Forbidden (Hamiltown Heat #4)

by Tia Louise

I don’t have anything on my calendar, no reason to stay on campus… besides her.

I glance up at the surrounding foliage. It’s a beautiful setting, and without warning, I imagine bringing Reanna here. It’s peaceful, a little like she described her life before her father was killed. I have no reason, but I think she would love it like I do. I think she would understand why I want to share it with her. It’s when I know this is not simply an obsession. Her intelligence appeals to me. She’s beautiful, yes, and sexy as hell, but she’s also determined and strong. We’ve both lost loved ones, but I had Hutch. I wasn’t completely alone. I don’t want her to be alone.

“I didn’t expect you to come home this weekend. I thought you might pursue that other interest.” Scar moved here not long before Blake and Hana came into our lives. He showed up needing a place to live, almost like he was on the run, and it was a long time before we knew why. “That other interest is like playing with fire.” His arms cross, and he nods. “I’m familiar with the feeling.” “I haven’t felt this way in a long time.” “Have you decided if she’s the real deal?” I consider the question. I consider my thoughts while riding, and I try to classify what’s happening as concrete or ephemeral. Our sexual attraction is undeniable, the unmitigated possessiveness I feel towards her is inexplicable. I want to rip the arms off any man who touches her—and it seems I’m not the only one. She was furious when she saw me with Sharon. A half-smile curls my lips, and I glance up to see my oversized partner watching me. “That was a long pause.” Clearing my throat, I look down. “It’s a lot, and I’m not sure I trust it. It’s too fast and too…” I can’t say too primal, so I go for the obvious. “I’m her professor.” “A temporary setback.” A tease is in his tone, but he has a point. “Like I said, if it’s the real thing, it’s worth giving it a chance.” But how can anyone know what’s real? Only time can prove if something is worth fighting for, and we only have a few months. “The risks are all I see at the moment.” He nods, and we walk to the house. “You’ve always been good at managing risk.”

Reanna Lorak might be a sensual distraction, but I’m not ready for that kind of loss.

Reanna in the center row of the middle risers. Today, she’s in a short skirt. Her blue blouse makes her eyes seem to glow, and the scoop neck gives a hint of her cleavage beneath. It’s not a provocative outfit, but I’ve tasted what’s under that fabric, and my dick is semi-hard. The few times my eyes drift to hers, she smiles knowingly, and heat simmers in my veins. It makes me angry, which makes me fantasize about spanking her round ass, which makes me lose my train of thought.

Students file out, and the girl with the question slowly passes, batting her eyes at me. I want to laugh, but the truth hits me like cold water in the face. Other female students flirt, hell, some of the male students flirt, but I’m not tempted by any of them. Reanna triggers something more urgent in me. Her touch activates a need I can’t deny—even though I must.

Her blue eyes are so round, her lips so full, her hair so silky, that cleft in her chin… her beauty makes my chest hurt. I want to touch her so badly, and it’s so wrong. Students filter past us, heading for the door, and I snap out of it. Our sexual tension is blatantly obvious, and it has to stop.

“You’ve got to stop this.” She slides her hand over mine, looking up at me with wide eyes. “But your voice was so hoarse when you came in my mouth. I was worried about you.” My dick hardens, and I growl. “You can’t give me gifts in class. People will notice.” Lifting her chin, she steps closer. “I’d like to give you more.” My skin tingles, and I want to grab her face the way I did in the alley. I want to kiss her hard and fuck her harder. I want to spank her until her ass is red and painful. She’s a fiery pool of temptation, and I want to dive in and burn to death. Through clenched teeth, I try to stop it. “No gifts. No touching. No more.” “Last one…” She nudges my hand, and I look down to watch her slide a scrap of red lace into my palm. It’s her micro-thong, and I freeze as it enters my fist. “I’m sorry it’s damp. I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on my pussy in class.”

I don’t wake up in the middle of my bed searching the empty sheets for everything I’ve lost anymore. I don’t wake up screaming because everything I love has been ripped from me and I’m alone and afraid. I’m not alone anymore, and I’m definitely not afraid. He’s the first thing that has ever been almost mine, and all I can think about is getting what I want. All I can think about is him.

I’m the lioness stalking her prey, the cat waiting for the mouse. I’m perfectly still, laser-focused, watching for the moment his weakness is exposed, and it’s happened. I’m his weakness. He tries to pretend it’s not true. He tries to hide it, but his efforts only whet my appetite for him. They only tease my muscles tighter. We’ve reached the part where I pounce.

Dirk is in the front of the class, sliding his finger down bullet points on the screen. Shifting in my seat, I wish his finger was sliding down my bullet point. A laugh sniffs in my nose, and I cover my lips with my hand. His eyes flicker to mine, and it’s a flash of heat in my chest. It almost feels like he knows what I’m about to do. I’m in the middle row, directly in his line of vision, vibrating like a sinner in church. My heart beats so fast, and my mouth is dry. If what I’m planning for the end of class doesn’t work, nothing will. I’m betting all my money it will. He switches off the computer and goes to the door to turn on the lights in the room. The sudden wash of fluorescent white makes everyone blink hard. A few groans break out around me, and a student across the aisle rubs his eyes like he’s waking from a nap. Evan isn’t in class, which is a stroke of luck for me. I lift the desktop in front of me and slide it into the arm of my chair. I’m not sure my heart can beat any harder as I wait for it… Wait for him to finish giving us the assignment… Wait for him to place the bag on his desk… Wait for him to glance in my direction again, and I make my move. Lifting my leg, I uncross, widen my knees to give him a clear view of my bare pussy, and watch as the heat explodes in his hazel eyes, as light pink lust creeps from beneath his collar, as his Adam’s apple bobs, and the muscle in his jaw clenches. I cross my legs again, and when his eyes lift to mine, they’ve gone d...

“I asked you to stop.” The anger in his voice clenches my core. “I can’t.” My breath catches, breaking my voice. “I want you too much.” Crossing the space, he grips my arm so fast, a yelp jumps from my throat. “What’s it going to take for you to stop?” We’re so close, I step forward so our bodies are touching. I rise on my toes, sliding my fingers in the side of his thick, wavy hair. My lips brush his ear as I whisper. “I think you’ll have to fuck me.” The room tilts, and he spins me around so I’m facing the mahogany desk of my dreams. My hips hit the dark wood, and his hands move quickly behind me, unfastening his pants. “Oh, God,” I whimper. A tear of foil, the snap of a condom, and wetness floods between my thighs, my stomach twists in anticipation. “Hold onto the desk.”

“Fuck…” His groan is loud, and my pussy tightens at the thought someone might hear us in the hall. “It’s so good.” Lying on my stomach, I arch my back up rocking him deeper into my slippery core. “No… I’m bad. You have to punish me.” “You are. And I will.”

“Is this what you want?” It’s practically a growl. “You want me to fuck you this way?” “Yes,” I moan, lifting my ass so he can drive deeper. “More…” His hand on my hip grips and pulls me to him as he complies, releasing all the anger, need, and frustration we’ve battled for so many weeks. “You like my dick in your pussy?” “Yes…” I’m practically sobbing. “I love it.” His hand goes around to my front, cupping between my thighs as he locates my clit. Rough fingers press and circle that hypersensitive spot, and my eyes squeeze as pleasure radiates in my inner thighs. I’m moaning and gasping, rising higher… “Come,” he orders. “Oh, God…” I’m going blind as he massages my clit, his unrelenting cock driving deeper. Wetness spills onto my thighs. “I said come.”

With a low groan, he releases my hair, placing his hand on the desk and pushing his body off me. I don’t move. I don’t open my eyes, listening as he enters the small bathroom, disposes of the condom, and turns on the sink. I miss him already. I want him to come back and hold me. He does come back, but he doesn’t hold me. He touches me gently with the damp towel, cleaning my legs before lowering my skirt and taking my arm. “Stand up.” His voice is gentler now, although still quiet. I’m wobbly like a new foal, and I lean my face against his firm chest, sliding my hand up to his neck. “I think you made me squirt.” Air rushes from his lips, and he threads his fingers in the side of my hair, wrapping his other arm around my body at last. It feels so good to be in his arms. He truly is my safe place. I actually do trust him.

“We can’t be together, Reanna.” He speaks the words slowly, in a low voice, like he’s reading a verdict. I’m not sure I’m breathing. The words are a sucker punch. “But… How can you say that after—” “What happened just now?” Turning to face me, his brow furrows. “I’m your professor. I could get fired, you could be put on probation or worse.” “I don’t care about that.” I take a step closer, but he puts a hand on my shoulder to stop me. “You don’t know how something like this could affect your life, your future.” Anger flashes in my throat, and I want to scream. Instead I take a beat. I’m a soldier, a master of controlling my feelings. Even if he did just fuck my brains out, I’m a professional. I have to play it cool. “How might it affect my life, professor?” Curiosity is in my voice, and perhaps a touch of sarcasm. His eyes narrow, and I’m glad to know both our tempers are still intact. If he weren’t angry, he wouldn’t care. “In a few months, you’ll graduate and move on with your life. You should spend this time getting to know your peers.” Not so long ago, I found his restraint sexy. Now I’m pissed, but I hold onto my calm. “Are you saying you want me to date someone my own age?” His jaw tightens, but he looks away, trying to cover. “I think that’s probably for the best.”

He wants to pretend this didn’t mean anything, but I felt his desire. It’s ravenous and possessive. Perhaps I’ve grown a little obsessed with him, but the soreness in my core, the ache when I walk from how he fucked me like a beast, tells me he’s equally obsessed. The game continues, Professor Winston.

I made a mistake. I made a big, terrible mistake. A phantom image of her bent over the desk in front of me drifts through my mind, and my dick hardens. Fuck, I screwed up bad… but I tried to make it right. Standing over the sink in my kitchen, I brace the sides of the counter with my hands as I try to decide what to do. I came here wanting to be a part of something better. I thought sharing my knowledge, shaping young minds would be a way of giving back. I thought teaching would be a meaningful profession. Then I found her. Then the earth moved.

I can still hear her pleas for more. Punish me… The noises she made, the little gasps and moans every time I pounded into her, fucking her relentlessly, violently, slapping her pussy until she lost control. I did punish her, and it was hot as fuck. “What have I done?”

Her scent is all over me, driving me crazy, and as much as I want to go to bed smelling like sex with her, I have to wash it off. I have to be better than this. My head has been so far up my ass with this girl, I never considered how damaging it might appear to an outsider. Now that’s all I can see, and it has my insides in knots.

Her number is on my phone, and I want to text her. I want to be sure she got home safely. Of course, she did. I want to know if she’s having trouble sleeping. It doesn’t matter. I want to take back everything I said in my office. Don’t do it. You want me to date someone my own age? Yes, that’s what I want. It was a lie. It’s for the best, but it’s going to kill me.

Taking my phone off the side table, I stare at the screen for a long time. Don’t do it. The things I said to her weren’t cruel, they were honest. She should be spending time with her peers. We shouldn’t be doing what we’ve been doing. We can’t be together. Tapping quickly, I can’t stop myself. Despite it all, I care about her. I hope you’re able to sleep tonight. I hit send before I have time to reconsider. Several seconds pass, and the guilt of what I’ve done presses inside my temples. I should have said what I ought to say. I’m sorry. Only, it’s a lie. I’m not sorry at all. The only thing that makes me sorry is the prospect I might never get to do it again.

I commit to making a change. No more fantasizing about her or allowing myself to fixate on her body. During class, I’ll keep my mind on the subject matter. I’ll think of her as a student in need of guidance. Yes, pity is a good counterbalance to lust. You can’t want to fuck someone you feel sorry for. The flaw in my plan is I don’t buy it. I’ve already acknowledged a big part of my attraction to her is her strength. She had to be strong to survive losing her family, moving here alone, working to make a life for herself.

I’m waiting for a group to cross when my phone lights up with a text. Lifting it off the seat, my chest tightens when I see it’s a photo of Reanna. The angle is from above and she’s looking up, her head tilted to the side. Her dark hair is loose and wavy around her cheeks, and she’s fucking gorgeous, full lips crimson red, blue eyes taunting. It’s the motherfucker behind her that grinds my jaw. Evan is holding a shot glass over their heads, and his eyes are not on the camera, they’re on her breasts. I want to grab him by the neck and slam him against the wall. What are you doing with him? The jealousy churning my stomach is unreasonable, and her reply makes it worse. I’m doing what you said, professor. I’m out with a boy my age. “Not him.” My voice is tight, and a horn blares behind me. “Fuck.” I toss the phone on the seat and move my vehicle out of traffic, pulling into a parking spot facing the residence halls. Where are you? Gray dots float as she composes her answer, and I’m growing more furious the longer I wait. I’m having sex on the beachesss… My jealousy morphs into overprotective rage. Are you drunk? Her answer is fast. Not your businessss… I’m on the verge of tapping the call button. Tell me where you are. The phone goes silent, and I wait. When she hasn’t responded after a minute, I slam the Jeep into drive and pull out into traffic with a squeal of tires.

my eyes land on Reanna at the entrance. She’s wearing a short dress with a cropped cardigan on top, and her long hair lifts in the breeze. Crossing the space quickly, she stops right in front of me smiling. “You’re here.” I’m not smiling. “Get in the Jeep. I’m taking you home.” “To your home?” “No. You’re drunk.” I catch her arm, leading her to my vehicle, where I help her into the seat and strap the belt over her shoulder and lap. She puts her hands on my shoulders as I make sure she’s secure in the seat. “You do care.” “I never said I didn’t care. I said we can’t be together.”

“Sharon told me Evan’s no good. He’ll hurt you.” “You’re worried about me?” She takes my hand, threading our fingers and dropping her head against the headrest and smiling. “No one ever worries about me.” My stomach tightens, and I take my hand away, fastening my seatbelt and pulling on the road. “I want you to be safe.” “That’s not all you want,” she laughs lightly. “Remember?” As if I could forget how fucking hot it was to have her at last, what a fucking relief to sink my dick violently and repeatedly into her hot little body. A grin fights with my lips, and she arches an eyebrow nodding like she won some kind of truth prize. She’s playful and beautiful, and I want to kiss her. I want to pull her into my arms and tell her this night is perfect. I want to tell her I think she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and she fucking blows my mind, and if everything were different…

Curling my fingers, I thrust them as I would my dick if only I could. She moves in time, holding my wrist and jerking as she comes, as her pussy clenches around my fingers. I’d give anything to have her on my lap right now, riding my cock.

I slowly take us up the long drive to Amanda Egret Hall. Reanna has returned to her seat, holding my hand, which is still lodged between her thighs. Her breathing slows, and her come is all over me. I stop at the entrance, wondering if I dare walk her to the door. I want to. What would people say? Fuck it. I unfasten my seatbelt and go around the car, holding both her hands as she steps down on wobbly feet, leaning into me. “Thank you.” Her lips pout, and her eyes are woozy with afterglow. “Boys my age don’t give me orgasms.” Fuck. My body is on fire, and my hands are on her waist. I want to give her more than that, but we’re in her fucking dorm parking lot. Moving her to a breathable distance, I clear the thickness from my throat. “You need to sleep.” My hand lingers on her lower back as I guide her to the entrance of the residence hall. Hesitating outside, I really don’t want to go in where students will see us together and see what I’m sure is clear on both our faces. “Can you get to your room?” She nods, looking up at me. Then leaning closer once more, she whispers, “I’d like to kiss you goodnight.”

Stop this… I need to stop this, but I can’t stop tasting her. A soft noise slips from her throat, and she holds me, lips chasing mine. How has she managed to destroy my will, to wrap me around her finger this way? Releasing her ass, I grip her arms, obeying my screaming brain and stopping us. “Goodnight, Reanna. Go to sleep now.” Her eyes shimmer with joy, and she nods, turning away from me and stepping through the screen door. “Sweet dreams, professor.” She’s gone, and I glance around the empty parking lot. Shit. Anybody could be out there watching. I lift my hand to slide my hair off my face, and I catch the scent of her orgasm on my fingers. I’m sure I’m losing it, because I slip my fingers into my mouth, and she tastes like the most addictive drug on the planet.

I can still feel your fingers inside me. Seconds tick past, and my heart beats so fast, I feel light-headed. Tapping quickly, I add, I wish it was your dick. Gray dots appear on my screen, and my breath stills. When I see his message, I almost squeal. The sight of you coming on my hand… Pressing my lips together, I finish for him, Is an express ticket to heaven? Gray dots bounce, and he answers, Every time you look at me or stand near me, all I can think about is your soft, pink pussy swallowing my cock. Fuck me, professor! Biting my lips to hold in a laugh, I quickly reply. Does that include class? Class is impossible. Squeezing my eyes shut, I internally squeal. When you say words that begin with L, all I can think of is you licking me to ecstasy. Lorak begins with L. Butterflies flood my stomach. More, please… When you put that pen in your mouth, my dick gets hard. The space between my thighs aches, and I go there. I’ll swallow your dick if you push me to my knees and grip my hair. It takes a moment, but his reply appears. We can’t go on this way. “No!” I whisper-wail. My brow furrows as I text, What can we do? A moment of silence. Seconds tick by, and I think I’m going to cry. Finally, he answers, Let me think about it.

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re here.” His voice is warm honey, and I’m the bee salivating for more. My mouth is on his neck, moving higher. “Why are you here with her?” It’s an angry pout, and he chuckles. “Are you jealous? Would you feel better knowing all I could think about this week was your juicy little cunt?” Electric butterflies dive bomb from my chest to my stomach, and I rise higher in his arms. “I hated this week.” “Longest week of the semester.” His voice is hoarse with desire. I’ve never felt this way. I’ve never longed for someone so much, to the point where physical pain enters my chest when we’re apart. His hips are between my thighs, and I feel his erection pressing against my core. Reaching between us, I caress his cock through his jeans, and he groans. “We’re together now.” He kisses my neck, dragging his mouth up to my ear. “I want to fuck you so bad.” “Do it.”

“I’m so fucking hungry for you.” His hot words clench my core, and he groans again. “I want to fuck you so hard and rough you’ll scream louder than the zombies.” “Yes…” I gasp. “Do it.”

“Reanna, shit,” he groans. “I’m going to come.” His other hand is under my sweater, shoving my bra higher and clutching my breast, pinching my hardened nipple. “Oh, fuck…” I’m surrounded by him, filled with him, and I’m unable to stop the noises slipping from my lips. “That’s my girl…” His lips are at my ear, and he kisses then bites the shell as his hips begin to move.

“Why can’t I stop fucking you?” “Because we’re too good at it.” I can’t help laughing as I straighten my clothes. I’m fizzy and happy. “You’re going to get me fired.” “I would never get you fired.” My chin is lifted, and I look up at him as he looks down at me, a smile gentling his frustrated features. He’s so beautiful. I slide my fingers across the line of his cheek, lost in the fantasy of us together. “Are you staying here for fall break?” His eyes travel from mine to my hair, to my lips. “I don’t have any plans.” It’s true—I only have dreams of what I want to do and orders of what I must do. “I promised to go back to Hamiltown and check on the estate, exercise the horses. No one will be there, and I was thinking…” Again his chin lifts, and the muscle in his jaw moves as if he’s struggling. “I’d like you to come with me.”

I’m lost in the crack cocaine that is Reanna Lorak. I’ve always been in control. I’ve never needed anyone. I’ve worked long hours, stayed awake all night, tracked criminals, found missing persons… But I’ve never found the person. Then she appeared. I don’t even remember when the change happened. She has me in knots inside and out. She’s beautiful. She’s strong and stubborn, but she’s also vulnerable. When she asked me why I came here with Sharon, my own jealous feelings about her with that shithead Evan were reflected back at me in her eyes. This has gone too far… She’s a wild card. She’s lethal to my career. I can’t wait to see her again.

Our eyes meet, and the familiar lightning electrifies my senses. I’ve never been this way with a woman. I’ve had relationships, but I’ve never felt the things you hear about in songs and sonnets. I’ve never hungered for someone so intensely.

I barely slept last night, the anticipation of this day holding me in a state of alertness. I wanted to text all night, but instead, I sent one note, Pick you up at 9. Her reply was simply, I’ll be there. Now we’re here.

before I can open my door, she tosses her bag in the back and jumps in the passenger’s side. “No need to draw attention.” Pushing her hair back, ice-blue eyes meet mine, and adrenaline hums in my veins. I want to reach over and grab her neck and kiss her roughly like we always do, but she’s right, no need to linger where we might attract attention.

“I guess the Eagles never go out of style.” Her brow furrows, and she turns to look at me. “Who are the Eagles?” Squinting at her, I look out at the road. “You’re joking, right?” She doesn’t answer, and I clarify. “You don’t know who the Eagles are?” “I take it that’s one of your bands.” Her brow arches. “Because you’re so much older than me.” Cutting another glance, I see her lips press together, and she turns her face to the window again. Reaching across the console, I poke her side. “I’m so much older now, am I?” A laugh bursts from her lips, and it’s cute and unexpected. I realize it’s the first time I’ve heard her laugh. She threads her fingers with mine, resting them on the console, and warmth filters from our connection, up my arm, to my heart. It takes me by surprise, and I’m not sure what to say.

“How do you feel about horses?” “I can ride a horse.” She shifts in the seat to face me, our hands still clasped. “I didn’t know you owned horses.” “They belong to Hugh… my sister-in-law’s uncle. He has a big estate, plenty of land for them to run.” Her eyes flicker down, and a shadow seems to pass over her pretty features. She blinks it away, quickly smiling up at me again. “It sounds beautiful. Will we be staying there?” “I figured we’d stay at my place, but we’ll go over during the day.” Her smile holds steady, but again her eyes go to our hands clasped on the console. Her thumb slides over my skin, and she almost seems sad. “Everything okay?” I glance back at the road. “Of course.” Her voice brightens. “I want to see all your things.” “Good, because I’m planning to show you everything.” Yeah, there’s a hint of innuendo in my tone. She’s right there with me. “That sounds naughty, professor.” “You have no idea.”

“Reanna, meet Dancer. Hugh van Hamilton’s prized Palomino.” “Is she prized?” I slide my hand along the horse’s velvety neck. “Hugh loved old westerns, and when he got her, I think he was hoping for Trigger.” He squints an eye at me, and adds, “Roy Rogers was a famous old cowboy. His palomino horse was named Trigger.” “I knew that!” I didn’t. “Dancer’s not a stallion, but she’s a good horse.” The mare nods her head at him as if she understands what he’s saying. Wrinkling my nose, I laugh. “Does everything fall in love with you?” The words jump out, and I bite my lip at how close it sounds to me saying I love him. That’s crazy, although I’m acutely aware of how close I am to falling for this sexy-ass man right now, especially with him playfully showing me all his favorite things like a little boy. He doesn’t miss a beat. “I am the youngest.” “So I take that as a yes.” “I can’t speak for others.”

“You have a history with this horse?” Stepping closer to him, I rest my cheek against his firm shoulder. “I was the only person to ride her regularly after Hugh brought her here. He asked me to keep her exercised, so we pretty much spent the summer together.” “Mm, lucky girl.” I walk over to an empty stall filled with fresh hay. “Is it just me or does the smell of hay make you horny?” His low chuckle meets my ears just before his arms circle my waist. “It’s not just you.”

“I love your scent.” His low voice filters heat through my veins. “It haunts me when we’re apart.” “We’re together all weekend… at least?” I’m not entirely sure of the timeline. “Everyone gets back Sunday night.” He lifts his messy dark head, hazel eyes smoldering. “I thought we could hang around and let you meet them if you want.” There’s no way I can meet them, but I’ll figure that out when the time comes. “Sure.” I smile, kissing his lips again, loving how I can touch him whenever I want. “You don’t think they’ll have a problem with you being my professor?” His lips are at my jaw, tracing a line up to my cheek when he stops. “I’m only your professor for a few more months.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve brought someone here,” he confesses, almost as if he’s treading this ground as cautiously as I am. As if he knows how close we are to something completely different. Stepping back quickly, my heel sinks, and I realize I’m at the edge of a mud puddle. Without a thought, I reach down and scoop it up, wiping a line of brown across his cheek, breaking the moment. He jerks back, surprised. “What the—” “Gotcha!” I yell, taking off running up the creek bed, my boots crunching on the watery rocks. “You’d better run!” The sound of his footsteps chasing me, splashing faster as he gets closer, makes my stomach flip. I scream and press harder, doing my best to stay ahead, but I’m not familiar with this area, and the creek takes a sharp right before dropping into what I see is a small pool below. “Oh, no!” I skid to a stop, and he has me around the waist, lifting me off the ground. “I’ve got you.” Lifting his hand, he’s got a scoop of mud just waiting for me. “No!” I laugh, turning my face side to side, but he doesn’t stop coming. I could get out of his hold, but I don’t want to. Instead, mud is smeared all over my cheeks and neck, and I’m laughing as he returns me to my feet. Turning to face him, we both strike wrestler poses, knees bent and circling. Reaching down, I scoop another handful of mud, and his eyes glitter. “What are you planning to do with that?” His tone is warning, and nervous laughter bubbles in my throat. “I think you know.” I take a ...

The image of Reanna’s body, naked in front of me, burns in my mind—her perfect, teardrop breasts, small but large enough to squeeze, round hips and flat stomach, ass full enough to grip as I moved her up and down on my dick. She’s muscular. I’ve never asked if she’s an athlete, but she’s still soft, with those blue eyes and long dark hair… I haven’t been able to stop looking at her or touching her. Holding her against my chest, taking her slow, without the fever and desperation, without the fear of being caught, changed something in me. At Thornton I fought these feelings. I felt like I was failing to be strong against an amorous young student. Then, when I couldn’t stop wanting her, I supposed it could be the danger, the element of the forbidden, making it feel like something more. Now I’m not sure at all.

“I noticed he has this.” She walks over to the opposite side of the room and slides a hardcover edition of The Sorcerer’s Stone off the shelf. Joining her, I take it from her hands, inspecting the pristine sheets of the unread book. “He has all of them, I think.” She reaches up to cup my cheek before kissing me again. She’s been doing that a lot since our ride, and I like it. I like it so much, I shove the book back in its place and catch her around the waist. “I have my own copies now, too.” Her eyes light with her smile. “I know, and they’re well-read, unlike these museum pieces.” “How would you know?” I give her a squint. “I mean… I imagine them that way.” She drops her chin, circling her finger around the button on my shirt. “Come on, crazy.” I take her hand, leading her out of the office and back to the kitchen, ready to show her my place.

“What did you do?” “Nothing… to him.” I think about this topic as I have over and over in the last few years as I’ve watched my brother then Scar find love and happiness. “I simply stopped believing. I stopped trusting anyone. Until I was completely alone.” Her palm is flat on my chest, and she rests her cheek on it, studying my face as if she understands every word I’m saying, every motivation. “But you’re so charming and approachable. You’re very handsome.” “You’re very beautiful.” I lean down and kiss her nose. “My problem is subconscious. People get too close, and I create distance.” “Am I too close?” Lifting my hand, I smooth her hair off her face. “You’re right where I need you to be. Except when I need you to be under me.”

“What are you thinking?” My voice is solemn, and she lifts her chin. “The way you describe them makes me miss my dad. I always wanted a family.” I could give her that… “I didn’t mean to bring us down.” She sits up in the bed, eyes sparkling with mischief, and my hands fall to her waist. “What?” “I know how to get you up.”

“I can make you come first.” Turning, she straddles me backwards, leaning forward and pulling my dick all the way into her mouth. “Fuck…” I groan, pressing my back to the headboard and lifting my hips instinctively as she grips the base of my shaft. Looking down, her ass is right in my face, and I can take a challenge. “We’ll see about that.”

I’ve never been with such a tomboy, always wanting to wrestle and compete, but I confess, it’s hot as fuck in the bedroom, especially with her making my dick so hard it’s pointing straight up.