The Substitute (The Bros Series Book 1)

by Xavier Neal

  I helplessly smile at his effort, but wider over the fact Scott made himself some easy money.

  After Nate dims the lights and settles back behind his desk, I casually start typing my reply. Sure, there are rules on paper about cell phones being used during the school day, but they’re never actually enforced unless there’s a quiz or a test. The majority of my classmates text from one class to the next and then during their entire class period. None of the teachers care. That’s not what they’re here for. Their only true job is to bridge the gap for the students of Ollander to get into whatever college it is their parents demand. Add that to the long list of reasons I adore Nate. He actually gives a shit about what he’s teaching when he subs. He’s committed to whatever subject it is. He always tries, like teaching still matters. Like some of us still care to learn. I know I’m in the minority of those people, but what can I say? It’s nice to occasionally appreciate my education the way my mother is imagining I should.

  Me: Yeah. You got me.

  It doesn’t take him long to reply.

  Josh: I do? Is that a yes to the game tonight?

  Me: No.

  Josh: Is that a no?

  My eyes lift to see Nate wiggling his pen between his fingers, attention focused on the television.

  Of course it’s a no. There’s only one person I want to watch the game with, or any game with for that matter, and he’s sitting in the front of my classroom, purposely avoiding eye contact with me. Which, he should be, I know. Of course I know this. It’s not like I want him to get fired just to be reminded he’s thinking about last night like I am… I can’t believe out of all the places to hang out downtown, him and his friend decided on mine. It’s rare on Thursday nights to get anything besides the regulars. I opted out of being his waitress on purpose. Didn’t want to embarrass him or myself, but as the night went on, every time I glanced his direction, his eyes were licking my curves and his mouth was slightly open like he was entranced by my movements. Like each blink was tacking up ‘do not touch her’ signs for all the other males in the room. When I unexpectedly ran into him coming out of the bathroom and I suggested he make those looks mean something, I was completely expecting him to laugh me off. But he didn’t. Not even for a second. He invaded my space. Thumbed my bottom lip. Told me he’d wait for my shift to end. There was no hint of hesitation in his tone. No booze on his breath. Every word, every action, was committed with complete certainty. I was his and he wanted to make sure I knew it.

  My phone vibrates in my hand again.

  Josh: Sit with me at the pep rally.

  I roll my eyes at the idea. Every fucking Friday there’s a game, there’s a pep rally. Our classes are even timed to allow for the last twenty minutes to specifically cater to the school spirit nightmare. It’s the same shit every Friday. They announce who we’re playing, the cheerleaders cheer some themed rival chant, the players flex and promise a win. I honestly don’t know what happens after that point because Sloane insists we bail and wait for the bus. It’s not like anyone notices or cares. We’re not important cogs in their prestigious machine. To them we’re more like the dust that clogs it.

  Shortly after Dorothy meets the Tinman, the dismissal bells rings.

  Everyone promptly stands and Nate announces, “Enjoy your weekend.”

  There are a few polite “you toos”, but mainly everyone scrambles to get out of the room and to their friends they actually want to see in the halls.

  The moment I’m out of my seat, he states, “Miss Jacobson. A word?”

  Hearing him say my name with force and control causes my pussy to instantly clench in anticipation. “Of course.”

  I approach his desk and make my way around so I’m directly blocking his view of the hallway.

  He turns his chair to face me before he leans around my frame to say to the last student walking out, “Shut the door behind you, please.”

  The door closes, and I hold in the desire to whimper.

  Nate’s blue eyes zero in on me. Against his own volition they scan my outfit, soaking in the way it clings to my chest and dangles high on my thighs. His hands twitch from temptation to touch me. The simple action causes me to slightly spread my legs.

  He shoves down a growl, though I hear the tail end of it. Nate braces an arm on the desk, allowing his hand to dangle off, and proceeds in a quiet, firm tone, “Miss Jacobson, I just want you to be aware that what happened between us last night was…” His mouth struggles to say the word mistake.

  He shouldn’t be able to because he knows it wasn’t one. It was far from some momentary lapse of judgement. No. What happened between us was the beginning of something deep and beautiful.

  “It was a onetime indiscretion. I would appreciate it if you kept it between us. My job here as a sub matters to me and if rumors got around that something happened between me and a student-”

  “I won’t tell,” I promise and scoot closer, his hand now lightly touching the fabric of my dress.

  Nate gradually nods. “Good. And I just want to be clear with you, it won’t happen again.”

  I drop my hand on top of his. A sharp jolt of electricity shocks us both into lightly moaning. With a crooked smirk on my face, I state, “That’s where you’re wrong, Nate. It can and it will.” Before he can argue, I nudge his hand to check underneath the hem of my dress. His fingertip eagerly grazes my wet lips.

  An animalistic groan is stifled in his throat.

  “Whenever you’re ready…I’m all yours.”

  The words are rewarded with a cracked jaw, a graze of my clit, and his free hand making an adjustment to his swollen cock.

  Slowly, I back out of his touch, the disappointment on his face undeniable. Rather than say anything else, I wink, spin on my heels and exit, leaving him with a vivid reminder things between us are just getting started.

  Classes for the day continue on as uneventful as usual. By the time I get to English Lit after lunch, Josh has annoyed his way into new territory. During class he spends the entire first half trying to talk to me, which results in Miss Jones, one of the only non-married teachers on campus, to threaten him with detention. We all know her threat is idle, but it helps shut him up and gives me the much needed space I have been craving.

  In my last class of the day, The History of World Politics, the only one I have with my best friend, it doesn’t take long for me to notice how restless she is.

  Sloane leans over my shoulder and quietly states, “We’re stopping by the vending machines before we go to pep prison. And not the ones on the way, but the ones down in the athletic hall where the good shit is. You know, the one by the concession stand closet.”

  I frown and glance over my shoulder. “Really? That’s far.”

  She rolls her brown eyes. “And? Do you really wanna make it to the cheer train before it leaves the station? You don’t think One Direction’s big brother isn’t going to be actively looking for you to sit with him?”

  The reminder of Josh’s over the top need for my attention today slumps me further down in my chair. “Ugh. He’s like having popcorn stuck in your teeth.”

  She giggles. “A pain in the ass?”

  About the time I snicker back, Mr. Walsh clears his throat, eyebrows lifted our direction. “Am I interrupting something?”

  We shake our heads in unison and Sloane plops back down into her chair.

  He adjusts his tweed jacket and returns to explaining the differences between a democracy and a constitutional monarchy. His monotone voice resumes tempting my eyelids to shut. I lean over, rest my face in the palm of my hand, and allow my thoughts to drift back to Nate. His firm chest. Abs no one is probably expecting. The thickness of his long cock. How much it stings as it stretches me, but instantly satisfies with that first stoke. My legs drift together in an attempt to dull the ache. I’m not sure how long it’s going to take before he comes my way for seconds or thirds or a never ending buffet of the incredible sex, but when
he does, and I know he will, I’ll be ready. Screw that. I’ll be more than ready. Pretty sure when it comes to Nate Greene my body is always ready.

  The dismissal bell finally rings and we quickly make ourselves scarce from the classroom. Sloane loops her arm through mine and begins to spew the information she’s been holding all day to tell me, that was too juicy for texts and that she didn’t want Scott to hear. I listen to my best friend ramble about A.J., the only male she considers worth our time in school. Typically, she goes for college guys, claiming they have the better parties and are crushed less when you don’t call them the next week. I’m not exactly sure how A.J. became the exception to the rule or fascination of her fleeting attention span, but he did. Personally? I think his head’s too big for his body. It’s like being attracted to a lollipop with slightly better muscles.

  “Now that he’s done with Amy…” Sloane smirks and hits the combination for a bag of Cheetos. I’m thinking of maybe crashing The Circle this weekend and showing him all those things his pretty little prude wouldn’t do.”

  I snicker at her comment and lean against the wall beside the machine.

  “Wish Scott didn’t hate him so fucking much,” her rambling continues as my eyes drift down the vacant hall. “It would make everything so much easier on me.”

  A hum of understanding escapes seconds before Nate crosses into my vision. His eyes catch a glimpse of me, which causes him to do a double take. He ceases his movements and allows his stare to remain on me. The feeling of his eyes caressing the places his hands wish to, reignites the ache the memories caused earlier. With my eyes connected to his, I push my chest slightly forward, and tilt my head to the side, daring him to approach me. To taste me. To take me.

  The obnoxious noise of chips being opened right next to me sounds faint in comparison to the thrumming in my chest.

  Nate gives the back of his neck an uncomfortable rub before he motions his head to the side.

  I try not to squeal at the implication. Cutting off Sloane mid A.J. rant, I say, “Hey, I’m gonna swing by the bathroom real quick.”

  She sucks the cheese off her finger. “Want me to go with?”

  “Nah. Go convince Scott to move away from where Josh can find us. Maybe the bottom back corner closest to the door so we can bail after Scott can’t take any more of your whining.”

  “I don’t whine,” she scoffs.

  “You so do.”

  Sloane sticks her tongue out at me, bites her chip, and strolls off for the gym.

  Thankful getting rid of her is easier than expected; I give my hair a small ruffle and round the corner to the hallway where Nate is waiting. I take my time approaching him. I drink in his tall, slender frame. Admire the way he holds himself as if he’s completely composed, yet is straining to keep still with every step I take. A smirk hits my lips. I do this to him. I make him straddle the line of gentleman and savage. I bring that out in him. That has to mean something, doesn’t it?

  I stop my body in front of his.

  He tilts his head with a hint of curiosity. “Shouldn’t you be headed to the pep rally, Miss Jacobson?”

  “Shouldn’t you, Mr. Greene?”

  The counter causes his straining jaw to twitch. “I’m faculty. It’s an option.”

  Nodding, I casually take a step closer and inhale the sweet smell of his designer cologne. Unlike the guys who go to school here, he’s not bathed in whatever the latest Axe commercial influenced him to buy. It has a sweet yet spicy aroma. Gentle but distinct. Just like him it’s two opposite forces swirling for dominance. With my body now only inches from his, I glance up with an innocent façade just as the sound of the cheering begins. “Oh no…Guess this makes me tardy now.” I drop my hand to graze the outside of his suit covered hard on. I lower my voice and keep my touch light. “Wanna punish me for it, Teach?”

  His teeth sink into his bottom lip, however it doesn’t stop the growl from escaping.

  My hand cups his balls and he groans again. “A spanking might help…”

  To my surprise, he doesn’t move. The lack of response is unsettling. Maybe I misread the situation? Maybe he’s not ready for another round yet. Maybe he brought me over here to try to explain to me again how he thinks this was just a onetime thing…

  Finally, his eyes glance at the hallways around us. Once he’s satisfied it’s clear, he pulls out his staff security card, steps back to the concession stand closet door and swipes, granting us access. Without a word he indicates for me to slip inside. The moment I’ve crossed the threshold, he spins me around by my hips and covers my lips with his. There’s no time to think or tease as he shoves me against the closest shelf. My bag tumbles to the ground, bumping into a case of something, adding thrill to the naughty situation. Nate wraps one hand around the back of my neck while the other slides between my legs, straight for my pussy. His tongue entraps mine without remorse. Each time he delivers a heat filled press, he increases the speed, the pressure, the punishment, until my lungs are burning from the inability to grab a breath. Unlike last night, he doesn’t take his time to treasure me. He gives my pussy a rough rub, inspecting my wetness. Pleased at its soaked state, he turns me around and pushes down on my back. I grip the edges of the shelf while he yanks my dress up. At the feeling of my bare ass exposed for him, I whimper in anticipation. The sound spurs his actions to move faster. Glancing over my shoulder, I eagerly watch him unbuckle his belt, lower his zipper, and drop his pants just enough to release his stiff cock. Another whimper starts to escape but is cut off by a deep inhale as he sharply thrusts inside. A mutual melted moan echoes around the small closet.

  Nate uses one hand to wind the chain of my necklace around his hand and yanks me back while the other gives my ass a strong hard pop. I struggle to gasp from the unexpected discomfort, although the chain tightening makes it damn near impossible. An unusual exhilaration from pain meeting pleasure causes my pussy to pulsate fiercely. He pulls on the chain in tandem with his pounding. Each momentary break allows for just enough air to keep me from passing out, but not enough to gain any sort of control. There’s no power for me here. This isn’t about sharing the responsibility of great sex. This is about dominating. Declaring that this is his territory to tear apart any time he decrees. The helplessness has my muscles weeping in agreement. His actions reach a new level of urgency, and my entire body trembles. My knees buckle. My eyes shut tightly, drifting into a euphoric state that has every nerve ending in my entire body on fire. He delivers another pop. And then another. My grip on the metal tightens to the point the bars are bruising my hands. The low whimpers grow into more as my pussy anxiously milks him, needing his cum to mesh with my own. All of a sudden, my orgasm hits with enough force to send a shriek out of my system.

  Nate swiftly strengthens the hold on the necklace and commands, “Take it, baby. Take it all for me.”

  The term of endearment releases another wave of wetness through my pussy, this time draining him in the process. Scorching stream after stream suffocates my screaming pussy while the two of us pant profusely. His grip on the jewelry disappears, but his hand gives my ass one, hard final grab. I drop my head forward and allow the bliss to blind all of my senses.

  A random wave of screams from the gym breaks out and I smirk at the added reminder of how dirty this moment is. Just as I begin to gain my composure, Nate stirs behind me, cock still wedged deep inside. His hands swiftly run up the front of my body forcing my back to be flushed to his front. With mansuetude, his tongue laps the recently tortured flesh, instilling an unusual sense of security inside of me. I let out a sweet sigh.

  Yes, there is a savage he keeps chained up, one that’s dying to rip and ravage everything in its path, but that same uncivilized creature, is desperate to nurture and nestle. To show affection. To receive approval. To be loved and appreciated for everything it is, not just specific aspects. And that’s exactly what I plan to do. The moment he lets me.

  NATE

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nbsp; “Fucked.” I resume pacing back and forth in Holden’s kitchen. “Fucked! Fucked! Fucked!”

  He leans his tattooed arms on the counter of his island. “Good thing my kids aren’t home.”

  “Fucked….” I drag out the word before finally stopping directly across from him. “I’m fucked, bro.”

  “Got that much.”

  With a long exhale, I run my fingers through my hair, and blurt out, “I fucked a student.”

  Holden’s eyebrows lift.

  “Twice.”

  He begins a slow nod, keeping any indication of his opinion on the matter completely under wraps.

  Okay, fucking her wouldn’t have been so bad if it was just the one time like I’d intended. And that was all I had planned. I spent the entire night and following morning repeatedly telling myself that this shit wouldn’t happen again. That it couldn’t. Then I made the mistake of trying to tell her this to her face and lost my shit. I don’t know what it is about her but I can’t tell her no. I don’t want to tell her no. I wanna tell her yes then make her scream yes until she’s begging me for more….Fuck. This. Is. A. Problem. The only thing that makes this shit worse is I know it’s wrong, but that’s the absolute last thing it feels like when we’re together. Like I said before. Fucked.