Basic Chemistry: LOVE 101 - WILLOW BAY NOVELLA

by Layne, Harlow

  I’m not buying that the doctor’s appointment isn’t for her. Why would she be going then? No, I think she’s going on a date, and I’m determined to cockblock her the same way she used Casey.

  Stepping outside, I realize, like most days, I walked to school today. Deciding I’m not going to let that hinder my stalking, I run from the science building all the way to my house. I know it won’t take long for her to pack and lock up, so I run like my ass is on fire. Throwing my backpack in the passenger seat, I reverse out of my driveway and haul ass back to the science building’s parking lot.

  Once I’m in the parking lot that I think Roxie parks in, I realize I have no idea what car she drives. I guess my stalking skills are lacking. It’s then I notice a red sports car coming from my left. It zips out in front of me and hits the street.

  I’m betting that’s her.

  She certainly loves her red.

  Since I’ve never actually followed anyone before but have seen it plenty of times in the movies and on TV, I try to keep my distance, so she doesn’t realize she’s got a crazy stalker on her tail.

  If me crowding her in her office earlier didn’t piss her off, finding me on her bumper definitely will. Turning on the radio, I blast Panic at the Disco as we make our way out of Willow Bay and head in the direction of Newton.

  Why is she going to Newton?

  Still, I keep at least three car lengths between us. About thirty minutes later, we’re taking the first exit into Newton. Now that we’re back on city streets, I hang back a little further in case she’s wondering why there’s a dark car following her.

  In a way, I hope she notices me. Otherwise, it’s scary to think that some random person could be tailing her, and she’d never know.

  It’s not long until we’re pulling up to a medical building. I park in the back and slowly walk up to where Roxie parks her car, giving her enough time to get out. I know I should probably get back in my car and head home, but for some inexplicable reason, I can’t.

  When I see the man who came out of her office last week get out of the passenger side, I almost lose it.

  Who the fuck is this guy?

  Roxie turns abruptly and looks back at me. “Merrick, what are you doing here?”

  Shit, I must have made some sort of noise.

  The man with her turns and looks at me with annoyance clearly written on his face.

  He takes a menacing step toward me before he looks back at her.

  “Who is this asshole?” We both ask at the same time.

  He whirls back and glares at me.

  Roxie looks up to the sky for a brief moment and murmurs something before she looks back and forth between us.

  “Declan, this is my student, Merrick.” She narrows her eyes when she turns to me. “Merrick, this is my brother, Declan. I don’t know why you’re here, but we don’t have time for this. We need to get inside for a doctor’s appointment. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll see you tomorrow in class.”

  Why do I feel like if she could, Ms. Hart would send me to the principal’s office?

  Maybe following her wasn’t the best idea.

  7

  I couldn’t sleep last night. Once I got home, I realized how wrong it was of me to follow Roxie. Not only from school, but to another town where she was taking her brother to see a doctor. I don’t know his story, but the tight facial features and his limp let me know the guy’s in a lot of pain—pain he’s probably trying to hide from his sister. I have a feeling she doesn’t know the true depth of what he’s hiding.

  Since I haven’t slept, I get out of bed and force myself to get ready. I arrive thirty minutes before class starts, hoping that if I’m standing outside the classroom when Roxie unlocks the door, she’ll let me talk to her and apologize.

  Time is ticking down until class, and now that I’m out in the world, I’m tired, and all I want to do is crawl back in my bed and sleep. Ten minutes before class is set to begin, I see Roxie come around the corner. When she spots me, she halts in her tracks for a split second and then continues like it’s any other day.

  “Ms. Hart,” I barely get her name out before her chestnut eyes narrow at me, and I see the firm set of her mouth. “I’m sorry about last night. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  “You’re damn right. You didn’t know what you were thinking because you weren’t. I told you I was going to a doctor’s appointment that wasn’t mine. Why you felt the need to follow me there, I’ll never know.”

  “I thought you were making it up. That maybe you had a date,” I try to explain feebly.

  “And what difference would have made if I was on a date? What would you have done, Mr. Landry? My dating life is none of your concern,” she hisses as she unlocks the door.

  “I’m sorry. I really am.” I want to tell her if I could stop the pull I feel toward her, I would, but if I said those words, she would make sure she’s never alone with me again. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

  She rounds on me with fire in her eyes. “You’re damn right it won’t happen again because if it does, I will go to the Dean and tell him how you stalked me and sexually harassed me.”

  “I’ll admit I shouldn’t have followed you, but I’ve never sexually—”

  “What do you call what happened at the bar?” Her hands go to her lush hips, and it’s then I take in her attire. I swear she’s trying to kill me with her tight as sin skirts that conform to every sexy curve she has from her waist to her knees. “Hmm?”

  Fuck, did she say something? “What?” I ask, meeting her eyes.

  “I asked what you were doing right that instant. You were looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.”

  “Trust me when I say that meat was the last thing I was thinking about.”

  “Mr. Landry, you’re two seconds away from being kicked out of my classroom, and we both know what that will mean.”

  It means I won’t graduate this year.

  Fuck.

  “I’m sorry, Ms. Hart. You bring out a side of me that I’m not used to. I can’t control myself,” I admit.

  She opens her mouth to say something, but a couple of girls walk into class, interrupting her.

  “We’ll finish this later. Meet me in my office tonight at six o’clock. If you try anything or are late, you can forget about ever coming back to class.”

  Her threat shocks me. Would she really fuck over my life that easily? Going by the hard glint in her eyes, I have no doubt I’m hanging on by a thread.

  I nod and take my seat. I can’t concentrate on the class or what she’s saying when normally I’m hanging on her every word. Instead, all I can think about is how I’m going to make this better. How can I make her see me the way I see her?

  8

  I’m sitting outside Ms. Hart’s office at five-thirty to make sure I’m not late. I didn’t go back home and sleep after class like I wanted to. No, all I could do is wonder how I was going to fix the monumental fuck up I’d created.

  I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t cancel the rest of our sessions if not kick me out of class.

  Roxie comes from the opposite end of the hall and doesn’t even bother to look at me as she unlocks her door and sweeps inside. Nor does she bother to look back at me to see if I follow.

  “Close the door behind you, Mr. Landry.” Her voice is stern, unlike the usual soft tone she speaks with.

  I look at her and then do as she says before I take a step toward her.

  “Roxie,” I start, but when I see the fire in her eyes, I begin again. “Ms. Hart, I want to apologize for last night. I should never have done what I did, and I understand if you feel like you can’t tutor me any longer.“

  “Listen, my brother is a very private man, and he’s been through a lot. I’m not condoning what you did by following me yesterday, but he doesn’t deserve to have his space and privacy invaded like that.”

  “I completely agree. I let my imagination get away with me, and…” Fuck. How can I tell her
I’m obsessed with her and that I couldn’t help myself?

  Some of the tension from her shoulders releases as she stands there and looks at me. “And you what?”

  “It’s going to sound crazy, and you’ll probably want to get a restraining order against me once I tell you,” I state, clasping my hands in front of me.

  “Have you followed me other places? Is that why you were at the bar?”

  “No, nothing like that. I told you I’m friends with Walker, and if it weren’t for the band, there’s no way in hell I would have been in that dump.”

  She nods as if she believes me. “Then what is it?”

  “I’ve never felt this pull toward another human being before in my life—not even my high school or college girlfriends. I’m insanely attracted to you if you haven’t already figured that out yet, and it makes me do and think crazy things.”

  She tilts her head to the side as her eyes spark with curiosity. “What kind of crazy things?”

  “I’ve pictured fucking you all over this office and in the classroom,” I stupidly and freely admit.

  “Is that so?” She hums and licks her lips, making my dick jump in my pants.

  “The simplest things you do get me hard for the entire day until I have no other choice but to take matters into my own hands.”

  “Are you saying you don’t have a girlfriend?” She moves around to sit on the corner of her desk. It makes her skirt hitch up her creamy thighs, and I want nothing more than to run my hands over her smooth skin and taste every inch of her.

  “No girlfriend. We broke up at the beginning of our junior year.” I try to adjust myself in a way that isn’t obvious, but one flair of her eyes, and I know she knows the situation going on in my pants.

  “A fuck buddy then?”

  “No one but my own hand,” I tell her truthfully.

  Her gaze flits to the door and then back at me. “How old are you, Merrick?”

  “Twenty-two,” I blurt out. At least I didn’t say, “I’m legal.” Nothing could be more of a turnoff than that. “How old are you?”

  My eyes follow those red lips of hers as she smirks in front of me. “Haven’t you ever heard you should never ask a lady how old she is?”

  “A time or two. But seriously, what’s the big deal? I’m not sure how you got the job, but you look all of twenty-four, maybe twenty-five.”

  “Well, I’m a little bit older than that. And the big deal, as you say, is it’s against school policy for a teacher to sleep with any of their students.”

  “It’s a good thing I don’t want to sleep with you, then. I just want to fuck your brains out.”

  “You knew what I meant, and if you didn’t, you’re not as smart as I thought you were. Let me ask you something, Mr. Landry. Did you sign up for my help because you truly needed it or because you thought you might be able to charm your way into my skirt if you persisted enough?”

  When she puts it like that, it sounds bad. Really bad. I know I should probably lie if I actually want to get my dick wet, but I can’t. She asked, and now I’m going to tell her the truth.

  “I didn’t need help with writing my research paper, just with picking a topic. But I didn’t think I could wear you down, and all of a sudden, you’d flip up your skirt for me.”

  She stands and moves around to sit behind her desk. She steeples her fingers and rests her chin on them. “At least you were honest.”

  “Are you going to stop our sessions?” I don’t know why I ask when I just told her I don’t need them. I guess it’s because I want to hear her say our alone time is over.

  “I didn’t say that,” she answers and then bites her lower lip.

  A low growl reverberates through me at the sight. “You really have no idea the kind of temptress you are, do you?”

  Her cheeks flush as she shakes her head. “You can’t flatter yourself into a better grade.”

  Does she think I’m lying? I’m sitting here telling her that I’m constantly hard for her.

  I sit forward in my seat and lock eyes with her. “I’m not trying for a better grade. What I’m telling you is the truth. Why don’t you believe me?”

  She lets out a sad breath, never breaking eye contact with me. “This is a highly unprofessional conversation, but if you must know.” She clears her throat and looks off to the side for a moment before locking her gaze on me. “I’m not the kind of woman men or boys fantasize about.”

  What the fuck is she talking about?

  “You’ve got to be kidding me. Don’t play games with me. If you want compliments, I’ll give you compliments.” She shakes her head, and it’s then I read in her eyes. She really doesn’t believe me. “I don’t know any sane male on the planet who wouldn’t fantasize about you. Your body’s smokin’ and the red thing you’ve got going on drives me wild. There’s no way a man hasn’t said what a smoke show you are.”

  She looks down at her lap and then back to me. “Most men find that I’m too curvy. I won’t lie, though. I’ve had compliments, but they were fueled by alcohol and not truth.”

  “Then those men are stupid because they don’t know what they’re talking about. Your body is what a woman’s body should look like. I want nothing more than to…”

  What the fuck am I saying?

  How did we go from her scolding me for my stalker tendencies to me telling her what I picture when I’m jerking myself off to her?

  “What do you want?” She asks, not so innocently.

  It’s then that I notice her chest is heaving and her cheeks are flushed, making me think she likes the words that have been tumbling out of my mouth.

  “Are you sure you want to know? If you’re just trying to get me to say things, so you can kick me out of class…”

  “That’s not why,” she speaks softly. “Tell me what you want to do to me, Merrick.”

  “First,” I say, and she raises a brow as if she’s surprised I have multiple things I want to do with her body. She has no idea. “I want to bend you over your desk, push that skirt up over your hips, and fuck you from behind while I slap that sweet ass of yours until it’s nice and pink.”

  She licks her red lips as she looks to the door.

  Something brazen fills me, making me stand up and move over to her door and lock it. The whole while, I keep my eyes on her.

  “You like what I want to do to you, don’t you?” I ask as I take the few steps to her desk and walk around it. Gripping the back of her chair, I spin her around and look down at her. I fan my knuckles across her pink cheek and watch as her blush travels down her neck and into her shirt.

  “If you don’t want this to happen, you need to say something now because, in two seconds, I’m going to have you exactly the way I want you.”

  I wait. Longer than two seconds gave for her to say something. For her to tell me to leave her office and never come back, but the only thing she does is look at me with lust swimming in her chocolate-colored eyes.

  I can’t hold back another moment and take control of the situation.

  “Stand up,” I order. The moment she’s on her feet, I press the palm of my hand between her shoulder blades until her chest is to her desk. I square myself behind her as I run my hands up the outside of her thighs and slowly start to push her skirt up and over the curve of her hips.

  Now it’s my turn to lick my lips. She’s got on a tiny scrap of fabric between her legs that reveals the plump expanse of her ass. I want to lean down and bite it as much as I want to see my handprint on it.

  Hooking my fingers into the strings that hold her underwear together, I pull them down her shapely legs and tap her leg for her to step out of them. Without thinking, I stuff her underwear into the front pocket of my jeans.

  Her entire body is moving up and down as she breathes heavily, either from the excitement of what I’m doing or because she’s scared of being caught. Maybe both.

  Leaning down, I run my hands over her ass and up her spine. “This is your last chance to tell me
to stop.”

  Not only does she not tell me to stop, but she wiggles her ass against my dick, and I swear I’m close to busting through my zipper.

  Unable to take the torture any longer, I unbutton and unzip my jeans and push them and my boxers down enough to let my cock free. Pre-cum drips from the tip as if he’s crying from being let out of his prison.

  I run my cock along her crack and through her juices as I pull a condom out of my wallet. Thank fuck, I’m prepared. She’s fucking soaked for me, and it’s a heady feeling knowing I made her this way. I want nothing more than to feel her without any barriers, but I’m not going to tempt fate twice in one night and sheath myself.

  Gripping her hip with one hand and tilting her ass up to me, I line myself up at her entrance and thrust inside. I give her a moment to adjust to my size and then let loose.

  With each slam of my hips into her over and over again, my hand connects with her ass. I growl, loving the sound of our skin slapping together and seeing my handprint on her pristine skin, knowing that I’ve marked her as mine.

  Being inside of her is like heaven and hell all at once. Her pussy is so hot and tight, and I know the instant I’m inside of her, she’s ruined me for all other women.

  Roxie pants, and her hands clutch the edge of the desk as if her life depends on it as I rock into her over and over again.

  “Fuck, you feel like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I could stay buried inside of you for the rest of my life.”

  Unable to hold back much longer and wanting Roxie to come before I do, I press my front to her back, pulling almost all the way out, and then slowly slide back in only to change it up. Taking two fingers, I rub slow circles around her swollen clit and feel her walls start to flutter around me.

  “That’s it,” I murmur in her ear. “Come for me. I want to feel you milk my cock.”

  “Yes,” she answers breathlessly, pushing her hips back in time with mine. “More,” she begs, and it’s like music to my ears.

  Never in my wildest dreams did I think she would feel like nirvana at my fingertips.