Doing Wright (Teach Me #1)
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Just as she was about to tumble over the edge, he pulled out, flipped her on her stomach. Her heart raced at his thunderous need. Somehow he found the lube on the bed, and she felt him slick her anus, heard it lather his cock. Then he seized her hair, and drove into her ass.
He hammered hard, without slowing or stopping and Jacy couldn’t get enough. He quickened again, grunted.
“Come.”
Jacy screamed and came apart. She slumped on the bed, and a moment later, he followed her, both of them panting.
After a long moment, Tyson rolled over and drew her into his arms. Into his strong, experienced, perfect embrace.
An unwelcome tightness built in her chest, and she swallowed until it went away. She buried her head in his neck, lest he see the emotions roiling in her on her face.
“You okay?” His hands made lazy circles on her back. The warmth in his voice crushed her heart.
“Sure. Why?”
“Half hour left. Want me to go?”
“Sure. If you want.” Did her voice sound shaky?
He drew in a long breath, then let it out. “Yeah. I better go.” He slid out of her bed, out of her embrace.
Damn. She hadn’t meant it that way. Now she couldn’t ask him to stay without breaking her own rules. Did his expression look distant?
“Tyson…”
He stopped in the middle of pulling on his clothes. His smile looked too big. “Yeah.”
What was she supposed to say? Jacy slid up onto her knees to buy herself time. She ran her hands up his chest, doing up the last two buttons on his shirt.
“So. See you tomorrow in class?”
For a moment he looked at her, and his face was so blank it was hard to tell what he thought. Would he care about her after today? Did she even affect him?
Then his hands slid around her waist, and he pulled her into a hug so tight it shocked her. He inhaled deep and squeezed her close.
“Happy birthday, Jacy.”
She drew back. “Sir?”
He grinned wickedly. “It’s on your papers.”
His remembering her birthday sent an absurd volt of affection for him through her. Fuck, he wasn’t making this easy. It was ridiculous, but the light in his eyes made her wonder if this whole thing had been some sort of gift to her.
Tyson pulled her close again, and his mouth brushed her ear. “See you tomorrow, Jacy. And just so you know. I’ll be thinking about you.”
He left without another word. His footsteps filled the house then the door opened, then closed. His car started up. With every sound, her heart squeezed tighter.
His words rang in her head long after he was gone.
I’ll be thinking about you too, sir.
About Raven Clark
As a young girl Raven Clark dreamed of being abducted by a savage alien warrior, whisked away by a brutal pirate, or rescued by a cape-bearing hero. When none of these men came to claim her, she brought them to life in her stories. Then 12 years ago she met the man of her dreams. He doesn’t wear a cape, fly a spaceship, or wield a sword, but sometimes she swears they’ve mind melded.
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