Devour

by E. K. Blair

  I gripped her neck, my body tensing as I began to peak. My throbbing cock felt like it was going to explode at any second. Finally, I released, my load shooting inside her, my body jerking, unable to handle how sensitive she made me.

  I kissed her, my lips hitting hers with such passion. Still inside her, I held her in my arms, not wanting the moment to end.

  “That was...I don’t even know,” she sighed. I chuckled, confident from her dreamy smile that she was satisfied.

  “You’re pretty spectacular,” I whispered. I rolled onto my side, bringing her into my embrace. We lay there, her back against my chest, until we fell asleep.

  I felt like the luckiest guy on earth.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Dalton

  I was in the classroom early on Monday morning, mainly because I wanted to get my head in the right space before Wrenn arrived. It was hard not to spend the entire period staring at her. The weekend had been perfect.; it could not have been any more special. Now, just like that, it was back to reality. Back to pretending she was just my student.

  I knew how important it was to keep us a secret, but it was getting harder and harder for me not to show my feelings for her around others. When she spoke, I wanted to listen. I wanted to touch her face, and smile when she laughed. God, I could spend all day staring at those beautiful blood-red lips. And that dark hair, so dark it made her eyes pop.

  “Mr. Reid?”

  I looked up and saw Paige walking into the room.

  “Paige. What can I do for you?” I asked her, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. I sat back in my chair as Paige perched herself on the edge of my desk, one leg over the other, her skirt riding dangerously high. “I’d prefer you sit in the chair if you have something you need to discuss with me.” I gestured to the seat that was safely on the other side of my desk.

  She narrowed her eyes but obliged, jumping off my desk and walking around to the chair. “I was hoping I could arrange some one on one time with you?” She raised her eyebrow, her lips forming a smile as she held my gaze.

  “One on one time?” I repeated.

  “You know. Tutoring.” There was no other way to interpret the tone of her voice. She may as well have put tutoring in air quotes. “I hear you offer tutoring to some of your students.” Her eyes twinkled at me as she smiled.

  “Ms. Warner,” I began stiffly, “if you’re suggesting what I think you are suggesting, I’ll have no choice but to report this.”

  “Come on, Mr. Reid. I’m almost eighteen. You’re not that much older than me. All I’m suggesting is that we have a little fun. Nobody else needs to know.”

  I wanted to laugh in her face. Did she honestly not get it? Even if I weren’t her teacher, I’d have no interest in “getting” with her. Ever.

  “Ms. Warner, please take your seat. And if you bring this up again, I will report you.”

  Her face went red. She stood up, narrowing her eyes at me.

  At that moment, students began to file into the classroom. Paige turned abruptly and walked over to her desk. She slumped down, still glaring at me. The look in her eyes made me uneasy. I didn’t doubt that if she wanted to, that girl could stir up a shitload of trouble.

  Trying to forget Paige’s proposition, trying not to pay too much attention to Wrenn, all the while trying to teach a class, was impossible. Both girls were staring at me, Paige with a scowl and Wrenn . . . well, she just looked at me with the same longing she always did.

  “Paige, can you please read from the top of chapter twelve.”

  He eyes narrowed, but then she dropped her gaze to her textbook and began to read. I sighed, relieved. A few minutes without her glaring at me. A few minutes where I could sneak a glance at Wrenn, and maybe even a smile.

  This was insane. I was losing control. All I could think about was Wrenn, to the point where it was interfering with the rest of my life.

  This girl was getting under my skin— and I loved it.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Wrenn

  I walked across the grounds over to the house, feeling great. Things were going really good. I felt like everything was beginning to fall into place, and I could see the end. Paige had even stopped making my life hard.

  In less than two weeks I would be free of this place forever. Less than two more weeks and I could go out in public with my boyfriend. We could do normal, couple things. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was Dalton.

  Can I see you? I miss your pretty little face.

  I giggled as I replied.

  You saw my pretty little face yesterday in class.

  He replied right back.

  That’s true, but there are things I want to do to you that would get me fired if I did them to you in the classroom.

  “Hey, slut.”

  I turned around and glared at Paige, who stood behind me, scowling, with one hand resting on her hip. So much for her leaving me alone.

  “What do you want, Paige?” I sighed. I was not in the mood for this. Not today.

  “I just wanted to talk. For old times’ sake.”

  I snorted. What the hell was she talking about? I rolled my eyes and adjusted the bag of books over my shoulder, waiting impatiently for her to get to the point.

  “Leave me alone, Paige. You know the best thing about leaving this place in two weeks’ time? Never having to see your skanky little face again.” I turned and began walking away.

  She sniggered behind me. “Really? I would’ve put money on it being you being able to fuck your boyfriend without him at risk of losing his job.”

  What? I froze, positive I’d misheard.

  There was no way in hell she knew. It just wasn’t possible. Paige walked slowly around me until her eyes were level with mine. “Yeah, that’s right. I figured it out. And your reaction just now? That confirmed it for me.”

  “What do you want?” I said through gritted teeth.

  She laughed. “Nothing you can give me, that’s for sure,” she smirked. “I’ll be in touch.”

  I watched her walk away.

  “Oh, and Wrenn?” she said sweetly. “Tell that boyfriend of yours he could’ve done so much better than you.”

  ***

  After practically running home and locking myself in my bedroom, I called Dalton.

  “Hey.” He sounded happy to hear from me.

  “Paige knows. She knows about us.” I sank down onto my bed, covering my face with my hand. “What the hell are we going to do?”

  “What did she say?” Dalton’s voice was flat.

  I recounted our conversation, leaving out the last bit where she’d said he could do better.

  “I knew it. She practically propositioned me after class today.”

  Huh? She what?

  That fucking bitch. Suddenly, all I felt was anger.

  “I’m sorry Dalton, I know how bad this will be for you—”

  “Hey,” he cut in. “If she tells, she tells. It doesn’t change how I feel about you, okay? And honestly? I’m not that worried. I think the last thing Paige would want is for her classmates to think of her as a rat.”

  I wished I was that convinced.

  “Maybe we should lay low for a few days,” I muttered, my head a scramble of conflicting thoughts. The idea of not seeing him was torture, but this was turning into a mess.

  “I can’t not see you,” he murmured. “Come over tonight. Spend the night with me.” His voice dropped low and husky. How could I say no when he sounded so damn sexy?

  “Okay,” I sighed. “I just can’t say no to you.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Dalton

  I hadn’t slept at all. I’d spent the whole night with her in my arms, watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful, so relaxed. So innocent, as though nothing in the world could touch her. Thoughts invaded my head, all about her and what she was doing to me. It was like I was scared to go to sleep just in case I woke up and all this was only a dream.

  Just
before five, I woke her. The sun was coming up, and I knew if we left it any longer the risk of us getting caught would increase. She stirred, but didn’t rouse. I smiled and leaned over to her, my lips touching hers. This time she smiled, her eyes opening and gazing up at me.

  “This is a nice way to wake up,” she mumbled, stretching her body. I ran my hand under the covers, gently stroking her breast. She smiled again, lifting her mouth up to meet mine.

  “It’s getting light outside. You’d better go,” I said, not bothering to hide my disappointment. If I could’ve held her captive in my bed all day, I would have.

  “Yeah, I know,” she grumbled, fishing around for her clothes. “I can’t wait until I don’t have to sneak off. I just want to be able to lie in bed with you.”

  “I know,” I muttered. I reached for her arm, pulling her back down onto the mattress.

  She laughed, letting herself fall over me—her hair over my face, her lips slammed against mine; I couldn’t get enough of her.

  Hours, days together—none of it was enough. A lifetime with her wouldn’t be enough.

  She struggled away from me, laughing. Her cheeks flushed red. Her green eyes narrowed at me as she put enough distance between us so that I couldn’t reach out to her again. I shook my head and chuckled, watching her dress. Fuck, she was so sexy. Standing there in her mismatched panties and bra, trying to figure out what way around her top went—every part of me ached for her.

  She bit her lip and smiled at me as she wriggled into her jeans. With one last kiss, she was gone. Out the door, and into the night. I fell back to sleep, imagining she was still there with me.

  ***

  Friday’s classes went by quickly. After work, I went home, having a few hours to spare before I was due at Layna’s. I’d missed the last couple of dinners having been with Wrenn, and my non-appearance hadn’t gone unnoticed. Layna had joked that if I weren’t at this one, she’d come looking for me. I didn’t doubt that she would.

  I had a theory that Mom had been speaking to her. Mom was worried about me, but then again, she was always worried about me. Especially since Dad had died. Mom spent nearly all her time invested in taking care of me and making sure I was okay.

  I dug out my phone and dialed Mom. I felt bad that it had been a few days since I’d spoken to her. Knowing how much she worried, I should have made more of an effort. She answered on the fourth ring.

  “Hey honey,” she said warmly.

  I closed my eyes and pictured her smile. “Hey, Mom. How are you?”

  “Good. Busy, but good. How are you, how’s work?” she asked.

  “Fine. Almost over, and then I’ll be back home.”

  “And I can’t wait,” she replied. “Have you applied for any jobs for next year?”

  “Not really. I was thinking of doing my elementary certificate. I don’t think I’m cut out for teaching teenagers.” I chuckled.

  “I was always surprised that you went high school instead of elementary,” Mom agreed. “If that’s what you want, then do it.”

  “Yeah. Maybe I will.”

  After ending the call with Mom, I thought more about the next year. The more I thought, the more I realized that’s what I wanted to do. I grabbed my laptop and navigated my way to Boston University’s courses website.

  Fuck it. I’ll do it. I clicked Apply Now, and spent the next twenty minutes completing my application for the post-graduate course that was due to start midyear. It felt good, like I had a plan. I knew where I was heading for once.

  Just as I was about to shut my computer down, an email from Cam popped up.

  Hey man,

  I got a freaking job! Finally! It’s a year-long contract for next year in a decent public school in Farisbrook. Guess I’m growing up, huh? Time to start acting responsibly, and curb the drinking and late nights. Good thing I have a few months to clean up my act ;)

  How’s life in private schoolgirl wonderland? Still hating it? Ha! You should put in for a job back here.

  Keep in touch man.

  Cam

  I chuckled at the thought of Cam as a full-time teacher. Early mornings and paperwork were not his strong points. I often wondered if he realized how much work went into teaching, or if he’d chosen it because of the excessive holidays. Either way, he was about to find out.

  Congrats, man, that is fantastic! What will you be teaching?

  Things here are the same. Only two weeks left, and I’m free. Not sure what’s next for me. Thinking about going back to college and getting my elementary degree. Less hormones to worry about.

  What are you doing over break? We should catch up. There is someone I’d like you to meet.

  I pressed Send, and then second-guessed the last sentence of my email. Cam knew me well enough to know I didn’t do relationships. He didn’t know why, but from my countless one-nighters throughout college, he knew me bringing someone home would be a big, big thing, because it was something I’d never done.

  ***

  Just as I was about to leave, I picked up my phone and saw there was a text from Wrenn.

  When you see me tonight, just know the sexy little number I’m wearing is all for you ;)

  I smiled and shook my head. She was such a tease.

  As long as you know that I’ll be ripping said number off that body later tonight.

  Her reply beeped through almost instantaneously.

  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  I groaned and went to get ready. Being in the same room as her was hell. I had to monitor my glances and ensure my attention wasn’t completely soaked up by her. It would be so easy for anyone to see there was something between us. At times, I was honestly shocked that nobody had picked up on our relationship.

  I checked my reflection in the mirror as I walked out of the bathroom. In my black cargoes, combined with a shirt and my leather jacket, I looked pretty good. I slapped on some aftershave and tousled my hair. There: done. Knowing I was seeing her made me want to put effort into my appearance. Seeing her and not being able to touch and kiss her drove me insane. I wanted her to feel that; I wanted her to feel as crazy as I felt.

  Wrenn was the last person I expected to open the door. My mouth dropped. That oh-so-short black dress she was wearing was almost criminal. She looked fucking amazing. Her creamy white legs seemingly went on forever, lengthened by a pair of impossibly high stilettos. She grinned at me, wrapping a strand of hair around her finger as she waited for me to react. React was right. She wasn’t playing fair.

  How the hell was I going to get through tonight with her in the room? How could I not stare at her the entire time? What red-blooded man wouldn’t be eyeing her and thinking of all the dirty things he’d like to do to her?

  “Hey,” I finally said, finding my voice.

  “Hi. Come in.” She leaned against the wall as I eased past her, moving at a deliberately slow pace, making the most of our contact. She breathed heavily, which made me smile. I can play that game as well as you.

  “Everyone is through there,” she said, pointing to the living room.

  I nodded, my eyes leveling on hers. I didn’t give a fuck where everyone was. Only her.

  “You look fucking amazing,” I whispered. I so badly wanted to kiss her. I wanted to push her back up against that wall and explore her body.

  A knock on the door made me jump.

  I shook my head, wondering to myself how I’d gotten into this situation. Wrenn went for the door and I went into the living room. It was raining out, so the usual patio gathering had been moved into the inside. Layna waved at me from over near the sofa. I smiled and nodded, saying hello to several colleagues who had also welcomed me.

  Throughout dinner, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Wrenn.

  God knows I tried, but she kept popping up. Her, in that dress—what hope did I have? I was sure everyone I spoke to thought I was an idiot. I’d be deep in conversation, only to drift off mid-thought as she passed me.

  “Hey man.”
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  I looked up and saw Mark. “Hey. Didn’t even realize you were here,” I said with a shake of my head.

  “Yeah. You looked like you had a few things on your mind,” he said pointedly, jerking his head toward Wrenn. I flushed. Fuck. If he’s noticed, who else has? He laughed. “It’s okay, dude. You’re allowed to look. I do it all the time,” he added, chuckling, as he turned to check out Wrenn’s ass.

  I wanted to punch him. I wanted to grab hold of his face and wipe that little smirk off it. I wanted to drag him outside and pulverize him for even looking at her. Fists clenched by my sides, I swallowed my anger, willing myself not to react. This possessiveness I felt was so new to me. I excused myself to the bathroom, needing to get away; I needed to pull myself together.

  Out of the living room and into the hallway, I leaned against the wall, trying to pull myself together. This is crazy. I was going to crack and ruin everything. I was better off faking a headache and leaving. But of course the fact that I’d had a headache would get back to mom...

  Wrenn appeared from nowhere, grabbing my hand and leading me away. She took me upstairs, into a room—her room—shutting the door behind her.

  “You look so angry, Mr. Reid,” she said, her voice sultry as she wrapped her arms around my waist. She gazed up into my eyes. She was still a few inches shorter than me, even in those heels.

  “I can’t stand other men even looking at you, Wrenn,” I growled.

  Her lips found mine as we kissed, and I literally felt my anger melt away. I cupped her face with one hand, my other exploring her bare thigh. She lifted her leg, wrapping it around my waist. Hoisting her onto my hips, I pushed her back against the wall, desperate for more of her, anything she would give me. I was hard as fuck, and she giggled as her hand brushed past my erection, her eyes smiling up at me.

  “I take it you like my dress?” she breathed, her mouth on mine.

  “I’d prefer it off you,” I growled, my hand at the base of her head, raking through her long, dark hair. We kissed again, my hands running all over her curves. She gasped as I carried her over to her bed and threw her down.