“Ask him.” Monroe jerked her chin toward me.
“Miss James,” Jacobs sighed. “Using that shithead as an alibi doesn’t make you look any less guilty.”
Forget that Jacobs called me a shithead. Monroe had used me as an alibi? I had to stop myself from looking at her. Because an alibi was the last thing I had expected since getting me locked up in juvie would have bought her freedom.
Monroe drummed her fingers over the arm of the stiff chair. “But looking guilty doesn’t stand up in court, does it?” A smug smile flashed across her face like she’d won. “And unless you’re arresting me, I’m pretty sure you aren’t allowed to interrogate me on school grounds.”
Jacob’s nostrils flared. “That can be arr—”
“Mr. Hunt,” Brown interjected, his attention swinging over the stack of student records on his desk to me. “Miss James said she was with you Monday night. Is that true?”
I raked my teeth over my lip, then dragged my gaze over Monroe’s legs. “Yeah. She was.”
Officer Jacob’s pulled out his dipshit notepad, pen in hand like he was some amateur detective. “Between what times?”
“Well, let’s see.” I moved behind her chair, placing my hands on the wooden back. “I had my cock in her from about ten until midnight. But she was at my house until Tuesday morning when she gave me a blowjob in the shower.”
Brown coughed before loosening his tie like it was a noose ready to hang him, while Monroe reached behind her, looping her fingers through mine. “Baby,” her hold tightened until her nails sliced into the back of my hand, “why don’t you stop talking now?”
Jacobs rolled his eyes on a huff. “You expect me to believe that?”
“Feel free to swab her for my DNA,” I offered with a shrug.
He glanced at Brown. “The lady said a redhead who looked on the poor side was picked up by a dark-headed guy.”
Brown frowned, tapping a pen over his desk. “I understand, but that isn’t exactly evidence, Dan.”
“My come would be, though, right?”
Brown let out another choked cough, grabbing at his already loose tie as he leafed through papers, his cheeks gradually growing to nuclear reactor red. “Miss James. Mr. Hunt, you may leave.”
Kicking back from her chair, I made a sweeping motion toward the door with my arm. Monroe shoved up, going through the doorway first. I watched her ass then shot a stern glare at Jacobs before I stepped into the empty secretary’s office. The second I was outside Brown’s office, Monroe punched me in the gut, eyes flaming. “Feel free to swab her?”
“Just trying to sell it.” I brushed past her, then the latch to Brown’s door clicked.
“...not a word of it,” Jacobs said. “Thank you for your time anyway, Ed.” A shiny loafer crossed the threshold. Jacobs had enough experience with me to know I was a liar, which sent a spark of panic through me.
I took Monroe by the waist, shoving her against a filing cabinet, aiming to make the idea that we were fuck buddies more solid in Jacobs's mind. She grabbed at my shoulders, ready to push me off, but I squeezed her waist hard enough to make her breath catch. “You better moan and act like you want this,” I buried my face against her neck, kissing and biting.
Her tense body relaxed a little, her hands snaked down my back, and she let out a very convincing groan. It didn’t matter that she was acting, my dick still went rock hard at the breathy sound, begging for five minutes in a locked room with her. And that was problematic. I hated the idea of her but loved it at the same time.
Another muted groan made its way up her throat. It took every ounce of restraint I possessed not to pick her up and wrap her thighs around my waist and give Brown and Jacobs a show they’d beat one out to for days. Not to mention, give Monroe something to take home and think about.
I could feel someone standing beside us. When I pulled away from Monroe’s throat, I locked eyes with Jacobs. “Gotta problem?” I asked, my hands still on Monroe.
With a tic of his jaw, he walked into the hall. But I caught the bastard stopped at the office window. Monroe went to pull away, but I held onto her tight, planting my lips back on her throat. “He’s still watching.” The coconut, girly scent of her shampoo made my hormones drunk, and I couldn’t help but press my hips against hers a little, just for the pressure.
Her fingers fisted at my shirt. “Is he gone yet?”
I took a quick glance over her shoulder. Jacobs had started down the hall, but I was enjoying myself too much. “No.” I sank my teeth into her neck and sucked, imagining what a deep, purple hickey would look like on her throat, her tits. Her breath caught again, fingers flattening over my chest.
Oh, she was into it. Definitely into it.
The change-of-class bell rang. I debated slipping my hand over the curve of her ass. She would slap me for it, but it would be worth it. The bang of lockers and scuff of shoes crept in from the cracked doorway. But Monroe was still right there, pressed against me. Breath all ragged, her palms still on my chest. It wasn’t until a few students pounded fists against the office window that she shoved me away, and the look of absolute mortification on her face was damn near priceless. Maybe she had the same problem as me: she wanted me just as much as she hated me.
I adjusted my dick in my jeans while giving her a long once over. “Wouldn’t take much. Would it?”
“That’s a big leap.” She patted my cheek. “I’ll grind on you if it keeps me out of juvie. Beyond that, I’d rather take a run and jump at a wasp’s nest.” She turned on her heel, red hair flying behind her when she went to make her grand exit from the office, pretending like she wasn’t the least bit fazed.
But she knew it, and I knew it. I was absolutely going to fuck that girl.
Hendrix jumped up, slapping his hand over the top of the cafeteria doorway. “Jacobs is a dick.” Hendrix stopped beside Wolf and Bellamy in the line, taking a tray before he thumbed back at me. “He got called to Brown’s office.”
“What for?” Wolf watched one of the freshmen girls strut past, blowing a kiss to her. “Blowjob in the girls’ restroom?” he asked me over the clang of silverware and plastic trays.
“No. Jacobs had Monroe in there.”
“Jacobs? What the…”
Bellamy shook his head. “We should have known better than to use a redhead.”
“What’s wrong with a redhead?” Hendrix piled rolls onto his plate then swiped two cartons of chocolate milk.
Bellamy grabbed utensils from the wall caddy. “How many redheads do you see, dumbass?”
“Oh. Right.” Hendrix glared over his shoulder at me. “That’s your fault, man.”
“She’s not the only redhead in Dayton and Barrington,” I said.
“Nah, but she’s the only hot one,” Wolf chuckled, taking a plate of cheese fries that smelled like dirty dishwater. When he looked over at me, the smile faded from his face. “Chill out, dude. I’m not trying to hit on your chick.”
“Fuck off, Wolf.”
Hendrix cackled, then launched a fry at my forehead. “Zepp and Monroe sittin’ in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G,” he sang.