His hand in my panties, playing with my clit, is making meveryhot and bothered. He may be able to conceal what he’s doing, but I certainly can’t conceal my reactions, especially since he appears to take a lot of pleasure in drawing them out of me. Pinching my clit just when I start to get used to the stroking. Pushing a finger inside me just when I manage to get my poker face back again. And beyond that, his arm around my middle, holding me to him in a very proprietary way, leaves no doubt as to who I belong to.
Him!
The thought of that helps me overcome my embarrassment, and I at last sag against the arm that’s wrapping firmly around me, and allow myself to enjoy his touch.
Of course, he chooses just that moment to withdraw his hand. I look down, my eyes widening as I see my slickness on his fingers, then gasp when he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Surely the other kids in class must know what he’s been up to…no?
Whether they do or not, they’re careful to avert their eyes thesecond his glance sweeps around the room, but they go right back to staring when he pretends to focus on his notebook.
No, not pretends—he’sactuallyfocusing.
“Did you… write all that?” I ask, staring at the pages of neatly-written notes.
“Uh huh. Why?”
Why?
I work so hard in this class with the end result of understanding… absolutely nothing. Meanwhile, he always gives off an air of not caring, but clearly this science stuff comes naturally to him.
“Do you actually understand what we’re learning? About all that cell mitosis crap?”
He shrugs. “I can help you.”
“I didn’t say that I need help—” I start to protest.
“You don’t have to,” he smirks. “I know you do. In pretty much every subject but English.”
“I’m pretty good at history too,” I huff.
“Uh huh.” He doesn’t seem very convinced as he directs his attention once more to the microscope.
“Anyway, Cass said she’d help me,” I remember, glancing around the room. It’s very strange that she isn’t here. She’s been absent the past few days, but I didn’t expect her to miss this class. She’s never missed a single one.
Quill scowls, and the sudden shift in his expression makes me shiver. He can still besoscary.
“Cass isn’t going to do shit,” he hisses. “And if I ever see you talk to her again—” He doesn’t finish, instead letting his words hang threateningly in the air.
“She’s nice,” I argue. Well, okay, not nice. “I mean, she’s the only person who talks to me. I don’t think she really means to insult me, she just lacks social skills. Anyway, she said she’d let me follow along on the experiments in Devil Tower, and…”
I interrupt myself when he turns to me with a much more dangerous glint in his eyes than I’ve seen in him yet. The memories of last Wednesday afternoon suddenly come flooding back. I shift uncomfortably, the space between my legs throbbing as I remember the punishment he gave me after roughly pulling me out of the building. At the time it felt painful and embarrassing, but thinking back, there was definitely something very exciting about getting punished like that by Quill… arealpunishment.
“What was that experiment about?” I ask, licking my dry lips, willing my mind to focus on other, less arousing matters.
He doesn’t answer, seeming far too focused suddenly on jotting down notes.
The sense that something is wrong starts to creep up on me. Clearly, I walked in on something at Devil Tower that I shouldn’t have walked in on. But he was there, and so was Cass, and for that matter, so was Ray’s dad. What the hell were they all up to?
Speaking of Ray… I look around and notice for the first time that he’s missing too. I suddenly feel very cold.
“You didn’t…” I let out a tiny hiccup of a laugh at my ridiculous question. “... kill him, did you?”
At that, his lips twitch. “Not yet.”
Okay, he’s definitely messing with me. Right?
I roll my eyes as I reach the conclusion that he’s joking. Even though he doesn’t look like he is.