Teach Me Like That (LMLT Book 2)

by Marie James

  Unfortunately, the classroom is empty, and I have no idea where to even look for the girls and their incredibly sexy teacher. I wander down the hall looking for someone to help me. My luck holds up when I peer in an open door and find the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen loading a shelf with colorful boxes of Kleenex.

  “Finding Dory on a box of tissues is actually a thing?” I ask startling her.

  Several boxes of tissues tumble to the ground, and I do the only chivalrous thing I can think of as she bends over to collect them. I grip a handful of her ass while she’s vulnerable. I expect her to slap my hand, punch me in the nuts… something. I did just walk and leave her yesterday after she came on my dick… twice. But, all I get from her is a shy smile.

  “Amanda, one of the parents, brought those for her son. Apparently, rich kids are very particular about where their snot goes,” she explains.

  “Ridiculous,” I mutter shaking my head.

  She shrugs, placing the boxes back on the shelf. “Not really. You have to keep in mind that these kids are still very young. They believe a Ninja Turtle Band-Aid will fix a severed finger. If Finding Dory tissues are what keeps them from wiping snot on their shirts, hey, I’m all for it.”

  “Good point,” I concede stepping in closer to her. I pull the door to the small supply closet closed as I crowd her, forcing her back against the shelving.

  “What are you doing?” she asks quietly glancing over my shoulder as if some random person is going to walk in on us during the five minutes we’re here alone.

  I flex my hips against her stomach. Her eyes widening means she feels my thickening erection in my jeans.

  “Absolutely not,” she chastises. “You’re out of your mind.”

  “I’ll be quick,” I promise in her ear before licking down her neck.

  She groans and shudders against me. Her hands roam up my back as I take a handful of her dark hair in my hands, using my grip to tug her head back.

  She presses her palms to my chest and urges me away. “I can’t,” she says.

  “You already have,” I remind her.

  “Yesterday didn’t happen, Kegan,” she says with an eerie sense of calm to her voice.

  “I beg to differ, Lexi. If I recall, both of your orgasms were very real. You can’t deny something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. That’s just not fair.” I lean forward, resting her hands on my chest and nip at her earlobe.

  “I’m not having sex in the supply closet of the school,” she hisses.

  That’s what her mouth says, but it doesn’t stop her from tilting her head to the side so I can suck gently on the pulse point in her neck.

  I remove one of her hands from my chest and guide it down my body until she’s gripping my cock. I roll my hips instinctively.

  “We don’t have to fuck,” I tell her with a wicked smile on my face.

  She shakes her head at my brazenness, but the smile never leaves her lips.

  “I’m not sucking you off in the supply closet either,” she counters.

  “You owe me,” I say with seriousness.

  She huffs indignantly. “Owe you? How did you come to that conclusion?”

  “That little wink and then taking off this morning,” I explain. “You could’ve avoided this if you’d just talked to me.”

  She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?”

  I nod.

  She grips my cock harder and leans in closer. I nearly lose my shit when I feel her hot breath on my neck. “You want a blowjob,” she taunts.

  “No teeth,” I add.

  She takes a step back. I’m coming to terms with the fact that she’s not the type of woman that’s going to hit her knees in a supply closet at her job, when I feel her nimble fingers open the top button on my jeans.

  She reaches inside the loosened fabric and wraps her hand around my straining erection.

  “That’s all you want?” I follow her line of sight as she lowers her eyes to my dick.

  “For now,” I breathe when her fingernail scrapes gently over the head.

  “I bet. And what do I—”

  The door opens before she can finish her thought.

  Scrambling, she pulls her hands from me, but there’s no denying what we’re doing in here. Our profiles are facing the open door, and well, my dick is out.

  “What in the world is going on in here?”

  I turn my eyes to the intruder. The headmistress.

  I tuck myself back into my jeans and zip up. I don’t rush because there’s really no point.

  A sniffle comes from Lexi, and when I look over at her, I notice a tear roll down her face. My gut clenches. I put her in this situation, and there’s no clear way to make things better for her.

  Amelia crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot.

  “We have a clear no fraternization policy, Ms. Carter. Not to mention the fact that you’re also engaging in sexually deviant behaviors in the supply closet, during school hours.” The look she’s giving Lexi hints at more hatred than just getting caught with her hands on my cock, and for some reason, it rubs me the wrong way.

  “Sexually deviant behavior? On school property?” I say turning my full attention to the spiked-heel bitch that’s berating Lexi.

  “Yes,” Amelia spits. “This school has higher standards than teachers who are involved in such things.”

  “Really?” I hiss at her doing my best to keep my voice down because we are in an elementary school. “Where were your complaints about school property and sexual deviance when I was fucking you in the ass on your desk a couple months back?”

  Amelia’s indignant attitude falters, but it’s the gasp coming from my right that demands my attention.

  My fucking mouth.

  I watch as full realization dawns in Lexi’s reddened eyes. Her face switches back and forth, looking at me then Amelia.

  The slap in the face that comes a second later is much less than I deserve. I close my eyes, unwilling to watch Lexi as she walks away.

  “A little too much attitude for a fuck toy, don’t you think?”

  My blood boils at Amelia’s words. “Don’t ever talk about her like that.”

  She disregards my anger and sidles closer, attempting to run her long fingernail down my chest. I step out of her reach.

  “Don’t be angry, Mr. Cole. I can satisfy you more than she ever could. Since when do you go after the homely kind?”

  I dump every ounce of my gentleman nature at my feet and close the distance between us. Her seductive smirk tells me she’s not reading the situation right.

  “Since fucking whores like you left me unsatisfied.”

  I turn my back on her and reach for the door handle.

  “She’ll lose her job for this,” she spits.

  A single calming breath is all I allow before I turn back to her. “If she loses her job for touching my dick in a closet, imagine what will happen when they find out you got fucked in the ass while an apple paperweight was shoved in your dirty cunt.”

  She finally takes a hint and backs away from me. My fists clench, but I know even as enraged as I am, I’d never hit a woman. I walk away from her as calmly as I can to get the girls and get the hell out of here.

  Chapter 18

  Lexi

  I went back to my classroom yesterday to finish my day and waited for my pink slip that was sure to arrive before the final bell rang. It never did. I even went by the office after school was out, ready to face my dismissal. Amelia was nowhere to be found. Sharon, the front office manager, said she had left before last period started.

  The same time Kegan would’ve been leaving.

  I was told by my recess paraprofessional that he came and picked the girls up early, so I know the chances are slim she went with him, but the idea still niggles.

  I can’t stop the racing thoughts in my head. My brain has been running scenarios since I laid down last night. I roll over again, not really wanting to get up, but knowing I can’t stay in bed
any longer.

  I grab my cell phone and look at the time. Almost ten. I stayed in bed later than I thought.

  I head to the kitchen to make coffee and revel in the silence around the house. No machinery is making noise; no loud instructions are being yelled by workmen. Just silence.

  Kegan didn’t call or text to explain. I don’t know why I expected him to, but it doesn’t ease the sting of not being worth an explanation. I know I told him that Thursday night didn’t happen; he knows why I turned him down the half dozen times he wanted to hook up before, but that didn’t keep shit from blowing up in my face.

  I sit on the back porch and enjoy the serenity I’m sure won’t last. Selecting Jillian’s contact in my phone, I press send and wait for her to answer.

  “Nope,” is her greeting.

  “Nope what?”

  “You’re not calling to cancel our plans tonight. I don’t care how much you want to. You need to go out more than anyone I know.”

  “I’m calling,” I begin, “because I want to know what you’re wearing. The last time we went out we practically wore the same thing. I want to look different, noticeable beside you, not like your cross-dressing brother.”

  I don’t really look like a boy, but beside Jillian and her plump ass and way more than a handful breasts, anyone without curves looks a little masculine.

  “What were you thinking?” she asks as if she didn’t just preemptively bite my head off.

  “That half maxi dress. You know the one with the turquoise bottom and shimmery, black, flowy top.”

  “The one that’s super snug and short?” I can hear the thrill in her question.

  “Yes, that one.”

  “Perfect,” she praises. “I think I’ll go with the coral mini skirt and a new white sequined top I got last week.”

  “Sounds great. Pick me up at eight?”

  “Seven,” she clarifies. “We’re heading out of town tonight. We’ve exhausted the waters in town. Tonight calls for a fresh hunting ground.”

  “I’m not hunting, Jillian. I just want to have a few drinks and dance.”

  “Well, I’m hunting. So just deal with it.”

  “You’re always hunting,” I mumble under my breath.

  “What’s that?” she asks.

  “I’ll see you at seven,” I tell her before hanging up.

  Jillian may be older, but sometimes I wonder who the twenty-five-year-old is in this friendship.

  True to Jillian form, she was twenty minutes late whereas I was ready half an hour beforehand. One of these days she’ll be on time, but today isn’t her day. A plus is that she hired a driver tonight since we’re going out of town and planning on copious amounts of alcohol.

  I can feel the sidewalk vibrate under my feet as we walk up to SWEAT. I don’t know why they’d name a club that, but the name is not keeping people away. After twenty minutes in line, a guy walking up and down the sidewalk picking people at random selected Jillian, and I got to tag along. When I say random, I honestly mean he’s looking for the best-looking people to head inside ahead of everyone else. It happens at almost every club we go to, and Jillian almost always gets picked. If she doesn’t… well, we never go back to that club again.

  She’d mentioned wearing a mini skirt, but I should’ve known that her idea of a mini is actually a micro-mini. The lower section of her butt cheeks were visible, but hey, it got us off the sidewalk and into the club, so I’m not complaining.

  The pulse of the music seems to change the rhythm of my heart as we step up to the bar and order shots. We decided on the ride over that tonight was going to be wild, so fruity cocktails had no place in our evening.

  We start with two shots each, but that turns into three when a guy down the bar buys us each a shot with a wink. We raise our shots to him in thanks but turn our attention back to the dance floor that’s vibrating and moving with dozens of people.

  Jillian has a rule about guys that send shots without approaching first. She feels like if they don’t have the balls to come over and offer to buy a drink in person, they’re not worth the time. Me? I just like free booze. So it’s pretty much win-win.

  “Want to dance?” she yells over the music.

  I nod and smile. I want to get lost in the rhythm. I want to forget the fact that come Monday morning I may not have a job. I want to get Kegan Cole out of my head. He’s taken up too much space over the last couple of weeks, and it’s time to replace him with something else.

  I contemplate taking up yoga for the whole, free your body and mind techniques, but then I remember I’m a klutz and nearly killed myself trying the downward dog in my living room a few years back.

  Jillian takes my hand and tugs me toward the dance floor. We’re only several feet away when a hand snakes out and grabs mine.

  I turn suddenly, gearing up to yank my arm from the stranger’s grasp. “What the fu—”

  My eyes meet those of my cousin.

  “I thought you were going to attack me!” he hollers over the raging beat of a techno song.

  I laugh at the wide-eyed look on his face. “I think I almost did!”

  I can feel Jillian at my side, and my body registers the angry vibration of hers. I look past Justin’s shoulder and see exactly what she’s pissed about. Hawke is huddled in close to a woman wearing a lime green wig of all things. She’s not the only one wearing fake hair in the club, but the fact that Hawke is even talking to someone who’d wear one is the oddity.

  “Why the fuck are y’all here?” Jillian spits at Justin.

  I place a calming hand on her shoulder, but she shrugs me off.

  Justin just looks at her like she’s asking a question she already knows the answer to.

  “You know exactly why we’re here.” He gives her a frustrated look and takes a long pull on his beer.

  I shake my head. It’s clear Justin is as annoyed as I am about the bullshit Jillian and Hawke put each other through. I can tell we’re an incident or two away from an intervention with them.

  I tug Jillian’s hand and pull her toward the dance floor. I didn’t come out tonight to watch her and Hawke one-up each other, and if that’s how the night is going to go, I’ll leave right now. I’ve grown weary of Justin and I being dragged into their antics.

  Five songs later and I’m covered in sweat, and the mild tingle of the liquor has settled into an incredible languor. I stopped paying attention to Jillian, who’s done nothing but stare at Hawke sucking face with Wig Girl, and found my rhythm dancing with different people on the dance floor.

  I motion to Jillian that I’m going to grab another drink and head to the restroom to towel off. She waves me off because I blocked her line of sight. The guy dancing behind her has one hand on her bare thigh and is cupping a breast in his hand, but it’s almost as if she doesn’t even realize he’s there.

  Pitiful. I remind myself to never get so wrapped up in a man that I refuse to tell him how I feel. I’d rather put it all out there than dance around each other for years. The mental affirmation automatically brings Kegan to mind. I shake my head as I walk toward the restroom.

  I can’t keep my mind off of him. I’m so focused on him that my mind formulates his scent as if he’s standing right beside me. I close my eyes for two brief steps and inhale deeply.

  Just like out on the dancefloor, my arm is grabbed again. I don’t mess around. This isn’t the bar area where I’m surrounded by other people; this is a more remote area of the club. I turn on my feet and send a closed fist punch through the air.

  By the time I recognize the blue eyes looking back at me, it’s too late to stop the momentum of my hand. Pain radiates up my arm as Kegan grabs his jaw with his free hand.

  I cover my mouth in surprise at what I’ve just done.

  “That’s twice now you’ve hit me in the face,” he says rubbing the injured flesh.

  “And both times you’ve deserved it. You should know better than to grab women the way you just did.”

  I shrug
out of his grip and cross my arms over my chest. To him, I hope it looks as if I’m closed off and unapproachable, when in fact, I’m doing it to keep my hands off of him. The sight of him in blue jeans and t-shirt, combined with the sexy man scent he seems to carry around with him, is almost too much for my senses.

  “I was standing right over there,” he says pointing to the other side of the narrow hallway. “I thought you saw me and were just being stubborn.”

  “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  “Would you think I’m a freak if I told you I followed you?”

  My eyes widen. My heart beats faster. We’re nearly forty-five minutes away from my house. What does it mean that he’s willing to go so far?

  “Are you freaking stalking me now?”

  He shakes his head no.

  “I was about to pull into your driveway and saw the town car leaving. I made a hasty decision.”

  “Why would you do that?”

  He shrugs. “After you didn’t call or text yesterday, I felt like I needed to see you. I want to explain about Amelia.”

  I hold my hands up to stop him. “You don’t owe me an explanation, Kegan. But, I’m not that girl. I’m not like Amelia. I lost my head for a minute in the closet, but I don’t do that stuff. Ever.”

  He takes a step closer. I take a step back. This happens several times until my back is against the wall. My body is thrumming with electricity at his proximity.

  “I know you’re nothing like Amelia,” he says as his eyes land on my lips. I lick them instinctively. “Do you think I’d follow her just to explain something to her?”

  “I have no idea, Kegan. I don’t know a damn thing about you.” I attempt to sound indifferent, but my words come out breathy and aroused.

  “Yes you do,” he says closing the remaining couple of inches between our bodies. “You know how I feel when I’m deep inside you.” He licks up my neck to the sensitive spot below my ear. “You know how hard I get just being near you.” He rolls his hips against mine; his blue jean clad erection comes tauntingly close to my clit.

  I tilt my head to give him more access. “I bet half of Spokane knows all of those things about you.”