Page 104 of Web of Lies
Seger’s grumpy, sleepy ass walks me through the maze. I don’t even think his eyes are open anymore. He’s leaning on me like a crutch, grumbling every time his body bounces off a hedge. Each time I come through here, I notice the other kids less and less. The moans and groans are still present, but I tend to tune them out.
“You’re going to have to wake up, ya know?” I say, poking him in the side.
He murmurs something, leaning on me and throwing me off balance.
“Bastard,” I grumble back, righting him again. “You’re like a huge drunk coming back from the bar. Are your eyes even open?”
He sighs. “You kept me up last night and not in the fucking sexy way. Well, I mean, your hacking is a major turn-on, but still. I’m so damn tired. I barely made it through history. That boring bastard droned on and on and on. I’m pretty sure I was snoring.” He tightens his fingers on my waist.
“You want me to wake you up?” I grin, knowing exactly what to say to perk him up.
“Hmm, Kace, please,” he moans, holding me against him.
“Fine, I’ll—” A shriek dislodges when he pushes my body through the thick, scratchy bushes, pulling me to the soft ground.
“You were saying?” he asks, with a mischievous glint in his eyes
A shit-eating grin greets me from above. He cocks his head, placing his elbows on either side of my head, caging me in.
“I was going to offer you some coffee, but now there are leaves in my hair.” I laugh as his warm lips kiss the corners of my mouth.
“I can bathe you later,” he teases, kissing down my jaw.
“Bathe, huh?” My murmur turns to a groan.
The warmth of his tongue slides over my ear lobe, clenching my stomach. Every time these guys get me in this position, the hungrier I become. I want to give in to their touches and advancements because I want them as bad as they want me.
“You’re so delicious,” he groans in my ear, grinding his growing hard-on into my core.
My school skirt falls open as my legs widen for him. Electricity crackles against my flesh, my pussy convulsing with need. I want him to bury his face in me again. I want to feel his tongue slide between my folds. Again, and again.
“So, fucking deliciously perfect, you are so fucking….” My eyes pop open at the sound of a very familiar ringtone spilling out of my messenger bag. Worst timing ever.
“Seger,” I rasp. Putting a hand on his chest, I push a little, so he backs off, which he does immediately. Relief spills through me as he lifts his head. His eyebrows are high into his longer locks, checking me over.
“You, okay? I didn’t go too far, did I? I fucking…” My finger lands on his lips, shaking my head.
“You’re perfect, and you just proved it even more.” A smile falls on my lips as I reach up and peck his lips. “I’m just getting a phone call, and I have a feeling it will not be an enjoyable experience.” I sigh.
He nods his head but does not move. In fact, he reaches into my bag himself and stares at the screen, swallowing hard. “For the record, I’ve seen this guy before, and he’s fucking scary. What the fuck is he going to do when he meets me? Us? Oh God, he’s going to fucking murder us, isn’t he?” His eyes widen in horror at the thought of meeting my father, and to be honest, I never thought about it. How would my father react if this relationship with them progressed further and I, in fact, brought three guys home? Like ‘hey dad, these are my boyfriends.’ Huh. Boyfriends…
Seger doesn’t move an inch as I bring the phone up to my ear and cringe. My father’s deep, authoritative voice echoes through the phone. “Kaycee, what the hell is going on now?” He bellows in my ear.
“I—”
“First, you get a fine for a drawing on your door you insisted you didn’t do. And now this? What happened?” His anger seeps through the line, my body tensing.
“Someone broke into my room,” I say, staring into Seger’s worry-filled eyes. I’m not sure why, but staring up at him, and feeling the pressure of his body on mine, is comforting. It’s like a weighted blanket for my anxiety, and instead of drowning in my fear, I’m soaring in comfort—Seger’s like a cloud absorbing my hurt.
“Someone broke into your room and destroyed it?” My father asks, trying to build a better picture of what happened.
“Yes, that’s exactly what happened. I even caught them on camera, Dad. I tried to tell the headmaster, but he accused me of photoshopping them.”
My dad huffs in anger on the other line. “Accused you? I think that prick has it out for you, and this fine? That’s five-thousand dollars, Kaycee Addison Cole.” He snarls into the phone like it’s my fault. But I know my father. He’s only working these thoughts out loud, and he’s not laying blame on me. “I’m going to pull you out of that shit hole school. If that principal thinks he can pull this shit on the Coles, he’s sorely mistaken.” He growls into the phone again, and I can feel it in my head.
“No!” I shout, jarring Seger, as he holds onto me tighter. His eyebrows furrow, lips creasing into a frown. “Please, just—don’t pull me out. I have friends here.” I search Seger’s eyes, easing some worry roaring through them. “I like it here,” I whisper into the phone, rearing my vulnerability.
“You—you like it there?” he hesitates, cursing under his breath. “They’ve vandalized your room, your door.” Fuck me, I forgot about my car.
