Veiled Innocence (12 page)

“
No
,” I whimpered, knowing if he stopped I’d beg.

He chuckled softly. “How do you feel?”

“Hot, wet...”

“And?” 

“Ready.”
So damn ready.

“If we do this, we can
never
tell anyone. Do you understand?”

“
Yes,
” I agreed, pulling him in that final inch. “God, yes.”

I pushed my hips up so the full weight of his fingers were against my wet cotton thong and vowed, “I won’t tell a soul.”

That was when he
moved
.

* * *

As soon as the words left her mouth, I took her.

With ravenous lips and a forceful tongue, I pushed inside, kissing her fiercely as I stroked the soaked scrap of material between her smooth thighs.

Her legs spread even wider, and I braced myself on the seat beside her shoulder. Lifting my mouth from hers, I kissed the corner as my fingers curled into the leg of her panties. Her lips opened with a cry, and her eyes glazed over when she realized what I was about to do.

“Is this what you thought about? When you were lying awake at night?”

She pumped her hips up, trying to get closer, trying for contact.

“Not yet,” I told her and ran my finger up and down the material’s edge.

“
Grayson
,” she begged, using her hold on my jacket to lever herself up.

“Yes, Addison?”

“
In
me.”

With those two words, my cock became so painfully hard I almost lost what little control I had left.

“I thought about them inside me. Fucking me.”

That was it. Whatever had been holding me back snapped, and I ripped her panties, pushing them out of my way. My fingers found her, and as her warm juices coated them, I groaned and took her mouth.

As my tongue slid between her lips, my finger pushed inside her body, and the shout that left her made me fucking grateful there was no one around to hear.

With her eyes on mine, she released her hold of my jacket and pulled the stretchy material of her dress under her perky breasts.

Fuck, I was in heaven. I was also aware that I was pretty damn close to being assured a spot in hell.

Her bra…
Jesus
. Her lacy bra was the same pink as the dress.

I traced the flimsy material and tugged it down to reveal her soft, rounded flesh. I lowered my head to take her hard nipple in my mouth, and at the last second, I hesitated—but it was too late. She wove her fingers into my hair, pulling me to her, and in that moment, she owned me. I would have done anything to have her, and I did.

* * *

I had a firm hold of his hair when his lips closed around my nipple.

Grayson was driving me crazy.

His fingers filled me, and my pussy tightened and pulsed around them. My whole body bowed off the seat, and I couldn’t help the scream that left me as my body tensed and my orgasm hit.

I’d been wrong,
I thought as he raised his head.

He didn’t have the ability to calm me…

Grayson had the ability to make me forget.

Chapter Twelve

Past…

I drove Addison home that night in complete silence. I didn’t know what to say. What the hell had I been thinking, touching her?

Now here it was, Monday morning, and I was standing in my classroom waiting for the fucking police to drag me away. Well, I’d been waiting for that all weekend if I was honest with myself.

The bell had just rung, and I was staring up at the clock on the wall, the loud—
tick, tick, tock
—reminding me of Addison as it signaled the day had begun.

The door slammed opened, jarring me from my thoughts. In walked Brandon, closely followed by the woman…
no
, the
girl
I’d had my fingers inside of this past weekend.

She glanced my way, and I could feel the heat rising up under the collar of my shirt. This was fucking insanity. I was going to either have an anxiety attack
or
a heart attack if she came any closer.

Luckily, Addison seemed to understand that was not going to help in this situation. Instead, she followed her boyfriend down to where they usually sat.

I gripped my tie and loosened it, hoping it would help me breathe easier, but it didn’t help at all. All I kept hearing was—
I thought about them inside me. Fucking me—
and all I could see was my whole world spinning out of control.

One night. One hasty decision, and I’d gone to her—just as she’d asked.

What else would I have done had she asked?

Trying to pull myself together, I made my way to the door and closed it after the final student meandered inside. It gave me the perfect excuse to stop looking at her. To cease my inspection of the navy blue skirt she was wearing and the stretchy white tank top that didn’t hide anything from curious or,
in my case,
greedy eyes.

Her legs, those long, lean legs that had propelled her over the hurdles just last Friday, were now crossed under her desk—and I hated that all I could think about was getting back between them.

* * *

I couldn’t stop watching him. I was trying my best to listen to Brandon, but all I could concentrate on was Grayson. He was wearing jeans that reminded me of the ones he’d worn Saturday night...

God
, just thinking about that night made me hot. The way he’d kissed me and the way his fingers had moved inside me. I still couldn’t believe it’d really happened, but I knew it had. I could tell by the way
he
was acting.

It wasn’t obvious in the sense that he was ogling me. In fact, it was just the opposite. He wouldn’t look at me at all, and when I did catch him, he always turned away.

When I replayed that night, I kept coming back to the same conclusion—with Grayson, my mind was at peace. What I’d started to believe was madness had disappeared.

“Okay, guys, let’s open your books to chapter five,” he told the class from behind his desk.

“Last week, I told you we would be starting the term with King Henry’s wives, and we read about Catherine of Aragon. Funny thing is, what most people remember about their marriage is that King Henry divorced her.”

“What a great way to go down in history,” Jessica spoke up from the seat in front of me.

“Better than being the one whose
head
he chopped off.”

My voice cut through the room and Jessica swiveled in her chair to face me, along with the rest of the class and Mr. McKendrick—I suppose that’s who he was
in here
.

“Whose head did he chop off?” Jessica asked, horrified.

I didn’t move other than to raise my eyes to my teacher.

“Anne Boleyn’s.”

Jessica spun back around to face the front of the room, as did the rest of the class.

“It’s true,” he confirmed. “He pursued Anne Boleyn relentlessly. At first, he was with her sister, Mary—”

“You mean he was screwing her,” Brandon joked as his friend gave him a high five. “Hell yeah.”

Agreeing with the boys, Mr. McKendrick gave a slight nod of his head. “Yes, I guess you would be right. He
was
sleeping with her. She was his mistress.”

“I doubt he was doing much sleeping,” Sam piped up.

“Okay, settle down, would you? This isn’t personal health class.”

Unable to help myself, I decided to speak up. “It could be.”

As my teacher’s eyes found mine, he disagreed. “No, it couldn’t. That’s next month, and I’m sure it won’t be with me.”

He wasn’t wrong. Usually the class was taught by Miss Shrieve. If I had my way, though, it would be much sooner than that. It would be a one-on-one class, and he’d be giving me a
very
private lesson.

* * *

Moving along so I wouldn’t fixate on the way Addison’s eyes were undressing me, I went back to the subject.

“So, let’s get back on track. King Henry was married to Catherine when he started an affair with Mary Boleyn, Catherine’s lady-in-waiting.”

“Jerk.”

“Ass.”

Refusing to be sidetracked, I ignored the comments and continued. “He, however, was drawn to, and became completely enamored with, her sister, Anne.”

“Because she refused him.”

Addison’s voice reached me from the back of the room, but I avoided eye contact.

“Yes, at first. The king was quite persistent, though, and pursued her anyway. Some believe he did this because of Catherine’s inability to produce an heir, and the king, desperate to have a son, sought out a young woman of childbearing years. But many believe he chased Anne
because
she resisted his attempts, thus provoking the king into doing everything in his power to annul his marriage to Catherine. It was that act that served as one of the contributing factors leading up to the English Reformation.”

The classroom was completely silent until Jessica asked, “So, why’d he chop off her head?”

I laughed.
Of course it’s the illicit details that captures the attention. It always is.

“Well, that’s what we’re going to learn. It’s believed that while Anne’s intelligence and independence are what made her so attractive to the king in the first place, it was ultimately her downfall. She refused to be the woman behind the man and play the submissive role expected of her. Her spirited nature was intoxicating as a secret lover, but as a wife to a king? Her outspoken ways were frowned upon and eventually led to her”—stopping for dramatic effect, I drew my index finger across my throat—“execution.”

The students began chattering as I moved back to the board and wrote,
Ambition, adultery, and accusations. In the end, do you believe that Anne Boleyn got what she deserved?

I placed the chalk down on the tray and faced the class. “Well, come on, what are you waiting for? Get writing. We’ll be meeting at the library tomorrow for further research, but for now use what you have.”

As the students opened their books, I pulled my chair out and sat. I grabbed my own textbook and studied the photograph of Anne Boleyn.

King Henry may have initially wanted her, but it was her
own
ambition that had gotten her everything she desired. Her seduction of him, now made legendary, was one that was forbidden and eventually deadly.

Looking up, our eyes collided.

Addison wasn’t unlike Anne.

She was young, beautiful, and ambitious, and ever since I’d met her, she’d gone after exactly what she wanted.

It just so happened to be
me
.

* * *

Present…

“You know, you use to talk to me, Addison. When did that change?”

I look at the man sitting beside me on the stone bench. He asked me to meet him outside by the fountain today.

The sun is shining through the trees surrounding the facility, and I can hear birds in the distance. Angling my face toward the sun, I bask in the rays as it warms me. It feels like years instead of days since I’ve been outside.

Subconsciously, I reach down to the watch strapped to my left wrist. I can’t hear it, but I know it’s—
tick, tick, ticking
—its way around the face.

“When you stopped listening.” My voice is steady. It’s emotionless.

“Is that what I did?”

Opening my eyes, I face Doc. I can tell he’s waiting for me to say more, and for the first time—I
want
to tell him.

I want to tell him that
everyone
stopped listening.

Instead, I feel a tear, the first in weeks, as it escapes my eye and trails down over my cheek.

“Addison?”

I wipe it away and look back to the trees.

“Addison, tell me.”

Tell him what?

That there is no one to care how I feel now that
he
is gone?

No one cares that my dreams will never come true, not the way I want them to.

He’d
calmed me when no one else could.

He’d
saved me from myself.

If only they knew the truth…

But no one is listening, and
his
time is already up.

Tick, tick, tock.

* * *

Past…

My first three classes passed by, and as soon as the lunch bell rang, I was making my way back through the halls hoping to catch Mr—
Grayson
—before he left for lunch. I practically jogged toward the door at the very end. It was closed.

I stood in front of it and took a deep breath before reaching out to turn the handle.

Pushing it open, I stepped inside the room I’d been seated in earlier and saw him. He was standing at the back of the class pushing one of the chairs under its table when his eyes found mine, and he straightened.

“Addison, you shouldn’t be in here.”

He moved to the next chair and corrected it.

“I needed to see you.”

“No, you didn’t.”

I looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the second hand was moving, but instead of following it, I found I could turn away. “Yes, I did.”

“Was there something you needed to discuss?” he asked, stopping where he was.

I dropped my bag on the floor and locked the door behind me.

“Unlock the door, Addison.”

“I want to talk to you.”

“And I want
you
to unlock the door.”

He strode up the aisle and was in front of me before I knew it. He grabbed my arm and led me to the far corner of the room before releasing me.

“This is
not
the place.”

“Then where is?”