by Jade, Ashley
“Where the fuck is my phone, Carter?” Damien booms from the classroom door.
Shit.
“Sorry, man. Forgot it again. I’ll bring it tomorrow.”
“You said that yesterday.” He takes a step closer. “And the day before that.” Another step. “And the day before that.” Another step. “And the—”
“Day before that,” I finish for him. “I get the picture. Look, I’m sorry to inform you, but my life doesn’t revolve around you. I’m a busy man and bringing you your phone isn’t on my list of priorities.”
Julia’s gaze ping-pongs between us cautiously. “Should I go?”
“No,” I say at the same time Damien hisses, “Yes.”
Julia looks like a deer caught in headlights and it only gets worse when Damien turns his creepy eyes on her.
Instantly, she swipes her purse off her desk, nearly dropping the stack of books she’s holding.
“Let me know about the dance, Cain,” she squeaks as she hustles to the door. “I wrote my number down on the paper.”
“Was that really necessary?”
His lips twitch. “Not my fault little Miss Chewy is skittish.” His expression turns serious. “What are you doing with my phone?”
“I’m not doing anything with your phone,” I snap, making a mental note to cover my tracks tonight before I return it. “I have my own phone. What in the world would I want with yours?”
He gets uncomfortably close to my face. “You have until tomorrow to return it. Or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Is there a problem here?” Mr. Turner questions, popping his head inside the classroom.
Damien fixes my collar. “No. Just asking my boy Cain here for some study tips.”
Mr. Turner doesn’t look like he’s buying it for a second. “Considering you haven’t turned in homework for me in two years, I find that hard to believe.” He looks at me. “You okay, Cain?”
“Yeah.” I hike my bookbag up my shoulder. “I borrowed a textbook from Damien last week and forgot to return it. We were just figuring out our schedules and making arrangements.”
Damien nods. “Yup.” He slaps my shoulder so hard I almost wince. “I have Mrs. Miller for eighth period tomorrow. Make sure you bring it to me by then, pal.”
With that, he walks out with Mr. Turner right on his heels.
A moment later the phone in my pocket vibrates. I peer around the classroom to make sure it’s empty before I take it out.
Kristy: You’re so dirty, Damien.
Another text immediately follows that one.
Kristy: My body is craving you. I need you to fuck me like your life depends on it after classes end tomorrow.
I do another look around before I type out my response.
Damien: Tell me everything you want me to do to that hot little cunt of yours and I’ll consider it.
Chapter 12
Eden
AngelBaby123: I don’t think I can do this.
His username is gray, and I know he probably won’t see my message until after the party.
And I’ll have lost my one and only chance.
I’m not stupid. I know this is Cain’s way of testing me again. He probably wants to make sure I can handle being out of my comfort zone by doing the one thing that scares me the most. He wants to see if I have what it takes to make our relationship work because there are so many obstacles in our way.
Exhaling sharply, I clutch my chest. God, I’m so nervous. My heart is beating so hard it hurts.
“Everything okay, miss?” the driver questions.
No, everything is not okay. Cain’s ignoring me and I’ll be arriving at the Vanderbilt castle in ten minutes.
I love him.
From the soles of my shoes to the top of my head, I’m in love with Cain Carter.
And if I want everything he’s willing to give me…everything I’ve dreamed of since the first time he looked at me and stole my heart, I have no choice but to walk inside that party.
I can do this.
I can do this for him.
I can do this for us.
“I’m fine,” I tell the driver. “But would you mind rolling down the window? It’s a little hot in this get-up.”
He nods. “Not a problem, miss.”
Closing my eyes, I inhale in the fresh air. When my nerves threaten to skyrocket again, I force myself to take a few calming breaths.
I can be anyone I want tonight, I remind myself. Just like Cain said.
And tonight? I’m no longer the Eden who’s damaged and scared of her own shadow.
Tonight, this Eden is confident, sexy, and beautiful.
Tonight, this Eden is brave.
Tonight, I’m no longer the girl with a broken heart.
I’m the girl who takes what she wants.
Chapter 13
Cain
Past…
It’s weird mourning a life that doesn’t belong to you. Not that I’m proud of what I’ve done. Pretending to be someone you’re not is wrong.
No matter how fun it can be.
Kristy: I’m naked.
Kristy: Waiting for you to come in here so you can tie me up and ram that fat dick of yours in my ass.
I damn near whimper as I read her texts. I want to respond…no, fuck that. I want to find her and shove my fat dick in her ass—but it’s the end of the day and I have to return Damien’s phone.
Not that it would matter if I didn’t. I’m pretty sure Kristy—whoever she is—would call the cops if I showed up instead of Damien.
My fingers itch to respond, but I shove them in my pocket.
Late last night I went through Damien’s phone and erased all the texts I sent to Kristy and a few other chicks he talks to.
The last text Kristy sent is a good place for them to rekindle their relationship, though so I won’t delete it.
Christ, I hate him. The guy has it all.
My mood is grim as I continue walking down the hall to Mrs. Miller’s classroom. I’m ten minutes late, but considering Damien hasn’t gone on a search mission to find me, that’s a good sign.
Or maybe not, seeing as the classroom’s empty when I arrive.
With a sigh, I walk over to one of the lab tables in the front. Mrs. Miller is the new science teacher at Black Hallows. She’s also hot as hell. Every guy in my senior class—even the dumb ones—managed to get a B+ or higher in biology this year. I think it’s safe to say Black Hallows High will keep her on board.
It’s a shame I can’t re-take her class after I graduate. It might be worth another year of this crap to see her killer legs in those short skirts she wears. Her husband—the assistant football coach—is one lucky son of a bitch.
I place Damien’s phone on the desk—because I have better things to do with my life than wait for him to show up—and turn to leave.
I’m halfway to the door when I hear someone moan. Well, not just anyone. A female.
I should mind my business, but my curiosity gets the best of me when I realize it’s coming from the lab closet behind the teacher’s desk.
Wandering over, I look through the small glass window of the closet door…and nearly pass out.
Because there’s Mrs. Miller…getting pounded in her tight little ass by none other than Damien King.
“Grab your ankles, Mrs. Miller,” Damien instructs, and fuck me because this shit is better than porn. Especially when it’s not your girlfriend he’s screwing.
Adjusting my backpack on my shoulder, I cup my hand over the glass so I can get a better look.
“I told you to call me Kristy,” Mrs. Miller rasps as she grabs her ankles.
I freeze, hoping I’m hearing things.
“If you let me smear my cum all over your asshole and lick my fingers clean, I’ll call you whatever you want.”
Fucking hell. I should leave.
“Deal.”
My legs don’t seem to get the signal…because both my brain and dick are too busy
watching Damien spread Mrs. Miller’s ass cheeks while he continues ramming his dick inside her sphincter.
Jesus. I spent a year and a half with Katrina and she never let me see that part of her. The craziest thing we ever did was sixty-nine…and that was for special occasions. Yet here Damien is, hammering the ass of the hottest teacher I’ve ever seen in my life while she asks him to call her by her first name.
What the hell does he have that I don’t?
Whatever it is must be good, because a moment later, he shoots his load all over her plump behind and she does exactly what she promised.
My balls twitch as I watch her lick the cum off his fingers…and they downright ache when she gets on her knees and cleans his dick next.
I spin around, intending to leave thanks to my now raging hard-on. I’m almost to the door when I pass his phone on the desk I left it on. I’m in a Catch-22 because I don’t want Damien to know I was here while he was having sex with Mrs. Miller…but I also don’t want to deal with him anymore.
Sadly, my split-second of hesitation costs me because I hear the closet door open.
Like a kid caught with his hand inside the cookie jar, I go into panic mode and start running for the door. Unfortunately, I fail to take the chairs and tables in my way into consideration. Desperate, I make a sharp left, trying to find a clear path to the exit.
“Oh my God,” Mrs. Miller—Kristy—shrieks.
I feel like a wild animal about to be caged.
“I didn’t see anything,” I yell, which is hands down the stupidest thing to say in this situation.
“He…he…” Mrs. Miller stammers when Damien walks out behind her. “Cain’s here.”
Damien, as usual, remains unfazed. “Told you to cover the window on the door.”
“I can’t cover the window,” she whisper-shouts. “It’s against school policy.”
Damien shrugs. “So is screwing a student.”
She glares at him. “I have no clue what you’re talking about. You stayed after for extra credit. I was simply helping you find the materials you needed to get your project done.”
I’ll say.
She gives me a saccharine smile. “I assure you there’s nothing inappropriate going on.”
Damien rolls his eyes. “Cain’s not dumb. The worst thing to do when someone has leverage against you is act like they’re stupid or delusional. It only pisses them off.”
He’s not wrong. Although I wouldn’t mind rewinding the last ten minutes.
With the exception of seeing Mrs. Miller’s ass.
Blowing out a breath, she clutches her chest. “You’re right.” She looks at me. “Cain, please don’t—”
“Is that my phone?” Damien moseys over to the desk and picks it up. “About time.”
Mrs. Miller blinks. “Cain had your phone?”
Oh fuck. “No.”
“Yeah—” Damien’s creepy eyes flick to mine. “What’s your deal, Carter?”
Shit.
I can see the wheels turning in Mrs. Miller’s head, but before I can explain, she blurts out, “How long did he have it?”
Much like Mrs. Miller was in that closet, I’m screwed. Not only will Damien pound my face in for pretending to be him, but these things have a way of coming back to bite you in the ass when you least expect it.
Being cautious about my behavior is something my father has always instilled in me. The worst thing in the world would be finally becoming a senator, or my ultimate goal—President—down the road and having my lewd and vulgar texts to a teacher come to light.
People get off on making those with power suffer for their sins. No matter how many they’ve committed themselves. Hypocrisy at its finest.
It’s why I always play by the rules. It’s not just my present I have to think about…it’s my future. Always my future.
Damien’s mouth curves into a cruel smirk and I know he’s about to fuck me as hard as he fucked our biology teacher. “A little over a week.” His lips twitch as he turns to her. “Why?”
Her cheeks take on a tomato color and it’s enough for Damien to put two and two together. “I knew it.” To my surprise, he laughs. “Damn, Cain. Didn’t think you had it in you.” He presses a few buttons on his phone and clicks his teeth. “You even got rid of the evidence like a good little politician.”
I swallow, and it feels like nails going down. I need to get the hell out of this room. “Look, Mrs. Miller, your secret is safe with me—”
“No.” Damien’s finger zags between us. “This isn’t right.”
Needless to say, I’m confused. “I don’t follow.”
He cracks his knuckles and circles us slowly, like a vulture looming over its prey. “The way I see it, there’s only one way to fix this.” He points to himself. “I mean, I’m not the one who has anything to lose from what transpired today. Unlike Mrs. Miller, I’m just an innocent bystander.” He comes to a stop in front of her. “If I were in your position, I’d figure out a way to gain Cain’s trust.” He slides his hand up her arm and looks at me. “She’s a good teacher, Cain. She comes here early, stays late. Really goes the extra mile for us.” His hand travels to her ass. “She works her students hard, and she’s always available when you need a little help.” He licks his fingers and slips his hand under her skirt. “I’m sure she’d be more than happy to help you study.” I watch his arm move back and forth, my mind conjuring up all sorts of dirty images of what he’s doing to her under there. “Isn’t that right, Kristy.”
Mrs. Miller nods. “Of course.” Her chest heaves and she bites her lower lip. “Just tell me the area you want help with.”
I’m pretty sure I stop breathing. I thought keeping Damien’s phone and pretending to be him was wrong, but it has nothing on watching him finger fuck Mrs. Miller and manipulate her into giving me sexual favors.
And deep down—okay, maybe not that deep—I’d love to take her up on her offer.
But, my conscience won’t let me. I’m not perfect, but for the most part, I consider myself to be a decent human being.
Unlike most politicians, I chose politics for the right reasons. I honestly believe I can make a positive difference in the world.
And unlike Damien—my selfish wants and desires don’t trump my ethics and morals.
“That won’t be necessary, Mrs. Miller.” I hold up my hands. “Damien’s eighteen. Therefore, you’re both consenting adults. What you do in private is none of my business and you certainly don’t owe me anything for my silence.”
I’m not sure what to think of the look Mrs. Miller and Damien exchange.
“It’s really not a problem.” Her eyes become hooded and she looks at my crotch. “Just tell me what you’d like to focus on and I’ll be happy to help you.”
I wonder if something in the lab exploded and I’m hallucinating.
That would explain why I’m about to turn her down. “I appreciate the offer, but—”
“He’d like a blow job,” Damien chimes in. “Seeing you naked got him harder than a rock and now the poor guy has blue balls. You should do something to relieve him.”
“Is that what you want?” Mrs. Miller questions. “Do you want me to take care of you? Perhaps do that thing you talked about last night.”
My dick strains against my zipper, liking that very much.
I open my mouth to decline again, but no sound comes out. All I can think about is her lips wrapped around me. Maybe I can convince her to let me stick it where Damien did and make her clean me up too after we’re done.
As if sensing my internal struggle, Damien leans over and whispers, “You’ll regret it if you don’t. She’s got a mouth like a Hoover.”
My heart pounds in my chest when he removes his hand from underneath her skirt and shoves his fingers into her mouth so she can demonstrate her skills.
Christ, I’m so turned on it’s almost painful. One wrong move and I’m liable to bust a nut in my pants.
Surely putting my morals on hold so a
smoking hot teacher can suck me off is the better way to end this ordeal.
“The only way to stop temptation is to give into it,” Damien goads as he undoes the first two buttons on her blouse, giving me a peek at her lacy white bra. “Stop being a pussy and live a little.”
I’d love to live life on the edge like Damien does, but unlike him, I have a future to worry about.
And a conscience that won’t stop gnawing at me.
As if he knows how close I am to cracking, he takes a step in my direction. “No one has to know.” His hand goes to my fly and he tugs my zipper down. “It will be our little secret.”
Before I have time to react to the intrusion, he walks away. “Step off your moral high horse and stick your cock in her mouth.”
As if on cue, Mrs. Miller drops to her knees. Mine turn to jelly.
I look at Damien who’s now standing in front of the closed classroom door. “You’re just gonna stand there and watch?”
He smirks. “Someone’s gotta stand guard and make sure no one walks in while she’s blowing you.” He brings the apple he must have snatched off Mrs. Miller’s desk to his lips and takes a bite. “Don’t worry, I brought refreshments.”
It’s official. Damien King is the proverbial devil on my shoulder.
And God help me because I’m starting to listen to him.
“Take it out,” Damien orders.
I glare at him. “She doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to.”
I look down at her. “You don’t have to do—” White hot pleasure plows through me like a freight train when she takes me into her mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ, Mrs. Miller.”
Damien laughs low and deep. “Told you she was good.”
She’s more than good, she’s the goddamn goddess of giving head.
My enjoyment is short lived though, because my balls start tingling and I know this is going to be over way sooner than I want it to be.
I force myself to think of something…anything to hold off, but it’s not working.