just happened." I raise my hands in surrender. Trying for the cutest, helpless puppy look I can manage.
"Just happened, my ass," Raegan mutters under her breath and sits down at her seat between Mateo and Finn.
Mateo and Finn are both grinning in satisfaction in my direction.
Mia reaches over and grabs a chunk of my hair from the top of my head, using it to pull me closer to her and out of the seat I'm occupying. Once my ass hovers and her grip is yanking out strands of hair, she elbows me out of the way and takes my seat.
"You’re an ass Carter, don't ever mark me again." She ignores me and starts in on her half-empty bowl of soup.
I look from her back profile to Theo, who is watching her eat with a passive look on his face. I guess I'm getting my own lunch then. "At least she didn't knee me in the balls," I mutter to myself as I turn away and bypass the lunch line to grab something to eat.
"Girl, what was that about?" Raegan leans into me so we aren’t being overheard by everyone else in the cafeteria line.
Not that with the space they're actively putting between them and us, it would be easy to overhear what we are saying. I give a first-year student in line behind us a deadly look, and he takes a step backward right into the person behind them. My aggravation at myself rises for allowing things to get out of hand with Carter in that classroom. My pussy clenches at the memory of his fingers deep inside of me mere moments ago.Fuck that felt so good, and so dangerous.
"Just putting the pieces in play as we discussed." I grab a tray from the dispenser and start moving through the line, adding a garden salad, veggie soup, and fruit to my plate. I contemplate the brownies they're serving today. I'm feeling a kind of savage energy; maybe I should indulge?
"Did you get a hold of your sister last night?" Raegan asks while reaching across for the brownie I was admiring.
It's irrational for me to feel jealousy at her slim frame, but I do anyway. This chick can literally eat whatever she wants, never do a lick of exercise, and yet always looks like that. I eat that brownie, and I know I will be running tonight, my big ass running with me. Fuck it, as good as it looks, it's not worth it.
I immediately chastise myself for my bitchy thoughts about Raegan. My insecurities are my own problem. I know how to make healthy choices and now have access to the best food, dieticians, and personal trainers. I'm responsible for how I eat and how I react to food. I'm still a work in progress, and my insecurities and body dysmorphia creep up all the time. I must remember to work through it instead of falling back into old, shitty habits.
"Yeah, I got a hold of her last night. She's looking into who might have given them the information. She swears it was only one guy who used to deal to her that she hooked up with. She didn’t know she was being recorded."
I tighten my hold on the tray in anger and remembrance of how miserable that whole phone call was with Isabella. Her denying and then making excuses for the coke, me wondering if I could reach through the damn phone and throttle her—all the while worrying about what my grandmother will do to her if she finds out about the drug use. Never mind the supposed video of her getting railed by her dealer. Stella Stratford has no mercy, not even for her beloved granddaughters. I should know; I learned everything I know about being ruthless directly from her.
"Mmm, what about the other stuff?" Raegan asks with an ashamed look.
I give her a shake of my head and a look to knock that shit out, we may be faking that I’m mad at her right now, but nothing could be further from the truth. She is and will always be my ride or die. I love this girl and will always do anything for her. "Your tuition was paid in full for the remainder of the year through one of our shell companies as of this morning; nothing to track your family to mine. Grandma is working on getting your dad transferred to an all-boys school in upstate Maine. Far away from you, your mom, and more importantly, the hell away from Samantha Highpark. Personally, I would love to send his ass to the middle of the Siberian wilderness, but grandmother assures me he will be watched and his life made miserable where he's going."
That had been one rough conversation with my grandmother, who, let's face it, wanted to let Mr. Dunnville hang for sleeping with an underage female student. It took pleading and negotiations to get her to help me hide the mess, and now I'll be spending a whole weekend in Aspen in the very near future with grandmother.Fun fucking times…not.
"He'll be gone by the end of next week." I let out a deep sigh.
"I told my mom last night. She denied it, then broke down and cried. She had suspicions something was happening but never believed it could be with a student; she thought he was sleeping with one of the teaching staff." Raegan sniffs, trying to hold back the emotional roller coaster she's been on in the last twelve or so hours.
"No offense hun, but it would have been better if that had been the case." I shrug. I want so badly to wrap her in my arms and squeeze her tight, but I can’t with all these vultures watching my every move.
"I know Mia. I want to kill him; I’m so ashamed, and my mom is devastated. Neither of us could look at him yesterday. Mom wanted to confront him and throw his cheating ass out, but I wouldn't let her. We are terrified of what will happen if everyone finds out. My mom's convinced she's going to get fired, too."
