The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(49)

It didn’t matter if I passed, failed, or never took the test at all. I was only going to live this lie for as long as it took me to work up the courage to tell Ryan the truth.

I’d tell him everything, including the truth of my love. I’d quit the force and accept the repercussions of my actions. We’d be strong enough to get through this.

Together, we’d leave our past lives behind and start afresh. He was involved with something he’d need to let go of too, but he couldn’t be The F King. It wasn’t possible.

In the academy, they stressed that the bad guys didn’t always look like you expected. They didn’t always wear the stripy shirts and masks and come in the night and look like bad guys. You always had to be on your guard.

Statistically, they were no doubt correct… but that hadn’t been my experience. The bad guys in my life I had seen coming from a mile away. From the very first moments I was introduced as their new foster daughter.

None of them had ever shown the kind of righteous happiness that Ryan showed that day in the hospital. I didn’t think any of them had a clue what love was.

Whatever else Ryan might be, he deserved to be loved. He was mine, I was his, and that was all that mattered.

Since that afternoon a few days before Christmas, it had been the happiest time of my life. Swept up in the Crewe family celebrations, no meetings with Shelton, I was temporarily free to be a one person instead of two, young, happy and in love.

With them, I found what I’d been yearning for my whole life without knowing it. Family, love, future, acceptance, passion. It was incredible how I had to pretend to be somebody else in order to find myself.

“Found you.”

I looked up at Ryan and smiled. “Yes you did.”

“Fuck you’re hot,” he whispered quietly as he leaned in and kissed me.

“You’re not so bad yourself. You wanna get out of here?”

Ryan stood tall again and looked back over the row of library cubicles, then shook his head before whispering. “I couldn’t have picked a better spot myself, seeing how busy the place is.”

“Better spot for what?”

Ryan took a small step forward so he was standing right against my chair, then leaned down and took my hand in his. He ran my hand up his thigh, then settled it on his pants, right on his already hard cock.

“For me to give you something,” he said.

My eyes darted around, and confirmed that we were at least visually secluded, even if there was a person in the cubicle next to us, and next to that. I dropped my jaw in a silent gasp at the naughty thrill as I turned back to him.

His hand left mine and curled around the back of my neck, his thumb stroking my cheek. I kept mine exactly where it was, even stroking his hard bulge a little.

“We can’t do this,” I mouthed silently, in contradiction to my actions.

“Oh yes we can,” he mouthed back.

I caressed his cock through his pants and bit my lip. With butterflies swarming my stomach, I cast my eyes around one last time for anybody who might have a line of sight on us, or security cameras.

Seeing none, I brought my other hand up and carefully unzipped his pants. Every click of the slider along the zip made me wince and listen nervously for any sign that the person next to us had heard.

When no such sign came, I reached inside under the watchful eye of my boyfriend. Ever since Halloween, he’d been insatiable, but then so had I, and now was no exception. After a moment of trying to figure out whether to try to push his boxers down, I reached in through the gap at the front and managed to disentangle his thick manhood from his underwear and pull it out into the open.

I wrapped my fingers as far around it as I could and gave him a couple two-handed strokes, almost as in awe as I had been the first time I ever saw it. Before I was too far gone, I shook myself out of my trance and looked up at Ryan.

“Make sure nobody is coming,” I mouthed.

After a cursory glance down the row of cubicles, he mouthed back, “Make sure somebody is.”

I gave him a defiant scowl and then pulled his cock towards me. Never taking my eyes off his, I slowly swirled my tongue around the swollen head until it was glistening with my saliva.

With narrowed eyes and parted lips, Ryan nodded his approval, and I moved my lips near the base of his cock, snaking my tongue past the open zip and licking as close to his balls as I could. My nose led the way, nuzzling the underside of his cock as I licked from base to tip before opening wide and slipping him into me.

Ryan disguised his groan of appreciation as a clearing of his throat, and rocked his hips a little to push himself deeper into the warm and wet confines of my mouth. I moved with him, sliding my lips along the head of his cock and as far down the shaft as I could without it hitting the back of my throat and making any unnecessary noise.