Addiction (The Hunted Series Book 2)

by Ivy Smoak

  "I'm not sure if that's true." He hit another solid ball easily into one of the pockets. "Besides, you must have known I wasn't terrible if I owned a pool table."

  I put my hand on the edge of the table. "Well, if I had been thinking clearly, I would have just asked you to fuck me on it."

  His eyebrows lowered slightly. "Unbutton my jeans, Penny."

  I looked down at the bulge pressing against his jeans. "That's what you want me to do to you?" I wanted him to fuck me. I didn't want to wait anymore.

  "I need to be ready when I get my next shot in." He grabbed my hand and placed it on the waistline of his jeans.

  I liked the feeling of his happy trail on the back of my hand. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He wanted to be ready to fuck me. At least that meant he was planning on eventually pleasing me. I pushed his jeans down, put my hands on the waistband of his boxers, and looked up at him.

  He nodded his head.

  I liked undressing him. There was something really sexy about slowly revealing all my favorite parts of him. Especially with him watching me do it. I pushed his boxers down, freeing his erection once again. I liked fucking him even more, though. I wrapped my hand around his erection.

  James cleared his throat and handed me my pool stick.

  I batted my eyelashes at him. "Sorry, wrong stick." I walked back to the table and bent over again. I arched my back and spread my legs. I wanted to feel him inside of me. Maybe this would tempt him.

  In a second I felt his fingers along the backs of my thighs.

  I arched my back even more.

  "I think maybe you should try to make your next shot like this." He slipped a finger inside of me.

  Oh God.

  When I didn't move, he slipped another finger inside of me. "Take your shot, Penny."

  I blindly hit the cue ball. It went straight into far right pocket. Oh shit.

  James laughed and pulled his fingers out of me.

  No! I turned around. "You cheated."

  He silently walked around to the other side of the table and grabbed the cue ball. I liked watching him walk around naked. He wasn't shy like I was. He seemed to be confident in everything he did. He tossed the ball up in the air and caught it as he walked back over to me.

  "Put your hands on the table, Penny."

  "James, you cheated. You distracted me."

  Hi Adam's apple rose and fell. "If I recall, I also helped you with one of your shots earlier. I think it evens out. Hands on the table."

  I big my lip and followed his instructions. After placing my hands on the wooden edge of the pool table, I arched my back again. Maybe he was going to punish me by fucking me.

  Instead, I felt the cool cue ball roll up the back of my right leg. It shouldn't have been sexy. But everything James did was sexy. Especially when he had been torturing me for so long. My whole body shivered with desire.

  "James." My voice sounded needy. I didn't want to be playing pool. I wanted to be on my back in the middle of the table with his cock deep inside of me.

  He silenced me by slapping my ass hard.

  Fuck. He knew how much I liked that.

  He rolled the ball over the spot he had just slapped. It almost felt like a massage. A cold, super arousing massage. I closed my eyes. I was so turned on, it almost seemed I could come like this, without him even trying.

  "Penny, I'm going to give you one last shot." He moved the ball to the back of my other leg and slowly rolled it up to my ass."

  "One shot won't help. You're going to win next time you have..."

  He slapped my ass again.

  I couldn't focus when he did that. I wasn't even sure what I had been about to say.

  "I like that you're full of surprises. Surprise me, and I'll give you exactly what you want. I'll fuck you as hard as you want. For as long as you want." He kissed my neck. "I'll do whatever you want me to."

  Surprise him? I couldn't even think straight. He was still massaging my ass with the cue ball. How could I possibly surprise him? I suddenly hated pool. I just wanted this game to be over. I had already made him cum. But all he had done was torture me. I smiled. I had an idea. "Give me the ball."

  He tossed it over my shoulder. I moved it a little to the right. I wasn't good at pool. But I was pretty good at hitting balls in along with the cue ball. And all James had left was the eight ball. I hit the cue ball into the eight ball. Both balls went into the pocket.

  James grabbed my waist. "The eight ball and the cue ball?" He pushed my back down so that my torso was against the pool table. "Ending the game and ensuring that I'd punish you even more? That'll do." He thrust deep inside of me, pressing my hip bones against the edge of the pool table.

  Fuck. It was everything I wanted and more.

  "Tell me what you want," he said. He continued to thrust in and out of me, faster and faster.

  "Please," I panted. "Please, James." I needed to come. I couldn't stand it anymore.

  "Okay." He pulled my up so that my back was pressed against his torso. "Okay." He kissed my neck gently and began to massage my clit. "You can come now."

  And I shattered around him. "Professor Hunter," I moaned and collapsed back down on the table. The soft felt pressed against my cheek. Sex with him was always amazing. But all the anticipation and teasing had made my orgasm so intense. I tried to catch my breath as James pulled out of me. He hadn't cum. I hadn't felt the familiar feeling of warmth shoot through me. I turned around and looked up at him.

  He grabbed my chin in his hand. "I still like when you call me that."

  "Professor Hunter?"

  His Adam's apple rose and fell. "Yes."

  "Then why did you tell me to stop?"

  "I want us to just be us. Besides, I'm not even a professor anymore."

  "I like calling you Professor Hunter."

  His eyebrows lowered slightly.

  It was the same way he had looked at me whenever I used to say his name. Before we had ever been together. I originally thought he was mad when I called him that. But I knew what it was now. It turned him on. Whenever I called him that he had wanted to rip all my clothes off. He liked that I was his student and he was my professor. I liked it too. It was sexy and dangerous. Whenever I had talked to him and called him Professor Hunter, maybe it had made him want me a little bit more. I didn't ever want to stop calling him that. I wanted him to always look at me like this. "You'll always be Professor Hunter to me."

  He grabbed my waist and set me down on the edge of the pool table. "I don't know why I find it so sexy when you call me that."

  "Professor Hunter." I ran my hands down his six pack.

  He leaned forward and kissed me hard. And I wanted him all over again. I grabbed his hair and pulled him back.

  "I want you to fuck me in the middle of the pool table, Professor Hunter."

  "Then get in the middle and spread your legs, Miss Taylor." He flashed me one of his smiles that made my knees weak.

  I liked when he called me Miss Taylor, too. I didn't care if that made us weird. At least we could be weird together. I pushed balls out of my way as I scooted into the center of the table. I gulped as I watched him climb onto the table after me. He leaned over me and pushed the rest of the balls out of the way. I heard them clang together as he pressed down on the center of my chest, shoving my back onto the table.

  He grabbed my thighs and thrust himself deep inside of me.

  "Professor Hunter," I moaned. I had missed calling him that. I wanted to say it a million times.

  He kept one hand on my thigh and grabbed the edge of the table with his other hand. "I've missed hearing you say that." He kissed me hard as he continued to slide his length in and out of me.

  We were so much more than professor and student now. But he was right. This was so incredibly hot. It brought me right back to our very first time in his office. "Harder, Professor Hunter."

  He grabbed both my hands and lifted them above my head, knocking more balls out of the way. "F
uck, Penny." He moved his hips faster. "I'll never get enough of you."

  I wanted to run my hands through his hair and down the muscles in his back, but I couldn't move. I was completely at his mercy. "I'll never get enough of you either."

  He leaned down and kissed me again.

  I loved when he was rough with me.

  "Say my name when you come, Penny. I want to hear you say it when you clench around my cock." He tilted his hips, going deeper still.

  "Professor Hunter!" I screamed as I came again. As soon as I yelled his name I felt the familiar warmth spread up into my stomach. He continued to thrust in and out of me. When he was done, he collapsed beside me, pulling my head onto his chest.

  I could feel and hear his heart beating rapidly. His cologne mixed with sweat was my favorite smell in the world. I don't think I had ever felt so relaxed and happy. I sighed and nuzzled against his chest.

  "I love you, Penny. I love you more than I even knew I could." He ran his fingers through my hair.

  I tilted my head and kissed his chest. "I love you." I kissed his chest again. "James." I kissed his collar bone. "Professor Hunter." I kissed the scruff under his chin. "C.E.O." I kissed his lips.

  He grabbed the side of my face and deepened the kiss.

  "Whatever you want to be. You're mine." I smiled down at him.

  He ran his palm along my cheek. "Yours." His chest rose and fell under my arm.

  Nothing else mattered. I was his and he was mine.

  Chapter 29

  Friday

  I rolled over to snuggle up to James, but all I felt were empty sheets. I slowly opened my eyes and yawned. James wasn't beside me, but there was a note on his pillow. I smiled and slowly sat up.

  Penny,

  I went for a run. I probably won't be back before you leave. Good luck on your speech today. Although you don't need it. As long as you don't curse and stray off topic.

  Text me about lunch. I can pick you up and take you somewhere off Main Street. And call me if you need to talk. Or if you decided to drop Comm, which I still hope you do, I'll see you soon.

  Love,

  Professor Hunter

  P.S. Try not to fall in love with your new Comm professor.

  I smiled and climbed out of bed. He had nothing to worry about. My speech would be fine. Today would be fine. After brushing my teeth and putting on minimal makeup, I went into the closet and found a pair of jeans and a tank top. Melissa was right. These clothes were amazing. I pulled on a leather jacket. My new clothes smelled like James. Which was really comforting. And I wasn't even that nervous about giving my speech today because he wasn't going to be the one sitting there analyzing what I said. Besides, my whole class already seemed to hate me, so who really cared if I messed up. I just needed to get it over with.

  I pulled on a pair of matching brown leather boots and walked out into the kitchen. I was kind of relieved that Ellen wasn't there. She seemed really nice, but I had never been alone with her. I felt weird about the dynamic. And I wasn't sure if James had told her I was moving in with him yet or not. I grabbed a granola bar and my backpack and retreated to the elevator.

  I walked out of the side exit of the parking garage that I had found before. It was the only way that I knew how to leave the apartment. And since it was a weird place to leave, there were no news vans parked outside. So far so good.

  It was strange walking on Main Street toward the lecture hall. I was used to walking along the brick paths of the green. It was nice though. No one seemed to know who I was. And there were still fall leaves to step on. One of my favorite parts of autumn was crunching leaves. I smiled when I walked past the small coffee shop where I had first met James. It was nice that I'd get to walk by that every morning. I put my hand in my pocket and ran my fingers along the note he had left me this morning. I had brought it just in case I needed some reassuring throughout the day. Whatever happened, it was all worth it.

  "Hey, Penny!"

  I turned my head and saw Tyler running up to me. I stopped and waited for him to catch up. Running into him already made me feel better about the day. "Hey, Tyler." I smiled at him. He lived on a side street off Main Street. He probably walked this way to class all the time.

  "I never see you on Main Street. Kind of a strange way to get to class from your dorm."

  "Oh, yeah. Well, I was actually staying at James'." I didn't want this to be awkward. I really, really hoped we could be friends.

  "Where does he live?"

  I pointed over my shoulder. "The apartment building on the end of Main Street." I was hoping to be vague. I wanted to change the subject as fast as possible.

  "Wait, you mean The Monroe? The mega expensive one?"

  "Yeah."

  "Sweet. That must be nice."

  "It is."

  "So how are you doing? How's your head?"

  "I'm fine. It really wasn't a big deal at all. I don't even feel it anymore." The bruise on my stomach was almost gone and I could easily cover up the stitches on my forehead if I didn't tuck my bangs behind my ears. "What about you? How's your nose?"

  He laughed. "It still freaking hurts. Professor Hunter knows how to take a swing."

  "I'm so sorry."

  "Geez, it's fine." He laughed and put his hand on my shoulder for a second. "At least it looks better now."

  "It does." The bruising in the corners of his eyes was gone. We locked eyes for a second, but I quickly looked away.

  "And how's everything else?" he asked.

  "Good. Well, weird, actually. There's all these news vans outside his place. And I feel like we have to sneak around even more than before. It's just really frustrating. But things with James are good. We're in a really good place."

  "Good."

  We walked in awkward silence for a minute.

  "How's Natalie?" I finally said.

  "Good. We've just been hanging out. I don't think I'm looking for anything serious right now, you know?" He looked away from me again.

  I pressed my lips together. Because of me? My phone buzzing in my pocket was a welcome distraction. I looked down at the screen. It was an email from Professor Nolan.

  Penny,

  Class is going to be canceled until further notice. You should be getting a call from Dean Vespelli soon. The investigation didn't go the way we all hoped it would. If I had any other information, I'd give it to you, but that is all the dean told me. I'll be making this announcement in class today because I only just found out a few minutes ago. But hopefully you see this before you come. I think it's best if you don't attend.

  - Professor C. Nolan

  I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

  "Hey, Penny, are you okay?" Tyler turned around and walked back to me. He put his hand on my elbow. "Penny?"

  "Yeah, actually, I think I'm just going to skip class today." I didn't want to talk about this with Tyler. I didn't want him to look at me like I knew he would when I told him about the two other girls. Because they were lying. I believed James. This was such a mess.

  "What are you talking about? You can't skip. We have to give our speeches today. You'll get an F if you don't show."

  "Yeah, well..." I let my voice trail off.

  "You asked me to stay in the class with you. I wanted to drop it. I did this for you. Come on, we're both going."

  "I can't."

  "Penny." Tyler smiled at me. "You don't have anything to worry about. I'll be right there with you."

  "No, it's not that." I didn't know what else to do. I handed Tyler my phone.

  He looked down at the email from Professor Nolan. "Oh."

  "Yeah, so you should probably go so you can listen to what he has to say. I'm just going to head back."

  "Wait." Tyler put his hand on my elbow again. "Let's go get breakfast."

  "You should probably still go to class."

  "I'd rather hang out with you."

  "Tyler..."

  "If class really is canceled, then I'm never going to get to
see you anymore. And I doubt that Professor Hunter will just let you hang out with me outside of class. We don't exactly get along."

  I didn't want this to be the last time I ever saw Tyler. But what if he was right? Tyler was one of my best friends. I didn't want that to happen. "Tyler, we'll still get to hang out."

  "Maybe. You're one of my best friends, Penny. I don't want to stop seeing you."

  "You won't." I hope. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. "But okay, yeah. I haven't eaten anyway."

  He smiled. "I'm craving a bagel since we've been standing outside this bagel place." He pointed to the door. "How does that sound?"

  "Fantastic." I followed him inside. I had never been there before, and I wasn't sure why. I loved bagels and it smelled amazing.

  "What do you want?" he asked.

  "We can just order separately."

  "It's crowded, you can go find us a seat while I order."

  "Umm...a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese."

  "And to drink?"

  "Orange juice."

  "Okay, go find us a seat." He walked over toward the counter. The place really was busy. I got us the last open table. It was tucked in the corner of the small restaurant, but somehow seemed kind of private.

  My phone started buzzing again. It was a number I didn't recognize. I didn't want to answer it. If it was the dean it could wait. I didn't want to hear what he had to say. I didn't even understand why any of it mattered. The investigation was superficial. James had already quit. I just wanted all of this to go away.

  Tyler placed two wrapped bagels down on the table along with two bottles of orange juice.

  "Thanks, Tyler. Which one is yours?"

  "I got the same thing as you." He grabbed one and tossed it at me.

  "Thanks for skipping class for me."

  "Thanks for getting class canceled indefinitely." He held up his bottle of orange juice.

  I laughed and tapped mine against his.

  He scratched the back of his neck. "At least there's one perk to you hooking up with our professor." He gave me a small smile and took a bite of his bagel.