And my groin.
Looking back at me is where she made her mistake. It slows her step, throws her off when she realizes just how close I am. Her hesitation gives me the advantage, and I grab hold of her, sliding my arms around her waist from behind and yanking her off her feet.
She howls, her curled fists coming back and nearly connecting with my balls, smacking me in the thigh instead. “Put me down!”
“Sshh,” I whisper near her ear, tightening my hold on her as she thrashes about. She’s so damn angry, I can feel the vibration just beneath her skin. “Calm the fuck down.”
“Let me go!” She pushes against my hold and I shift my right arm upwards, readjusting my grip. Her tits press against my forearm, lush and full, and I wonder what she looks like naked.
She stomps her foot on top of mine, making me curse. Of course she chooses today to wear the damn Doc Martens.
Those things should be labeled as weapons.
I loosen my grip and she makes her move, trying to lunge out of my arms. I slip my hand beneath her uniform jacket, cupping her right tit.
Wren goes completely still, her breathing ragged, her chest rising and falling. I don’t let go of her.
It’s like I can’t.
“Wh-what do you want from me?” Her voice trembles. Her entire body is shaking.
And it’s all my fault.
“What do you think?” My tone is dark. Suggestive. From the way I’m touching her, she can figure it out.
Though that’s not what I want.
Not right now.
“Crew!”
I glance over my shoulder to find Ezra approaching, his brows lowered in question. I shake my head once, glaring at him, and he takes the hint, turning on his heel and heading back toward where Malcolm stands. Far enough away from us that they can’t hear.
But they can watch.
“Let me go, Crew. Please,” Wren pleads, her voice full of agony. I see it written all over her pretty face as it nearly crumples with pain.
Fear.
“Afraid I’m gonna have to keep tabs on you, Birdy, after what you just saw.”
“I won’t say anything,” is her immediate response.
“Better not. We can’t afford to get in trouble this late in the game. It’s zero tolerance here, baby.” I give her breast a gentle squeeze and a whimper escapes her. “Even with Lancasters. They find out I’m smoking a blunt on campus, I’m out.”
Wren remains quiet, her body convulsing with shivers.
“There’s a lot of power in your hands right now.” I dip my head closer to her ear, my lips practically brushing her flesh. “You could ruin me.”
She shakes her head, her silky hair brushing my face. “I-I won’t ruin you. Or your friends. I didn’t even really see what you were doing.”
“Liar.” I drop my other arm so it bands across her hips, directly across the front of her skirt. It would take nothing for me to slip my fingers beneath it and touch her. “You saw us.”
“You were smoking—something.”
Come the fuck on. She had to know exactly what we were smoking. “You’re going to have to forget what you saw.”
“O-okay.”
“You have to promise, Birdy.” My hand slides down, toying with the hem of her skirt.
Wren whimpers. “Please don’t hurt me.”
Oh Jesus. She thinks I want to hurt her? In the middle of campus at lunch? “I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want.” I let my lips tickle her earlobe, making her shiver. “I’m pretty persuasive when I want to be.”
“You’re disgusting,” she spits out.
“You’re telling me if I reach beneath your panties right now, you won’t be wet for me?” I don’t believe it. She might be scared of me, but she’s also aroused. I swear I can smell it on her. Sharp and fragrant.
Intoxicating.
A low, frustrated moan leaves her. “Stop saying things like that.”
“Why? Because it goes against everything you believe in? Or because you like it too damn much?” I streak my thumb across the front of her tit, wishing she didn’t have on such a heavy bra, so I could tell if that nipple was hard or not.
“Both,” she admits.
So softly, I almost didn’t hear her.
It’s my turn to be surprised. “Really, Birdy?”
She doesn’t respond. Her breathing is still rapid, and tremors wrack her body, but she doesn’t seem as scared as she was only a few minutes ago.
I decide to push my luck.
“I would never hurt you.” I nuzzle her hair, breathing deep the sweetly floral scent of her shampoo. Damn this girl smells good. “Unless you like it that way.”