Winter (Hero Society Book 5)

by Jessica Florence

  Then his hands touched my body and went about undressing me as I had him. His face leaned in and touched hot kisses to random places as he moved. I felt completely under whatever spell he’d cast on me.

  “You see me as a professor?” he whispered against my lips.

  As embarrassing as my thought was, I couldn’t help but nod yes.

  “I see, Gwendolyn, do you wanna earn some extra credit?”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Arthur

  Her pale cheeks blushed pink and my dick was harder than ever.

  If Gwendolyn saw me as some sexy professor, then I would give her the best fucking sexy professor I had in me.

  She nibbled on her bottom lip and then nodded. The movement made me harder than before, which I didn’t think was possible. Gwendolyn wanted to play.

  “Go lie on the bed and show me how you want to earn your A.”

  Naked, and completely unaware of her appeal, she walked to the bed and lay on her back, spreading her legs wide.

  Fucking, fucking, shit, fuck.

  “I’ve never failed a test or missed my homework. And I won’t fail this now.”

  For someone who has never done this before, she is a sexy minx. All I wanted to do was crawl up the bed and settle between her pale thighs. God, she was all pink and glistening.

  “I believe you’ll put forth your best effort, Gwendolyn. Now, I’m going to lick your sweet pussy while you tell me the metals on the periodic table. You are not allowed to come until you say them all, do you understand?” I waited until she agreed before crawling onto her queen-sized bed, kissing up her smooth right leg as I did. Then lifted the left to kiss and lick my way back to the center before placing it over my shoulder for support.

  “You may begin.” I blew against her clit, and she started naming off the metals on the periodic table.

  As soon as my tongue flicked against her, she whimpered, “Magnesium.” Music to my ears.

  Her words were slower and stuttered, which worked perfectly for me since I could lick her all day.

  “I wanna come,” she groaned, and I shook my head, the motion rubbing against her clit, making her cry out in pleasure.

  “Do you wanna get an F?” I asked, trying to keep up our game.

  “If F means fucked, then yes, I want to get fucked.”

  Game over.

  I kissed up her mound and kept going. I wasn’t sure how she would react to my mouth on hers after eating her cunt, but she surprised me by pulling my lips to hers. The whole act was erotic as fuck, and I felt her heat inviting my dick to dive on in.

  “It’s gonna hurt,” I told her, hoping she understood I wasn’t doing this to hurt her, but it would be unavoidable.

  “I know, just do it and don’t stop kissing me.”

  That I could do.

  I wasn’t sure if it would have been easier for her for me to inch in slowly or fast, so I went with the old “rip the Band-Aid off quickly” method and slipped in fast.

  She cried out from pain, and I kissed her through it, holding still so she could adjust.

  “Titanium, vanadium, chromium.” I started naming off the metals that I could remember from the table, hoping it would help distract her from the pain. She took a few deep breaths into me and began naming some with me. Slowly her body began to relax, and I felt like I could move without causing her pain.

  Her hands caressed my arm and settled on my back, nails lightly scraping my skin, making my hips move into her with a bit more force.

  “Oh, I liked that,” she mewled.

  I did too. Picking up the pace, I kept my strokes long and deep, lifting up onto my arms, rolling my hips into hers faster and faster. Her hair was splayed across her pillow, and her eyes were bright and hooded as she felt me sliding in and out, taking my sanity away with every movement.

  Then her eyes traveled down my body to where we were connected.

  I fucking lost it.

  She was watching us, it was hot as hell. Lifting her legs, bending them closer to her chest, my hands went to her breasts, and I unleashed myself on her. Her head rolled back into the pillow and those delectable hands of hers went to my forearms as we rocked together.

  “Watch me fuck your sweet heat, Gwendolyn. It’s a perfect fucking sight. You’re so sexy. Do you even know how sexy you are?”

  We watched me move inside her, and I swear the glistening sight alone was going to make me come.

  “I feel sexy, and I really like this.”

  “You are fucking sexy. You bring me to my knees every time you turn those ice-blue eyes on me.”

  Oh God, her pussy squeezed me tight. She liked me talking to her, and I could feel her body getting ready to detonate.

  “You’re gonna make me come with those noises you make when my cock is deep inside you.”

  She moaned, and her nails dug into my arms, so close.

  “You like my talking, goddess? Telling you how you make me wanna come so fucking hard that I can’t remember my own name?”

  Boom.

  Her head flew back, and she screamed to the gods above as her release swept her away into a sea of bliss.

  I was right behind her, groaning her name as my strokes came faster and harder, feeling every centimeter of her clenching around me in waves, milking me.

  Together we came back from our orgasms and both felt the need for connection. She pulled my head toward hers at the same time I was leaning down, sharing a sweet, deep kiss.

  This girl was my world, and I vowed to make her feel it with every kiss we exchanged.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Gwendolyn

  After cleaning myself up and changing my sheets, which bore the stains of my lost virginity, I returned to my bed with Arthur, my body curled against his, his fingers stroking softly against my bare back.

  He’d been gentle with me, but still managed to unleash himself without me freaking out or feeling uncomfortable.

  I’d said it before and the words still rang true—he’d awoken something in me, and it was hangry. I’d had only a taste of him and his touch. I was far from done.

  He made me wait for a bit before we were at it again. I’d spent the time asking him what positions we could try. Turns out I did not like doggy style one bit. I needed to be able to see his face the whole time. We had to stop for ten minutes while I calmed myself down after that fiasco. But we were teaching each other, and I was figuring out what I liked.

  Now we were still in the bed, Arthur fast asleep on the left side of the mattress with pillows between us.

  He’d put them there, claiming he needed rest, or I was going to drain the life out of him through his dick.

  It made me laugh, and I knew he was kidding. But with dramatic flair, he put the pillows between us, trying to deter me. If anything, it made me more likely to come after him. Once I was obsessed with something, it was all I could think of until my mind found something else to focus on.

  He looked so peaceful sleeping next to me, his glasses lying on my nightstand. I would leave him alone, letting him rest easy in my home.

  I turned over and looked at my nightstand. The orb of metal I kept there was melted and dripping onto the wooden floors. I could understand the feeling. My body felt like it had melted over and over and was forged anew.

  Sleep found me easily, and I didn’t even have to reshape my metal ball more than three times.

  Arthur was up before me in the morning, which surprised me. I found him cooking breakfast in my kitchen, chatting it up with Pops. It was nice to see, although it broke from my routine.

  “Morning, sleepy.” Arthur grinned and then walked over to give me a morning kiss.

  “Morning,” I replied, feeling absurdly shy. He’d literally been inside me many times, and I had the soreness to prove it. Somehow it still didn’t feel real. I watched the muscles flex in his bare back as he walked around the kitchen, finishing the pancakes. He was only wearing his jeans, and his tanned skin and chiseled muscles were a ni
ce contrast to my metal and white apartment. He was color, and I was the blank canvas. Together we made art.

  I could try and just enjoy this for what it was.

  He deserved nothing less than me trying to make whatever this was work.

  “Are you my boyfriend now?” I felt silly asking—we weren’t teenagers in high school—but labeling this felt more secure to me.

  He stopped flipping the pancakes and looked me over with that sexy smirk on his face. I knew he wouldn’t think I was silly, but I could see humor dancing on his face.

  “I’m yours, and you are mine. Call me whatever you want to call me, whatever makes you feel happiest.” He walked over to my coffee machine and poured some into my favorite mug.

  “Pops taught me how to make your coffee. So, I hope it tastes good.” He set the cup on the table and went back to cooking.

  Cora came prancing over and rubbed her metal body against my leg.

  “Hey, Cora.” I reached down and touched my finger to her nose. She wanted attention, and I would have to give her plenty after breakfast.

  “Morning, Pops.” I walked over to my dearest friend, and he had his little hand out for a fist bump.

  “Good morning. I checked the news this morning for you and found only one article of interest. More people have been getting sick, and the water toxicity levels are rising. Nothing said about Terratrex being the ones behind it yet.”

  Not good news. I was glad he checked and reported, but nothing was being done.

  The coffee Arthur made was perfect, and I thanked both him and Pops for making it for me. I was grateful to have them.

  “I think I will call you mine. I guess I don’t need a label. You’re more than a boyfriend, but you’re not my husband. So, mine will work for now.”

  It made sense to me; I felt so much more than what I would consider someone would feel about a boyfriend—it lingered near the edge of husband, the person you wanted to be with forever. But marriage wasn’t something I could think about right now. There were already so many changes in my life I had to adjust to. Just having someone to call mine was a huge change for me.

  “Let’s just take it slow and at your pace. I’ve already mentioned I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me as long as you want me.” His words were sweet as he set the two loaded plates at the table.

  Of course, I should have guessed that he was an artist at everything, including pancakes.

  “How did you make these?”

  I stared at the pancake faces of Cora and Pops, looking almost too good to eat.

  “I’m a pancake prodigy, what can I say?” He poured some syrup on top and dug in. Cora came over to look at her doughy reflection then walked off without any sign she liked what she saw or not. Pops, however, loved that Arthur made him into a pancake.

  I didn’t know who was more in love with the man, me or Pops.

  The thought was startling to me, to say the least.

  Love wasn’t something I felt like I knew anything about.

  Love was not routine. Love didn’t follow a straight line. Love was everything I couldn’t handle and that couldn’t handle me.

  I knew I was in for a meltdown—the thoughts and the emotions of this realization were too much. It was one thing to know Arthur loved me, even if he hadn’t said it yet. But another to feel it for myself. It made everything real.

  I managed to tamp down my freak-out so I could make it through breakfast, and then he promised he would stop by my office for lunch.

  I already knew I wasn’t going to make it much longer, let alone lunchtime. Cora was reading my heart rate and knew I was close to melting down, too. She was by my side instantly, alert and on guard.

  Arthur and I kissed goodbye, and as soon as I watched him leave in his SUV, I ran to my bed and gripped my hair tightly, trying to ground myself before the emotions that were overtaking me just consumed me whole.

  I missed our lunch and felt bad about it later. But I was scared and didn’t know how to handle this new emotion called love.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Gwendolyn

  “What do you mean, they aren’t working right?” I was so confused, listening to Amelia, the head nurse, describe some strange behavior from the robots. They were breaking down. I know this was a trial, but my robots were flawless. I honestly wouldn’t have put them around people if I thought there was a chance that they would break something or hurt someone. The perfectionist in me wouldn’t allow failure like that.

  “I think you should come in and inspect them.” Her tone concerned me, so I grabbed my bag. Cora and Pops were ready to go, jumping onto my shoulders. We were bundled up for the cold and driving to the hospital within five minutes.

  Arthur called as I was pulling in, and I answered quickly, telling him I’d have to call him back.

  Thankfully he wasn’t mad at me that I’d missed lunch yesterday, after I explained to him that I had a meltdown and was passed out for four hours. I should have called, but I was still learning, and now there was this new level of nervousness when it came to him.

  He’d requested that I come over tonight, though, and I hoped I had my shit together by then so I wouldn’t freak him out.

  Nurse Amelia met me at the automatic doors at the front of the hospital.

  “Thank you for coming. One of the robots was charged with a little boy who was just in a bad car accident two weeks ago. He broke his spine and has been in and out of surgery since. Last night the robot started twitching and then kept telling the boy knock-knock jokes while banging on the walls like an animal. We had to move the boy to another room because there are now holes in the walls.”

  I almost forgot how to walk. My robots would never do something like that.

  “Are there others not working properly?” She nodded, and we walked toward a supply closet.

  “When did these strange occurrences start happening?” I peeked in through the little window and saw one of my robots in the closet, it was making a mess all over the place, like it had gone mad.

  “First report came in at nine p.m. last night. It’s been almost nonstop since. We didn’t know what to do, the others aren’t doing anything harmful, but this one was scaring the daylights out of that boy, so we had to move him in here.”

  This was the exact opposite of what I wanted with these robots. They were supposed to help people, make them feel safe—not scare them!

  I opened the door, Pops and Cora ready to help if I needed them, and approached my cozy robot.

  “Cozy robot. This is Gwendolyn. Report internal status.” I gave it the code for my moderator status and its reply was standard. All internal drives and software were working properly. Obviously, something was off, but I’d need to get inside and see.

  “Cozy robot, power down.” The command was an easy one that anyone could say, and it would do as told.

  But this one turned its eyes toward me and blinked. It wasn’t shutting down.

  “Knock, knock, Gwendolyn.” It started walking toward me, dropping the plastic gloves it was holding.

  “Cozy robot, power down now.” I repeated the command, and it still didn’t.

  Its hands lifted in the air just as its knees bent, ready to jump and strike. Without thought, I lifted my hands and melted the robot down. Whatever happened to it was not repairable right now without danger. I’d need to examine the others that hadn’t been a threat to people physically.

  “Something tells me this is not going to be a good day.” Pops looked down at the melted parts on the ground. I hoped it wasn’t hard for him, seeing that. Technically, I could do the same to him. But I wouldn’t. Pops was my best friend. He and Cora both, I needed them in my life forever.

  I cleaned up the mess of the melted robot, and we left the closet to go check out the others.

  After an hour of investigating through so much coding and software, I’d found the problem. A virus.

  Someone had given my robots a virus, making them behave unpredictably.
I was being sabotaged, and there was only one logical explanation for it.

  Terratrex.

  Three hours later, I’d removed the virus from all my robots, and the people had agreed to try again with them. They’d been so much help before, and the patients remembered that. I’d be given one more shot. If anything happened with them again, my robots would be done for. I wished I knew how they could have infected all of them—it seemed impossible unless they did it individually.

  I called Phillip to let him know what happened and heard a string of curses on the other line. Terratrex was fucking up more than the earth.

  “Are you positive it’s them?” he asked, his voice was tense.

  I shook my head no even though he couldn’t see me.

  “No, but there is no one else I could think of that would do this. They were probably planning to swoop in with their robots and win people over.” I was so angry about the virus in my robot.

  “Okay, I’ll handle this. And, Gwendolyn—whatever you do, do not engage Bradly if he comes by to talk to you, okay? Very important.”

  “Yeah, sure.” It was a weird demand from him, but I could agree to it easily. I didn’t really want to talk to Bradly, especially since he worked for Terratrex now and they were messing everything up.

  We hung up, and I suddenly felt exhausted. My mind and body were just tired from the past twenty-four hours. So much had been happening, and I wasn’t used to it. Action, romance, and mystery. I was used to simple and easy routine.

  On our drive over to Arthur’s house, I thought about how complicated my life was getting. I had survived it so far. I guess it would take some getting used to, but my track record so far of handling change had been all right. I wasn’t dead yet, so I could handle some more. Maybe even tell Arthur how I felt.

  Maybe.

  Pops and Cora were excited to be going to Arthur’s warehouse; there was so much to see, and then of course there was Teddy, too.