Unlike the last time, there was nothing between us. No clothes. No one outside the door.

  I whimpered as I rolled my hips, my clit rubbing against him.

  His hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing over the tip. Then his head dropped and took over.

  “Oh!” I cried, my fingers tangling in his wet hair.

  The heat of his mouth as it suckled and tugged was incredible. I had no idea it could feel so good. It went right to my clit, the sensations, as if they were magically connected by a string. One pluck at my nipple and I ached to be filled.

  His hands roved over my wet skin, as if he had to learn my curves with his calloused palms. He dropped to his knees and his mouth was in line with my breasts. With hands circling behind my back, he pulled me in, almost hugging me so he feasted on one taut tip then the other. Back and forth he went as he stroked my spine, my butt.

  He growled, then spun me about so I faced the tile. I put my hands up, my cheek and sensitive nipples grazing the slick surface.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” With an arm about my waist, he pulled my hips back so my butt was practically in his face. “Oh yeah.”

  I looked over my shoulder at the heat in his gaze, the smile on his face. “I’ve been wondering how you taste. Now I get to find out.”

  Oh. “Oh,” I breathed as he put his mouth on me from behind. His tongue licked up my seam as his hands cupped my ass, spreading me so there wasn’t anything he didn’t see or flick with his tongue.

  I knew guys went down on a woman. I knew she liked it. I heard my roommates talk about it all the time, if a guy was good at oral, how skilled his tongue, if he could even find a clit.

  Well, East was good. His tongue could get a gold medal in oral olympics. And he found my clit because I begged and pleaded, whimpered and moaned at how amazing it felt. When he slipped a finger into my pussy and did some magical curl, I cried out his name. And when the thumb on his other hand pressed against my–

  “Holy fuck, East!” I screamed.

  Yeah, I came as I rode his face and tried not to think about how much I liked to be finger fucked in my pussy and my ass.

  Only when my knees started to give way did East stop, kissing my inner thigh, then standing. His arm hooked around me, palm cupping my breast as he nuzzled my neck.

  “Good?” he murmured.

  “Cocky much?” I asked, smiling. I looked at him again, this time with a sated, satisfied body.

  He stepped back, settled on the seat out of the spray. Steam swirled around us and I was far from cold. With his knees parted, his dick was long and thick, curved toward his rock hard abs. It was a dark ruddy color, a bulging vein pulsing up the length. He gripped the base, stroked it.

  “Climb on.” He said the words, then closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. “Wait, doll.”

  He stood, left the shower and opened a drawer on his vanity. Cooler air billowed in as he grabbed a condom, ripped the package open with his teeth before working the latex down his huge length.

  He lifted his gaze from what he was doing, eyeing me. “Gotta take care of you, yeah?”

  I was reassured to know he had a clearer head than me, that he put my protection before anything else. Except I wasn’t sure if he was protecting me, or him. An unexpected pregnancy could be considered entrapment, especially to a man as rich as he was. Or the other way around, him trying to keep me for eighteen years, but I wasn’t sure as to why he would. I wasn’t even skilled at sex.

  Yet when he returned to the shower bench, the glass door silently closing us into our warm cocoon, I couldn’t miss the way he looked at me. The way he pulled me onto his lap and carefully lowered me onto him. He was watching me as if this was exactly where he wanted to be. In me. Nowhere else, with no one else.

  And then he moved, lifted me up by my hips, lowered me down and I stopped thinking.

  “Fuck, doll, you’re so tight. That okay? You’re not still sore?”

  My eyes flared wide at the feel of him with me on top. “I’m okay. Just give me a sec.”

  It didn’t hurt, not like the first time in the bar, but he was big. Really big and I felt him opening me up. Stretching me to take all of him. It was so different than being bent over, or pseudo-missionary, if that’s what it was sprawled out on a stranger’s desk. East bottomed out and there was a different bite of discomfort, just shy of pain.

  Yet I was so wet, he moved within me easily. I set my hands on his shoulders and began to move on my own.

  “Good girl. Yeah, like that.”

  My breasts swayed near his face and he leaned forward and licked one.

  I had no idea what I was doing, just chasing the pleasure.

  “It’s so good. I’m… I’m going to come,” I breathed, getting a leg workout as I rode his dick. My orgasm was close, but just out of reach.

  His hand came between us and he ran a finger over my clit. That was all it took and I cried out. “Professor!”

  He groaned and lifted his hips up from the bench, thrusting hard into me. “That’s right. I’m your teacher for this. You’re gonna be a good student and be fucked all night, aren’t you?”

  His dirty talk made me come even harder and all I could do was nod. Because right now, I’d never felt like this, and I wanted to, again and again. I had no idea a guy could really talk like that. Not stupid stuff in movies, but what I thought of his words were so naughty, so filthy.

  And I liked it, which was a problem, because I also liked him. While I definitely didn’t want a relationship and he’d all but said this was a fling, he was different. More because he made me feel things I never even knew were possible. And not just orgasmic bliss.

  His hands gripped my hips hard enough I was sure I’d have bruises. He pulled me down, held himself deep as he snarled into my neck, licking and sucking as he came.

  Holy shit. I tried to catch my breath as I clung to his muscular shoulders.

  Professor Wainright wasn’t a stuffy math nerd. He was a sex god.

  11

  EAST

  * * *

  I’d never brought a woman back to my house, never considered it. I’d also never imagined I’d sleep with a student. But here I was, carrying two mugs of coffee into my bedroom. One for me and one for the naked coed who’d rocked my world. Again.

  It was early, the soft morning light coming through the thin curtains. I didn’t like a pitch-black room, so it would be bright in here soon. Ella was asleep on her stomach, her hair fanned around her head on the pillow. I felt like a romantic asshole as I sat on the side.

  I was bringing her caffeine instead of kicking her out. Hell, I should have called her a rideshare to get her home after I took her the second time. The first time in my bed.

  My dick was getting hard again, just thinking about setting the dark brew on the bedside table, tugging the blankets down and settling on top of her. Taking her from behind–like I had that first time when I took her cherry–allowed me to go so deep, my balls slapping against her pussy.

  Fuck. I was in trouble because I knew she’d be warm and sleepy, responsive and shit, what a way to wake her.

  So I did just that, set the mugs down, grabbed a condom from the table where I’d left a string of them, pushed down my boxers, rolled it on and climbed back in bed.

  She stirred as I nudged her legs apart with my knee. “Mmm, morning,” she murmured.

  Her eyes opened and she smiled at me as I slid my hand up her bare leg.

  “I love your ass,” I admitted, stroking and squeezing that pert flesh.

  “You’re a morning person,” she said, glancing at me over her shoulder. “I should hate you.”

  When my hand cupped her pussy from behind, she bent her knee to widen herself up for me.

  “But you don’t,” I replied, finding her wet.

  When I slid a finger inside her, she moaned and her eyes fell closed. Her hands reached for the headboard. Why was that so fucking hot?

  “But I don’t,” she whispered, rolling her hips. “East.”

  I took that as a green light to fuck, hooking my arm about her waist and raising her hips enough to settle at her entrance and slowly push in.

  We groaned in unison as I took her at a slow and leisurely pace. I kissed her shoulder, her neck, whispered in her ear as I moved deep inside her.

  You’re fucking perfect. This pussy was made for me. I’m going to tie those hands to the headboard the next time so I can do whatever I want. This ass, maybe I should fuck it next.

  I didn’t know how to stop talking about the next time, because the idea of this being the last I was in Ella wasn’t going to work for me.

  Reaching up, I grabbed one of her hands and guided it down beneath her. “Touch yourself. Come for me.”

  She’d been a virgin, but I was sure she’d masturbated before. When she worked her clit in small circles, I knew I’d been right. She used a certain number of fingers, a certain circular direction, pace, pressure.

  I’d watch her soon, learn how she did it.

  The idea of sitting in my reading chair while she was in my bed, naked and open, touching herself made me come. I roared my release as she moaned, her pussy walls clenching and milking me, as if never wanting me to leave.

  I finally got up and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom. I brought back a washcloth and cleaned her up, rolling her over onto her back. Only then did she blush.

  She must’ve looked at the bedside clock because she said, “I have to go to work.”

  I handed her a coffee and she sat up, adjusted the pillows and leaned against the headboard, taking the blanket with her to cover her breasts.

  I grabbed my boxers from the floor, slipped them on and sat on the side of the bed. I grabbed my coffee, then tugged the comforter down.

  Rolling her eyes, she took a sip. I got to drink my coffee with a gorgeous woman in my bed with her perfect tits on display for me to enjoy, my balls empty, my body sated and relaxed.

  “I wasn’t sure how you liked it, so I put a little milk in.”

  “It’s good.”

  “Someone’s brought your car from the warehouse,” I told her, not going into detail about how I’d paid a guy to do it before dawn. “The keys are under the mat. I hope you don’t mind that I got them from your purse.”

  A woman’s handbag wasn’t a place for a man. The contents were mysterious and complicated but we’d abandoned her car way out of town where I didn’t even want her going in daylight.

  “Thanks,” she said. “What do you tell people on campus about your fighting? I mean, you had a butterfly bandage on a cut the first time we met.”

  I looked down at the crisp white sheets, all perfectly tousled. “I belong to an MMA gym. I take classes and fight there. Do some competitions.”

  “That’s what? A front for these underground matches?”

  I shrugged. I wasn’t sure why I was telling her all this, letting her ask these questions. They were probing and besides my family, no one knew these details. I kept them secret for a reason. Maybe it was because I could look at her plump nipples instead of her face. Maybe it was because she was pretty much a stranger. No, that wasn’t fucking true. It was because she was different. She was… Ella and I wanted her to understand the truth, even when I tried to keep it from her.

  “You shouldn’t have been there last night. Shouldn’t have followed me. I should flip you over and spank your ass for that.”

  A slow smile crept up her face and she hid it behind the mug. “Not sure how much of a punishment that would be.”

  I growled at the idea of her over my knee. Of her liking it.

  “I was there, East. Saw how you were.” She leaned forward and cupped my jaw. In the bathroom mirror, I’d seen the bruise from the punch I hadn’t blocked when I’d found her in the crowd.

  “My mom died when I was little. We–my sister and brothers–grew up with our father. Macon Wainright. He was… an asshole. Mean. I’ll spare you the details, but nothing we did was good enough. He died in July.”

  She didn’t say anything, just listened with those green eyes on me as she sipped her coffee. I didn’t talk about the money, how most people wondered if everything could be solved with a few million dollars tossed at a problem.

  “North, she’s two years older, she worked with him at Wainright Holdings. My brothers and I found out she made deals with Macon to let us go to college, to be what we wanted.”

  “Deals?” she asked, frowning.

  I reached out, lifted the blanket up to cover her. I changed my mind, not wanting to taint even the sight of Ella’s body with talk of Macon.

  “I found out Macon was going to have someone break my leg so I couldn’t play football, couldn’t get my scholarship for college. All because he thought math was a stupid career.”

  Ella set her mug down, took mine from my hand and crawled over to me. She wrapped me in her arms from the side, set her chin on my shoulder.

  I could feel the usual anger growing, but the heat of Ella’s touch, the feel of her naked and supple body pressing against me, soothed it.

  “It didn’t happen,” she murmured, stroking my hair.

  I shook my head, her fingers sliding over my scalp. “North agreed to some shit, gave up her happiness for us.”

  “You said he’s dead.”

  “Yeah, heart attack. In bed with his lover. His male lover.” I had no idea why I let that slip. None of us had told anyone about the fact that Macon was gay. The truth was a powerful weapon and billions of dollars couldn’t stop the destruction it could cause.

  “Oh. Wow,” she said. “You fight because you’re mad? Because of what your sister did?”

  I sighed. “I fight because I have his anger and it needed an outlet. I couldn’t be like him, hurting and destroying the lives of people around me.”

  “You think you’d do that? Hurt others?”

  “I sure as shit won’t have kids. I mean, I don’t even know how to be a good parent. How to take care of someone.” I shook my head. “I couldn’t do that to a baby.”

  I glanced at her, into those green eyes.

  “I can relate. I have no clue how to do that either. I didn’t have parents. Just… legal babysitters until I turned eighteen.”

  Shit. While I’d grown up in hell that looked like a fancy mansion, she’d been all alone. I’d had North, South, and West with me. We’d survived together. The things North had done for us was proof that we’d had someone on our side. That I would always have them.

  But Ella didn’t have anyone. I shouldn’t worry, but I did. I didn’t know why I wanted to protect her, to keep her in my bed safe and sated, made no sense.

  We fucked. It was amazing. But there could be nothing more.

  “Then you can understand why I do it.” I sighed, remembering my call with my brother. “Yesterday, after I dropped you off, we got the DNA tests back. Macon’s not our dad. Me and West. And North. But South’s his kid.”

  She frowned. “Weren’t you relieved?”

  “Why am I so angry then? Why does rage build and force me to let it out with my fists?”

  “Because things were out of your control and you can’t go back and change it.”

  I blinked. Her words made sense. Fighting in the cage was controlled. A focused outlet. An opponent who wanted to be there, who probably had similar issues and wanted to let them out on me. None of us could fix that Macon was South’s sperm donor. There was nothing I could do about that, no matter how much I hit or kicked or tapped someone out.

  Well, fuck.

  “Ever consider yoga instead?” she asked.

  I couldn’t help but laugh, which was probably the point of the question. The idea of me trying to bend into any kind of pose was crazy.

  “I can’t touch my toes, doll, but if you wear one of those tight little outfits, I might be swayed.” I ran a hand down her arm, thankful for her. No matter what West told me, he hadn’t gotten through to me the way she just had, and he’d been trying for years. “Although I like you like this even better.”

  “Naked sex therapy?” she asked, her eyes twinkling. “I could be up for that.”

  My dick stirred. “So could I.”

  I realized we were talking about more. About her being in this bed again. She must’ve caught on to that at the same time because her smile slipped, and she climbed from the bed. “I should go. I need to go back to my apartment, shower and change clothes. Thanks for collecting my car. I’d have had to rush otherwise.”

  “Will your roommates wonder about where you’ve been?”

  “You mean the walk of shame?” she asked, grabbing her panties and bra from the floor. “They were probably out partying. They don’t get up until after noon.”

  I snagged the panties.

  “Oh no. I’m running out.” I let her grab them back and watched her slip them on.

  “I don’t like that fucking term. There is no shame in what we did.”

  “You’re my professor,” she reminded me, although I was sure her pussy was sore as she covered it, so she wasn’t all that upset. “My roommates might sleep around, but they stick to other students.”

  “Boys,” I said. “You got a man because that’s what your pussy needs. And I’m not grading your work based on your dick sucking.”

  She stilled as she put her bra on. “I don’t think we’ve gotten to that part of my lessons.”

  She didn’t blush or shrug off my dirty talk. Even as a recent virgin, she was confident in her sexuality, in discovering what made her hot, and it wasn’t a fumbling coed. “Oh, doll, we’ll get there.”

  “December.”

  I wasn’t sure if I could wait that long. Not after last night, and a few minutes earlier.

  “Soon,” I countered. I needed more of her. In my house. In my bed. Like this when there wasn’t anything between us. No past. No jobs or school or shitty and non-existent parents.

  I’d never had this before and I liked it, which was fucking crazy.

  She shook her head. “There’s no time. I should’ve been studying last night and now I’m behind.”

  I wasn’t going to tell her that she definitely shouldn’t have been studying, that fucking me was a much better option, but she’d been stupid and gone to the warehouse alone.

 

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