Forgotten Promises (The Promises Series Book 2) (24 page)

“Are you trying to get us caught, Ms. Thomas?”

The way my name rolls of his tongue is so low and gravelly, I think he could probably get me off just talking to me.

“Sorry, you’re kind of making me lose my mind.”

Anyone would think he’d just won the lotto; the smile that overtakes him is smoldering, and he looks pretty smug with himself.

“Princess, I need you so badly right now.”

“Yeah…I think that we need to get the hell out of here and finish this.”

“We’re not going anywhere yet,” he says pushing his hand under my shirt and tracing along the cup of my bra before he tugs it down slightly and pinches my nipple. The shock sends a wave of heat straight to my core, and I have to focus on staying upright. I move my hand and run it over the front of his jeans; he’s straining against the fabric, and it makes me smile to know that I’m affecting him just as much as he is me. His hands run down my body and snake around my back, pulling me tight to his chest while he squeezes and kneads my ass. I revel in the feel of his fingers pushing into my skin. It's at the point of painful pleasure, and I think I’ll die if he doesn’t help me release some of this pent-up sexual frustration. Apparently I’ve turned into a brazen harlot. Sex at school is something I would never have dreamed of in a thousand years. However, I’m pretty sure Ethan could talk me into it with very little effort right now.
God, who am I, and what happened to the quiet nerd?

“Blair?” his voice is strangled as I realize I’ve inadvertently moved his hand to the apex of my thighs.

I want to respond, but the only thing I can manage to do right now is pant into his mouth as his kisses rain down on me.

His hand moves higher, and I’m momentarily embarrassed that he’s pulling away until I feel the skin-on-skin contact of his fingers slipping underneath the waistband of my jeans and panties. He leans back to look at me, his eyes are seeking permission and there’s no way I’m not granting it. I watch in delight as his mouth quirks at the side, and he lets go of my ass with his other hand to put his finger up to his mouth and shush me.
I’m done for.

His fingers slide inside of me so slowly that I have to squeeze my whole body in an attempt to not cry out in ecstasy. He begins moving them unhurriedly, letting my excitement build, and then my eyes snap open as I hear voices approach. I look up at Ethan, panicked, and attempt to move, but he has the most wicked gleam in his eyes as he holds me in place and ups his tempo.

“Nice and quiet baby,” he commands, and I feel myself growing closer to the edge. I’m rattled and turned on as hell. My body begins to tense at my impending orgasm, and he muffles my moans with his mouth, swallowing my cries and heightening the hedonistic wave that consumes me.

I’m pinned to the bookcase, and if Ethan moves, I’ll collapse like the spent mass of limbs and boneless flesh that he’s reduced me to. My eyes flutter before his beautiful face comes back into focus, just in time for me to witness him pull his hand slowly out of my pants and taste his fingers.

Holy shit!

I feel my jaw fall slacken as he steps back and winks at me leaning here, dazed, confused, and completely sated.

“It’s just above your head, Blair,” he says as he reaches for Plato’s
The Last Days of Socrates.

I’m about to ask what he’s been smoking, just as Mrs. Phelps rounds the corner with a student and stops short in front of us.

Oh.

My.

Gosh!

I instantly feel my cheeks ignite, and I mumble my thanks to Ethan, grabbing the book and bolting. He catches up, sniggering at my complete mortification and I elbow him in the side.

“Ouch, just recovering from a car accident…remember,” he breathes in a strained voice, before he laughs as I quicken my pace. “Blair.” He reaches out and grabs the hem of my t-shirt, pulling me back until I bump into him.

“Relax, no one heard or saw anything except me.”

I feel my shoulders drop slightly, and I blow out a long breath. He kisses my temple and laces our fingers together as we walk back to the desks to collect our things. Him with a confident, cocky spring to his step, and me on shaky newborn foal legs.

I’M SURE IT isn’t normal for a hard on to be this painful. Seriously, the look on Blair’s face while I made her come in the library is seared into my brain; I can’t stop picturing her face and the way she clung to me. I’ve been hard for the last twenty minutes solid, which wouldn’t be a problem if we weren’t in the middle of a math class. We were assigned seating at the beginning of the year and I’m between two football players, so sitting here with a tent in my pants is less than ideal. Just knowing she’s somewhere at the back of the room is driving me insane. I’ve regressed to a horny pre-teen, and when I look down to my notes, I notice that I’ve inadvertently drawn a pair of tits in the bottom left hand corner of the page. I need to get a grip, or get laid. Preferably the second. I’m mid-fantasy when my cell starts to ring. I typically don’t have it on silent; Professor Hillman looks like he wants to throw daggers at me as my ringtone blasts out through the otherwise quiet room.

“Mr. Jamison, need I remind you that this is a classroom? You should be well aware of the rules concerning cell phones by now. Turn it off. Immediately.”

The class fills with sniggering and people take the opportunity to talk to their friends at the disruption. Hillman’s pissed as he threatens detention to anyone else that makes a noise.

Great.

His eyes are still set on me, so I nod and switch my phone off completely; the last thing I need is for it to go off again and land my ass in any more trouble.

The hour seems to run so slowly it's borderline torturous. I have no interest in what’s being taught. All I can concentrate on is getting the hell out of here and dragging Blair home with me to finish what we started in the library. The bell sounds and I pack up my books, take out my cell and all but run out of the classroom into the hall where she’s waiting.

“Who was calling in the middle of class?” she asks.

“I didn’t see; I turned it off without looking,” I say, turning my cell on and waiting for it to power up.

“I’m surprised that he went so easy on you; I’ve seen him freak at people for far less than having their cells on.”

“Hmm, what?” I look up, and she’s studying the phone with a curious expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Not sure. My mom’s called me like six times, and texted, telling me to call her ASAP.”

I watch as her face drops, and I know she’s thinking the same thing I am; that something has happened with my dad.
I should only be so lucky
. I hit call and mom answers on the second ring.

“Hey, you’ve been calling—what’s up?”

“Hi, sweetheart. The hospital has been on the phone; your dad has contracted pneumonia, and they want me to head back. It's…well, oh, Ethan, it’s not looking good. I need to catch a flight tonight. Can you come home? I…I have some things I want to talk through with you, and I don’t want to do it over the phone.”

Fantastic; no doubt there’ll be more revelations to add to the clusterfuck that is our life. I don’t want to upset her more than she already sounds. The last thing I want to do is get into an argument with her over the phone in the middle of the school.

“Sure, I’ll be home soon.”

I disconnect the call, and Blair is already leading me out towards the parking lot.

“Did you hear that?” I ask as we step out into the warm breeze. I squint trying to get my eyes to adjust to the light.

“Yeah, come on, I’m coming with you. We need to get out of here quickly before any of my teachers see me ditch.”

“You don’t have to co—”

“Don’t you dare tell me not to come. I’m not arguing about this; I’m in this with you. Now, do you want me to drive?”

“Hell no, Princess. No disrespect, but your driving is scarier than the prospect of what awaits me at home,” I say in a joking tone, and she flips me off.

“Such a lady, Ms. Thomas.”

“Bite me, Mr. Jamison.”

“Is that an invitation?” There’s genuine hope in my voice, and she shakes her head in disgust.

“There’s something wrong with you!”

“Yeah, you’re only figuring this now. Ain’t you supposed to be smart?” I say as I tap her ass and she almost jumps out of her skin.

“Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment,” she sing-songs and attempts to wink. It’s equal parts funny and cute; she looks like she has something in her eye and is pulling a face that’s a lot less than attractive. I think I’ve just discovered the one thing she doesn’t seem to be any good at, and it makes me love her even more.

I’m stunned. I have no idea on what planet she could think that this is a good idea. It’s the last thing I want to do, and Blair agreeing with her has me thrown entirely.

“Ethan, please. Honey this may be your last chance. He requested that I ask you.”

“There’s no way I’m going to see him, Mom. Jesus, have you forgotten the reception I got the last time I tried to see him in the hospital? He freaked. I can’t believe you’re even asking this of me.”

“Baby,” Blair interrupts and fixes me with a steady gaze. “I really think that you should consider it. It might give you closure. If not, at least you won't go through life regretting not saying what you wanted to him, or asking him the questions burning at the back of your mind. I know it’s a totally different scenario, but I never got the chance to say goodbye to my father, and I wish every day that I had. Because the last words I ever spoke to him were a complaint that he’d woken me up too early. If I’d had any idea that he was going to suffer a massive heart attack that morning, there are so many things I would have told him. Whether the things you want to say to your dad are good or bad, make sure that you can live with the decision never to speak them.”

I rest my head in my hands and curse the fact that I know she’s right. I don’t want to see him, at all. But that’s only how I feel at this point in time. Who knows how I’d feel later on?

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?” Mom and Blair both say in unison.

“I’ll come with you,” I say to Mom and her eyes instantly well. Blair looks over and mouths I love you. It doesn’t make the feeling of nausea at talking to the asshole go away, but it does give me a strange sense of peace every time she speaks those words to me.

“I’ll book us on the six-thirty flight. I’m not sure how long we'll be staying, so pack for a few days, okay?”

A few days—shit. I thought I’d get there, talk to him and fly back the same night.

“Come on, Princess, you can help me pack.”

We get to my room and Blair closes the door before pushing me down onto my bed and straddling my lap. I’d be way more excited about our position if she weren't looking at me like she felt sorry for me.

“I’m proud of you for doing this; I just wanted you to know that,” she says as she pushes me backward and rests her head over my heart.

“You know, I could always come with you if you wanted me to.”

“I love that you offered, but I think I’d rather do this by myself.”

She lets out a long soft sigh and asks if I’m sure. I plaster a fake smile on and tell her absolutely; only it’s a huge fucking lie, because I’ve never been more unsure about anything in my whole goddamn life.