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After my dad caught Ace and me making out in the foyer of Ace’s house, he didn’t hesitate to complain about it to my mother.
My siblings found out soon after. The whole family—except for my father, who immediately went to sulk in his office—was overjoyed.
My younger brothers were especially excited, taking the news to mean that Ace was going to be coming over even more, if that were even possible. He was already at my house every day.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about people at school finding out, but when we stepped into the hallway on Monday morning, Ace decided he wanted everyone to know and smashed his lips against mine.
It was an extremely possessive and territorial act, and I probably should have been disgusted by it, but hell if I didn’t love it.
Plus, it meant I put my own claim on him at the same time.
It felt so unbelievably good to finally be able to say that Ace was mine. It felt right.
My only complaint was the sheer number of PDAs.
Usually, I didn’t mind Ace touching me. In fact, I loved it.
But that first day we were officially a couple, he got into the strange habit of touching me every time we were surrounded by people. Even in class, his hands found me under the desk.
Away from school, it was even more intense. Let’s just say Ace made good on his offer to put his head between my thighs every day.
And then some.
But as much as I was enjoying exploring the new boundaries of our sexual relationship—and trust me, I was enjoying it—it was also getting ridiculous.
I was in a near-constant state of horniness, only ever thinking about how I could pleasure Ace and he could pleasure me.
I craved him so much that it had to be more than just teenage hormones. I felt like I was going insane.
“Ace,” I chided, elbowing him in the gut when he licked the skin behind my ear.
I was trying to record when the color of the liquid changed in the glass for our science lab, but due to Ace’s incessant, wandering hands, I couldn’t concentrate.
He stood behind me, his front flush against my back, his hands on my hips and waist. He kept pressing his nose into my hair and skimming it up my neck, and then nipping and licking my ear.
I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, but the rest of the class seemed to be minding their own business.
Still, I could feel myself turning bright red with embarrassment. “Aren’t you going to help me with this? Or are you just going to stand there, watching me do all the work?”
Ace chuckled. “I’m helping.” He pressed his lips against my shoulder, causing me to regret my choice to wear a tank top. “See?” He lifted a beaker and poured one solution into the other.
“And you just ruined the experiment.” Exasperated, I looked down at the instructions we were supposed to be following, noting that he had just skipped four steps.
“Oh, no!” Ace feigned an expression of remorse. “Not the experiment.”
I rolled my eyes. Ace had never taken school seriously. It was a miracle he still got such good grades.
I glanced up at our teacher, Mrs. Barlowe, checking to see if she was watching us.
Thankfully, she was across the room, helping another student.
I liked her. Mr. Callahan had unexpectedly gone on leave, which I thought was strange given there were less than two months before the end of the school year.
Still, I wasn’t complaining. My science grade was shooting up now Mrs. Barlowe was our teacher. She even allowed me to retake the midterm and gave me an A-Minus.
I owed my 4.0 GPA to her, and my goal to go to college was suddenly alive again.
“When do you think Mr. Callahan is coming back?” I asked Ace. Hopefully, he wouldn’t return before finals. I’d much prefer to take the final exam while Mrs.
Barlowe was our teacher.
Ace’s chest rumbled against my back as he spread his hand over my stomach. “I wouldn’t worry about him. I heard his family emergency is pretty serious. He won’t be back for the rest of the year.”
Some of my dread dissipated. It sucked Mr. Callahan was going through something, and I hoped it would resolve itself, but I was glad to finish my senior year with teachers who actually liked me.
Now, I just had to stay on Mrs. Barlowe’s good side.
Ace wasn’t helping with that!
His lips were still on the bare skin of my shoulder, and his possessive hold was causing a strange feeling in the bottom of my stomach. His body against mine was heating me from the inside.
I wanted— needed—more contact.
Ace stiffened. He moved his nose over the bump on my neck and inhaled deeply. A steady pulse started up between my legs.
Oh god. Now is not the time for this.
“We should…” I licked my lips. “We should probably start the lab over.”
Ace hummed absently in agreement but then growled when I tried to step away.
“No.”
I looked up at him. Ace was usually possessive, yes, but not letting me walk five feet from him to grab a new beaker was a whole other level. Something was off.
“Is this about this morning?” I asked.
Ace raised a brow. “What about this morning?”
I’d had a dirty dream about him. Ace had been sitting in an armchair while I was kneeling between his legs. I’d slowly undid the zipper of his pants while he watched me with dark, hungry eyes.
He reached down and petted my hair for encouragement before explaining exactly how he wanted me to wrap my lips around his hard cock.
I was just about to follow his orders when Ace had woken me by sliding his fingers into my panties.
He’d toyed with my pulsing clit before kissing his way down my body and licking my wet slit for several long minutes, at last bringing me to orgasm.
Twice.
If we hadn’t needed to get ready for school, I’m not sure he would have stopped. I sure as hell didn’t want to. I was more than ready to return the favor and make the dream I’d had a reality.
Maybe that was why Ace was acting so weird now. Maybe he knew I had been dreaming about him. He had always been so good at reading me and knowing what I was thinking.
And then he helped me without asking for anything in return.
“Jesus, your scent, Doe,” Ace groaned. “It’s killing me.”
“What’s wrong with my scent?” I sniffed my shirt but didn’t smell anything out of the ordinary.
Instead of answering me, Ace raised his hand and got the attention of Mrs. Barlowe, who instantly made her way over to us.
“Doe and I have to go.”
“Go?” Mrs. Barlowe glanced between us, looking nervous.
“Yes. We have to go,” Ace repeated sternly.
I didn’t get the chance to question him before he started pulling me toward the door.