Bad Judgment (25 page)

Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean back in my seat. “Then same goes. Because you didn’t exactly push Kristy Horner off you in the elevator.”

“That’s not the same—”

“Bull. Shit.” I emphasize both syllables.

“She fell into me.”

“On purpose.”

“And?”

“And I didn’t like it.”

Ryker leans forward, propping both elbows on the table. “And I didn’t like watching some guy you barely know put his lips on you. I’ve never been the possessive type before, but when it comes to you, I want to drag you away from any guy who tries to touch you. Fuck, Justine, there aren’t two minutes that go by when I don’t want to drag you away, period. Get you alone. Make sure that sweet little pussy is wet and ready for me.”

My eyes widen at his words, and my body reacts predictably. How can it not when he’s staring at me like that? And his possessiveness? Why does that make me even hotter?
I shouldn’t like it
.
I shouldn’t be this thrilled that he feels this way
. But I can’t help it. I am. The flare of heat in his eyes says that he knows it too.

“You love it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you, baby?”

His low, husky words jerk me out of my slide into lust. “We’re in the library. We can’t talk like this here.”

Ryker glances to the little window in the private room and back to me. “No one can hear us, and what’s more, no one will be able to see what I’m about to do.”

Oh. Hell.

He stands and flips the lock on the inside of the door before grabbing my backpack and pulling out my laptop, opening it on the table in front of me. Next, he pulls out my casebook and sets it beside the keyboard.

“You’re going to look like you’re studying your little heart out if someone looks through that window. They’re going to have no idea that I’m eating your pussy until you’re ready to scream. But you’re not going to scream—you’re going to bite your lip and let that orgasm rip through you, and no one is going to be the wiser. After, you’re going to go to class, your pussy ready for my cock, and then I’m going to take you home, make you sit across the table from me while we both do all of our reading. I’m going to feed you before I fuck you all night and you can scream as loud as you want.”

I’m not sure he needs to say anything else, because I’m ready. I’ll do whatever he wants as long as he gives me everything he says he will.

“Now, pick up your highlighter and start your reading. I’ve got work to do.” And he ducks under the table and disappears from sight.

Today I opted for comfort over fashion, going with black leggings, black boots, and a tunic-length gray sweater. Simple, but it works.

Ryker doesn’t waste any time tugging my leggings down and smoothing my sweater along my leg so there’s no visible skin.

Is he really going to . . .

Cold air hits my bare skin as he tugs my panties aside.

“Fuck, you’re already wet, baby. I’ve been dying to taste you since yesterday.”

My grip on the highlighter tightens, and I stare blankly at the words on the page in my casebook, pretending to concentrate as the first swipe of his tongue laves me from bottom to top.

Oh God. I can’t do this. I’m never going to be able to stay quiet.

I squirm in the seat as Ryker murmurs from beneath the table. “You better make it look like you’re studying, baby. You don’t want anyone to know that I’m eating this pussy, do you? Hold still. You’re not going to last long.”

I open my mouth to protest that he can’t possibly know that, but two fingers slide inside me, and I shut my mouth with a snap.

Oh. Shit. I’m going to come. In the library. I don’t think I’ll be able to do it silently.

His mouth latches around my clit, and when he sucks, I know I’m screwed.

“Oh shit. Oh shit,” I murmur.

“Quiet, or I’m not going to let you have it. I’ll stop right now.”

I bite down on my lip and squeeze my eyes shut, hoping like hell no one looks in the window. The orgasm slams into me, and I drop the highlighter to grab the edge of the table.

“Good girl,” Ryker says as he slides his fingers out of me, replaces my panties, and pulls my leggings back up my hips. I release my grip on the table to yank them up the rest of the way, my gaze darting to the window.

I’m not sure if I was expecting a crowd of gawking onlookers, but there’s only one set of eyes. They’re on Ryker as he comes out from under the table.

Fucking Kristy Horner
.

I slam my casebook closed and she darts away, a look that could kill on her face.

“What? What’s wrong?”

I don’t even want to say it. It doesn’t matter. She’s not going to do anything.
Right?
Then again, he should know too.

“Kristy Horner was by the window. She saw me. Saw you. Us. Whatever.”

Ryker’s satisfied smile falls away. “I’ll take care of it.”

“No.” My voice strikes out like a lash.

“I’m sure as hell not going to let her tell anyone. This was my idea, and I’m not letting you get in trouble for it.”

His concern for me quells some of the rising panic. “Do you really think she would?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. She’s a piece of work, but she’s not a bad person. I’ll talk to her.”

I narrow my eyes and pitch my voice as seriously as possible. “If she says she needs the same treatment to keep it quiet, I will shank her.”

“Not happening, babe. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll do damage control, and you get on with your day.”

Ryker

I track down Kristy Horner in the
International Law Journal
office. She’s the editor-in-chief to my assistant EIC position. When I shut the door, she turns in her seat from the desk in the back.

“Wow, I guess you don’t spend much time afterward with any girl. And here I was starting to think Porter was special.” Kristy’s tone is snide and triumphant.

“You’re going to erase what you saw from your brain, and if you ever tell anyone, I will unleash hell on you.”

Her face molds into its most comfortable expression—snotty princess. “There’s nothing you can do to me if I decide to tell people. Gosh, what would Daddy think if you got kicked out of school because of that skank?”

My hands curl into tight fists. If she were a man, I’d drop her to her knees with one shot for talking about Justine like that. But I don’t need to touch Kristy to take her down a peg.

“You’re not going to tell anyone a fucking thing. You know why? Because all those slutty little porn shots you sent me might find themselves resurrected from the depths of my phone.”

She sucks in a breath. “That’s called revenge porn. There are cases.”

“And these were unsolicited. Why should that be okay when men are humiliated for sending unsolicited dick pics? Actually, wouldn’t that make a hell of an article for the student paper. I bet I could get the editor to write a piece on the double standard.”

“Fuck you, Ryker.”

“That ship has sailed. But if you say a single word about Justine, for any reason, I will fuck up your world.”

Her glare could peel paint off a wall. “And what the hell makes her so goddamned special? You would never have threatened someone for me.”

“She just is. And it’s none of your fucking business anyway. Quit the bullshit games and leave her alone.”

“Someday you’re going to realize that you missed out on something awesome with us.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

I grab the door handle and yank it open. I’ve got better things to do than waste my time with her.

Ryker

“Babe, you have to quit looking at me like that or I won’t be able to concentrate.”

Justine is sitting across from me at my kitchen table, and the look on her face says she’s worried about studying.

I snap the cap on my highlighter and drop it on the table. “Seriously. Don’t make me go study in another room.”

“But I can’t stop thinking about the library. Not the crappy part where Kristy Horner peeped through the window, but the part where you made me be quiet when I wanted to scream.”

Yeah. There’s no concentration happening here because now my dick is as hard as a rock. But I’m not going to let us be the distraction she’s been worrying we would be from the beginning. I promised myself I wouldn’t let this interfere with school, and I’m not going to.

Okay, so the library might’ve been a little interference, but . . .

“Let’s make a deal. We both finish all our reading and I’ll clear this table and fuck you across it. Then we’ll eat.”

Her eyes light up. “Will you cook something for me? Naked?”

A grin works its way across my face. Unexpected, and yet welcome.

“Maybe. But if the oven is involved, my dick is going in an oven mitt.”

“Fair enough. You’ve got a deal.” With a laugh, she grabs her highlighter and stares down at the page intently, glancing up at me from beneath her lashes as she bites her lip.

Fuck, but I like that look
.

Justine

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. Right there. Right there. Right there.”

Ryker has me spread out over the kitchen table, my fingers wrapped around one edge as he powers into me thrust after thrust. Shoving his hand beneath my hips, he presses two fingers down on my clit.

“You gonna scream for me?”

The grip I’m keeping on my control snaps, and I give him what he wants. “Ryker!”

His roar follows mine and a few moments later, he slows. He leans forward, his hands covering mine, before he peels my fingers back, lacing them with his.

His hot breath hits my ear. “You’re amazing.”

The words I told his father are bubbling up inside me.
I think I’m falling in love with you
. But there’s no way I can say them. Especially not now, when I’m in a near putty-like consistency and my brain is flooded with endorphins from the body-shaking climax.

Now is not the time. I need to think about this. Need to figure out if I’m really falling down this rabbit hole, or if this is just me being an overemotional girl who is finally getting some off-the-charts fabulous sex.

Ryker has made no indication about how he feels.
But do his feelings or lack thereof change mine? I don’t need him to feel the same way about me to validate how I feel about him
.

All these introspective thoughts are shoved to the back of my mind when he rises and pulls me up to standing with him.

“Pizza?”

And there it is. The confirmation I needed that he’s a normal law school guy.

“Pizza sounds good.”

I bend, intending to reach for my clothes that are scattered on the floor around the table, but Ryker tightens his grip on my fingers.

“You don’t need those. Grab one of my T-shirts in my room. That way you can tease me with flashes of your ass when you get up and walk by, and I’ll be so hard up I’ll have to bend you over the nearest flat surface before we even get our first slice down.”

I thought I was done. Floating in the bliss of my orgasm and replete. I was wrong.

My inner muscles clench, whether at his words or his touch, I don’t know. But it’s a fair guess that both are involved.

I head for his room to grab a T-shirt.