Page 48 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly

"He reached out to me after we stopped seeing each other," Karla said, her voice sarcastic. Peyton could hear her heels on the floor come closer to the desk. "You know that. Said you gave him my number and thought we could get together. You didn't seem to care at the time."

"I didn't." Peyton could see Logan clenched his armrests, his knuckles going white. Without missing a beat, she released his member and proceeded to slowly lick his balls with the tip of her tongue, making sure she put just the right amount of pressure because she knew how sensitive he was. She pulled the skin of his cock with her left hand so she gripped him firmly but not tightly at his base, and her right proceeded to stroke him up and down, long and fluid. He slammed his hands on the desk. "Jesus Christ, Pey" -

He nearly said her name but had enough sense to catch himself in time.

Except, Karla heard it, too.

"This is about Peyton, isn't it?" She didn't typically sound bitter and jealous but Karla was doing nothing to hide her feelings about Peyton in her tone of voice. "I don't get it. What makes her so fucking different? She's not as pretty as I am. She's not as smart as Allison was. She's not as athletic as Toni or as adventurous as Abigail. Is it because she's a virgin? I thought you didn't want to deal with virgins. You know, I only told her to sleep with you to scare her off. I was hoping she wouldn't want anything to do with you. I don't get it."

"You don't fucking have to," Logan said through a quick breathing. He was close. Peyton knew it. "Now get the fuck out."

"Brandon wants to apologize," Karla said.

"Fuck no."

"Not to you, to Peyton," Karla continued. "He said he didn't realize that you actually cared about her and since you guys are the only family you've got, he didn't want to ruin your relationship because he acted in the moment."

"You think I give a shit about what he wants?" Logan asked. "Now, get the fuck out Karla. I don't want Brandon anywhere near Peyton again. Or you, for that matter. Stay out of my shit."

"You're an asshole," Karla said, but Peyton knew he wasn't paying attention to her anymore.

As such, she continued to lick him until she could feel his cock get tight. Without missing a beat, she shifted so she could wrap her lips around him and deep-throat him until she was just about to gag. Logan's classroom door slammed shut but she didn't think he heard it.

"Shit, I'm going to" - he said.

Peyton didn't stop, didn't hesitate, didn't falter. She continued exactly what she was doing, didn't even move her mouth even though she knew what was going to happen. Her friends complained about giving head in the first place and they definitely didn't swallow. They never gave an explanation as to why; they all seemed to be in agreement that it was gross and ladies didn't do such things.

Peyton didn't give a shit what real ladies did. She knew that swallowing was the epitome of pleasure to a man and she wanted to try, she wanted to please him and make him remember what she could do with her mouth. She wanted him to realize that he wasn't the only one with power in this relationship. He twitched underneath her, gripping the handles of the chair so tightly his trimmed nails left crescent-shaped marks in the material. He tasted salty and smooth, not entirely unpleasant. She swallowed every last drop.

When she finished, she finally released him and leaned back under the desk, rolling her shoulders back to get rid of any extra kinks in her body. She looked up at him, watching him see his hands down his chin, looking at her with awe and wonder and pride.

"Jesus fucking Christ."

She blushed but she held his gaze. Now that he was in a daze, Peyton's thoughts turned back to Karla. How Brandon wanted to apologize. How he wanted make things right with Logan.

"We should get ready for class," Logan said, completely oblivious to Peyton's churning mind. That might have been better anyway because she knew Logan would want her to stay away from Brandon. He wouldn't even want her contemplating hearing him out, even if it might help Logan and Brandon get over whatever it was that had been brewing between them.

He offered her his hand and helped her out of her crouched position. When they both stood, he gave her a long look and shook his head. "You're going to be the fucking death of me," he muttered before heading out.

Before they reached the door, however, he stopped and turned, looking at Peyton with a curious gleam in his eyes. "You know everything Karla said was bullshit," he stated. It left no option for her to answer but he seemed compelled to at least share it, to reassure himself she hadn't taken anything to heart.

"I know," Peyton said with a gentle smile, nodding her head.

"About everything," he said, his voice firm and serious. "Everything."

Peyton clenched her jaw. So he remembered. He knew she might try something.

Without warning, he reached out and cupped her neck, his thumb tracing her jawline. He looked at her and for the life of her, Peyton couldn't read his face like she usually could.

"I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you," he said more to himself than to her. Finally, he took a breath and released her before turning back around.

Peyton let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding, waited a moment, before following him out of the classroom.