by Madison Faye
“Step away, sir,” the cop says again, and the group of them start to move towards us.
“Fuck off,” I growl.
Which is really the last thing you should say to a group of cops.
I can hear Ellie screaming as they yank her away when they tackle me, and it only fuels my fury as I try and shake them off and get back to her. But there are three of them holding me down, and all I can do is strain against them and roar as a female officer drags Ellie away to one of the cars.
And then she’s gone, and I’m still raging to get free, still roaring at them to fuck off and let me be when they slap the cuffs on and drag me away.
But the worse part is, I don’t get to say it. The worse part is, the words that’ve been bubbling to the surface for weeks now - the words I’ve never said to anyone - are right there.
Only now it’s too late.
26
Ellie
And then it’s over, just like that.
At the police station, there are a million questions, and then even one of the junior Deans of the college asking me over and over if I want to press charges.
What? No.
No, I just want them to let me go and let me get back to the man that I lo-
It’s that thought that eventually has me breaking down into tears, because right then I know it’s true, and I know it’s been true.
I love him, and I’m getting that now that the whole thing is blowing up in my face.
The police and the Dean want me to sign this absurd statement about Liam pressuring me and being “professionally irresponsible”, but I refuse, again and again. Eventually, they try and call my parents, which is mortifying, until I hear my dad threatening a lawsuit over the phone if they don’t let me walk out of there right then.
They let me go five minutes later, and I collapse into Ally’s waiting arms as the tears finally come.
Originally, after that horrible night, the school had wanted to kick me out after I refused to sign anything, until my parents showed up the next day with a lawyer and litigation paperwork. When I’d gone to meet them outside my dorm when they arrived, I’d held my breath, feeling my cheeks burn and waiting for the “this was so irresponsible” talk.
But it never came, because as it turns out, my parents were actually really cool about it. My mom hugged me and stroked my back when I started to cry, telling me it was going to be okay. And my dad just wanted to make sure Liam hadn’t hurt me, and once he saw how opposite the situation was, I think he knew.
I think they both could see it on my face that this wasn’t some sordid affair, or a mistake, or some sort of experimentation.
It was real, right there on my face, and they knew it.
And here we are a week later, and it’s like the sun’s gone away.
A week later, and everything’s changed. Liam’s gone, and I’ve been told part of his pending charges from the college involve him not being in contact with me; phones, email, all of it. Plus he’s been barred from campus. And that’s the worst part, not knowing where he is or what’s going on.
I should feel scandalized - and believe me, there’s plenty of scandal surrounding it - just from walking around campus, but I just don’t care.
Because I just want him. The looks, the arched eyebrows, the whispers - none of it matters, because I know how I feel. And I know what happened between Liam and I might be frowned upon, but it wasn’t wrong. I know that now. It’s something people might not understand, but that doesn’t make it bad.
I’m in class - his class - but of course, it’s not Liam up a the podium anymore. Susan, the department head has taken over Liam’s lectures, and so it’s her up there now, talking about who knows what. Because I can’t focus, especially here in this room that reminds me of him. I’m no longer sitting front and center like I did before, because, well, I just can’t.
Susan is mid-sentence when the door to the lecture hall suddenly slams open, and my heart jumps right up into my throat.
It’s Liam. Here, standing right there and looking right at me.
Susan whirls as he storms in and starts to shake her head and wag her finger. “Oh no, Mr. Martin! You are not supposed to-”
“Uh-huh,” he growls dismissively, moving right past her and never taking his deep dark eyes off of me.
There’s a titter through the crowd of assembled students, but I barely even hear them over the roar of my pulse in my ears.
He’s here, he came back.
He came back for me.
“Mr. Martin!” Susan’s voice is shrill as she scowls at him with her hands on her hips. “I suggest you leave immediately!”
He stops at the front of the class, looking up at the theater seating to where I’m sitting towards the back of the room.
“Mr. Mar-”
“Oh, shut it,” he says, shushing Susan. He winks as he looks up at me, and I’m standing before I can stop myself, totally ignoring the whispers and the shocked gasps around me as I do.
“Ellie Thompson?” Liam’s eyes blaze as he starts to climb the stairs to where I am, his eyes never leaving mine. There’s a gasp from the crowd, but I’m not even seeing them as I push past people in my row and start to move down the stairs towards him.
“Mr. Martin!” Susan shrieks from behind him. “Miss Thompson, sit down!”
But her words wash right over me, and the room almost fades away in slow motion as I’m suddenly crashing into his arms. He’s kissing me, and I’m crying as I throw my arms around him and kiss him back.
He pulls back, those dark, brooding eyes looking right into me. “I love you,” he says, his voice even. “I love you, Ellie, and I’m never going to stop loving you.”
And right then, nothing else matters. Right then, the final piece clicks into place, and despite the whispers and the giggles and the pointed fingers, it’s perfect.
“I love you too,” I whisper into his lips before moaning as he kisses me again.
“You know,” I say, grinning as I pull back. “I’m pretty sure you’re barred from campus.”
“Oh, I’m positive I am.”
I giggle, biting my lip and slowly shaking my head as I stare up at him, right there on the lecture hall steps. “So what are you doing here?”
I shriek as he picks me up suddenly in his arms and whirls us around to the the gasps and cat calls of the crowd as he starts to carry me down the stairs. “Sweeping you of your feet and stealing you away from here,” he says.
“Sounds perfect to me.”
Epilogue
Ellie
And steal me away he did, from the small town college to the big city - New York, actually. Four years later, and we’re still here, and still wildly happy
The initial fallout was bad, of course, and even my parents with being as cool as they are weren’t exactly happy to see me drop out of an ivy league school with a full scholarship. Of course, when I got into another one, they got on board with the situation. It took some finagling, but after I left Hardham, I managed to transfer my credits and qualify for academic scholarship stuff at Columbia for the next semester, which is where I ended up finishing out my undergraduate degree.
It helps that I had a glowing recommendation letter from my English professor.
Ally was pissed, of course, when she found out I was leaving, but she got it. She ended up meeting a wonderful guy of her own that next semester, and as it turns out, she ended up getting a job offer here in New York when she graduated.
Ted lasted exactly three more weeks at Hardham after I left before he got busted trying to slip something into a girl’s drink at a party. He was arrested on drug and intent to assault charges and kicked out of school.
Liam’s hard at work in our living room, writing his newest book. And I know he’s on a deadline with the tour for the smash hit he wrote right after we moved here, but I’m sorry to say that’s not going to stop me.
Besides, I’m six months pregnant and the hormones are crazy.
H
e chuckles as he feels me come up behind him and rub his shoulders, but his tone changes as I slip my hands down into his lap and rub his cock through his pants.
“Honey, I need to write.”
“Oh do you?”
He turns and groans as he sees me in the plaid skirt, the knee-high socks, and the glasses, with my hair up in pigtails. “Too busy for the little school girl you knocked up?” I say, rubbing the bump on my bare belly beneath my full breasts which have somehow gotten even bigger and more sensitive with the pregnancy.
His eyes flare as he sees me, and I shiver at that hungry wolfish look he gets in his eyes. “Nope. Work’s done.”
He slams the laptop shut, and I giggle as he scoops me up and pushes me back onto the couch behind me. I gasp as he pushes my skirt up and growls at my bare pussy, and then I’m crying out as his tongue slides into my wet lips. His hands are strong on my thighs, pushing my legs back as he pushes his tongue deep into my aching pussy.
“Mmm, not so fast, mister,” I groan, pushing him back and sitting up. I tug at his belt and push his jeans down over his hips, cooing as his thick cock bounces out. I let my tongue slip out, wetting my lips as I dip my head to take him in my mouth.
But he’s pulling me around, and I whimper as I feel him slide my body up to his mouth and settle me above him as his tongue delves back between my legs. I moan loudly and then lean forward to wrap my plump lips around his cock, slurping wetly at the head and letting my hands stroke his shaft and his big, heavy balls. I moan around him as he tongues my clit, and I can feel my nipples dragging electrically over his abs.
I can feel Liam swelling up in my mouth, and I can feel my own body begin to tense and writhe as his tongue drives me up to that edge. But then he’s pulling away from me and spinning me around. I moan as I feel him position my hips over his, and when his fat cock begins to slide deep inside of me, I cry out and rake my nails down his chest.
“You know, pretty soon, you’re not going to want me like this, when I’m all huge,” I say, biting my lip as I start to ride up and down his shaft.
“Dream on, honey,” he growls, thrusting deep inside of me. “There will never be a day when I get tired of fucking this perfect, tight little pussy.” I moan as his hands come up to my big, full breasts, cupping them and letting his fingers roll over my nipples. He starts to pump up inside me harder and deeper, and I can feel my whole body begin to melt around him.
Liam groans, and I can feel his cock start to swell inside of me as I start to lose it.
“Now, come for me baby,” he growls into my lips, his hand cupping my breasts and his cock driving into me again and again as I start to fall. “Come all over my big cock.”
I cry out, and feel him erupt inside of me, his hot cum filling me. I bring my lips to his ear as the orgasm tears through me. “Yes, Professor.”
The End
Also by Madison Faye
“Three Times” Series:
Bossed Three Times
Taken Three Times
“Twice” Series:
Twice Driven
Twice Bossed
Twice Tackled
“First Time” Series:
Legal
Professor
Freshman
Baby It’s Cold: A Holiday Short
About the Author
Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, streamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!
Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha heroes, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you!
(Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)
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Legal: A First Time Novel
Legal
She's way off limits, and I know it. The problem is, I don't give a f*ck if she is.
Somehow, that innocent girl next door - that girl I had no business thinking about like that, grew up. And I HAVE to have her. I've never felt this way about anyone, even in my Navy days - obsessed and crazy to the point of madness. It's like something primal; a beast inside of me that roars whenever she's near. She might be my buddy's little girl, and my next door neighbor, and damn near half my age...
But she's legal, and I'm going to be her first; I'm going to claim and breed her. I don't care what the consequences are, because I'm going to make her mine if it's the last thing I do.
Copyright © 2016 Madison Faye
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Editing: Sennah Tate
Cover: White Rabbit Creative
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
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1
Chelsea
I wanted Jake Harding before I even really knew what "wanting" something like that meant. I mean, what wasn't there to want about him? He was charming, and rugged in that manly way you only read in books or saw in movies, and he always had something nice to say to me, even at my dorkiest, nerdiest phase.
He was also incredibly handsome with dark eyes, a strong jaw and a totally dreamy smile. I think I knew a man like Mr. Harding was “sexy” before I even know what sexy was; I knew he stirred something inside of me, even if I didn’t quite know what that something was.
Ok, at twenty-five years my senior, and married, and our next door neighbor, and best friends with my parents, it was hardly a feasible match; not by a freaking mile.
But I couldn't help what I felt. And what started as our names written on the covers of notebooks and childishly flighty daydreams quickly turned into something much more adult and much more longing as I got older.
By the time I was eighteen, a senior, and getting ready to leave home for the first time, I was barely able to talk around him he got me so tongue tied and flustered.
I'd watch him, biting my li
p with bated breath as he peeled his t-shirt off his sweaty muscled torso after mowing the lawn. I'd let my eyes wander over every inch of his rugged chest, and imagine those big strong arms of his - still muscled from years of playing football back in the Navy with my dad - picking me up, instead of the bag full of grass clippings.
Sure, I flirted, in that geeky, bumbling and inexperienced way that girls do before we really know what the hell we're doing. But it obviously never led to anything in the slightest. To Mr. Harding, I was just that gawky girl from next door; his buddy's daughter with braces and a bizarre way of blushing and stumbling over her words.
But still, the seed was there, and as senior year turned into summer, that burning feeling of need and want got stronger and stronger the closer I got to leaving for college.
We’d moved a lot when I was a kid, with my father being a Navy doctor. And being that a lot of those moves were overseas, by the time they got back to the States and stuck me into more regular schooling, I was stuck somewhere between two grades. The school decided that it was better for me to be on the older and more prepared side than the younger and playing constant catch-up side, so I was placed into 8th rather than 9th grade, which was also good because it gave me another year to acclimate to being a kid in the States and not living on a Naval base before I jumped into high school the next year.