Call Me Teach (Wilder U)

by S.J. Sylvis

“I…” her voice is raspy and her eyes are wide. “I can’t believe you got me off.”

My lip lifts. “Looks like we both earned an A.”

The smallest amount of jealousy is still swarming my veins from watching her interact with Reign at the game last night. I was impulsive and threw a mouthy player up against the glass to get her attention. What was I thinking? I can’t wrap my head around it, and I’m agitated because of it.

I skim past Van’s hand on his date’s hip and briefly make eye contact with Hannah. I can’t deny the pull I feel when I look at her, but I also know that my excuse to stay back

so I can be alone with her isn’t going to fly, so I give up.

Our agreement is simple. I teach her some basic skills in the bedroom, and she goes on a date with Reign, or whoever else she wants, with a little more confidence. If I need a favor, she’ll cash it in. That’s it. There is nothing else about it. But tell me why it feels wrong to go to a party instead of staying at home with her?

If you think I want your hands on me after you’ve been touching some other girl at a party, you’re wrong. I swallow a bitter pill and pretend it isn’t jealousy. Teach: The only girl I want to touch tonight is you. Why do you think I’m home before everyone else?

And if my brother comes home? Teach: Then I guess I’ll have to teach you how to be quiet.

I saw you talking to Reign at the game, which means we’re running out of time for lessons. Once you're his, you’re no longer mine.

“You may not be mine,” he says with a low voice, “but for now, your body is. So, let’s go, Hannah.”

Her body is mine? I actually told her that her body was mine, and as soon as I said it, I expected her to blanch. To my surprise, she didn’t. Instead, she stood up and was fully ready to give me more.

I went to the party with her brother and Van, and although a handful of girls came up to me, asking to dance—and other things—the only thing I could think of was leaving so I could get home to her.

“Well, baby, I have no problem paying you back for all the times you weren’t rewarded.”

“Yes, you can, Han. Focus on what I’m doing to you and nothing else. I’ll keep you quiet.” Why is it so fulfilling for me to pleasure her and take care of her?

try to fall asleep, but every time I close my eyes, all I can think about is Nolan. Nolan’s mouth. Nolan’s cheeky smile. Nolan’s quick gaze when I enter the room. Nolan’s low voice in the dark, coaxing me to break for him. Damnit.

My hair blows past my face, and I focus on Reign instead, in an attempt to push the feelings I’m conflicted over onto someone else. Sadly, it doesn’t work.

“What made you come back for more?” he whispers against my mouth. His hands are holding my waist in place as my hair falls around us like a shield. “I don’t know,” I say, edging closer to him. “One lesson wasn’t enough?” he jokes. I know it’s an attempt to lighten the heaviness that’s silently behind our lustful touches, but it doesn’t work.

under his breath. “Fuck. You’re addicting, Han.”

The way I’m moving against him and the way he can’t stop touching every part of my body doesn’t feel like some lesson he conjured up. Our touches are passionate, and from the outside looking in, we seem uncontrollable.

And then he turns and heads back to his room before my brother finds out that his best friend and teammate just showed his sister what it’s like to be worshiped in the bedroom.

I no longer want to be called Teach. Instead, I want to be called hers.

My best friend’s little sister has somehow turned my entire world upside down with just a few stolen moments behind closed doors.

Van elbows me from beside the bench. “What?” I snap.

“If you want her, go get her.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Van laughs loudly and draws the attention of the entire team. “Look at you, all pissy and throwing a tantrum on the ice. Just go tell Hayes that you’re fucking his sister, and run up there and tell her. Then maybe we’ll win the game with your head out of your ass.”

I want her. I want her so much that I’m allowing it to bleed onto the ice during the game. That has to mean something, right? Three minutes until we’re due back in the rink.

Three minutes to risk it all for something that may not even work. Before I can rethink it, I move down a few spots on the bench and stand in front of

“Remember when I said you owed me a favor?”

“You want to cash in your favor right now? In the middle of a game?!”

My mouth twitches. “Yes.”

Hannah glares. “Fine. What’s the favor? What do you want...

point past her head at Reign. I have nothing against the guy, but she’s mine. “Tell your little boyfrien...

“You have to tell him that you’re taken.”

“That’s not a favor! That’s⁠—”

“What I want,” I finish for her. “You owe me, Han...

“I have another request.”

“Okay, what?” she hurries, knowing I have to get back to the game.

“I want you to be mine.”

“Wh–what? But we’re… You…”

“Yes or no, Hannah?”

Hayes skates past. “For fuck’s sake, just say yes! We have a game to play!” he shouts over his shoulder. “I’m...

Hannah laughs abruptly and shows off her rosy-red cheeks. I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her answer, and when she can't hold back a smi...

“Fine.” She waves her hand toward the ice. “Now go win the game, and maybe Haye...

I pull my mask down and grin. It would...