Chapter 4

Four

Amber

N o. No No. This is not happening. The power of the man surrounding me says this is very much happening indeed. I'm not sure where Maddox showing up outside my car in the pouring rain sits on my radar and the rule of three plaguing me right now. Good? Bad? A sign all the woo-woo is in my head only?

Definitely unexpected and oddly welcomed, that's for sure, but at the same time not knowing twists my insides like a pretzel.

Is my run of bad luck finally over?

I earmark that thought with a to be determined label to circle back around to at a later moment. Preferably after some sleep. Right now my brain is hazy, and I would not be doing myself any favors by trying to figure anything out at this late hour.

Or maybe it depends on perspective, I guess, but looking at him and seeing the seething anger in his eyes I'm firmly toeing the line either way.

We're pressed together where our body heat mixes, chasing away the chill of the water. I'm breathing heavy, and suddenly I'm intensely aware of my water-soaked shirt clinging to the curve of my breasts. The fact my hardened nipple juts out isn't lost on either of us, judging by the hardening of his cock under my ass.

I shimmy my hips a little, causing his dark lashes to dip ever so slightly. Rippling muscles and warm skin is all I feel when I press the palms of my hands against his chest and turn slightly.

I go to move a little, but he clamps a dominant, firm hand over my upper thigh before I can budge. "Don't," he says gruffly.

Oh, someone is getting all worked up.

"Jesus," he mutters.

"Maddox…"

"Just give me a minute, Amber. Don't move…just…give me a minute," he orders, and I wonder for the thousandth time what he would sound like in bed.

There's an obvious strain in his voice. My heart has a hard time settling into a steady rhythm from the sudden and very real feeling of being in his lap, his arms around me and his lips so near. Not to mention his hand on my thigh. His fingers are kneading the muscle, but I don't think he realizes he's doing it. Just something to help him rein in his control. Jeans or not, I can feel the scorching burn of his touch, and it's like a shot of lust to my system.

"Let's start with this and go from there. Where are your parents?" His voice is low, steady and laser-focused like he's working to keep it all together. "Do they know what their daughter is up to after school hours?"

What the heck did that mean? His eyes are closed, and I can feel him pulling himself back from me, but news flash. I'm still on his lap, and his dick is still very much in the game even if he isn't.

He surprises me by moving me to the side and reaching between his legs. His eyes are wild, and he's makes sure I'm watching—how can I not—as he repositions his thick cock, and it's hell on earth not being the one doing the touching.

Through the fog of my brain, I try to remember my practiced go-to answer for his question but come up empty. "The sitting in a dark parking lot lap dripping wet part with my dean's cock in my ass or the stripping for him part?" I probably shouldn't tease, but he's making it hard not to.

His growl is low and rumbles through him with ease and into me.

It has me willing to do anything he orders of me.

When my question doesn't do what I expect and have him ravishing me, I offer something close to the truth to his. "I have no real idea where my dad is." I shiver as water trickles down my arms, and he takes it for me being cold instead of repulsed by my own answer, but I don't make a move to correct his thinking.

Maddox leans into the space between the front seats. Water has soaked through the material of his dress shirt and molds to contoured lines of sculpted pecs and arms chiseled from hours in the gym.

He leans back into the seat and his broad shoulders cover every inch of it. Holy shit, he's fucking ridiculously hot. And why am I thinking that right now? I should be freaking out that I have nowhere to live, not eyeballing the hot, fuckable dean.

I hear the rustle of fabric and then feel something soft settle over my shoulders that smells of Maddox. Safe, controlled Maddox. The man I have no business wanting. More so, who has no business pulling me into the cab of his truck well after midnight no matter the reasoning behind it.

I hear a whispered fuck and then he's tucking the warm material around the both of us, eyes trained on my lips. His breaths as steady and even as the man in front of me is, and I love the feel of each one as they lightly brush against my cheek.

"Here, this should help."

Cold is one problem I don't have. No, my current problem is that I'm sitting on the dean's lap and my body's reaction to him is predictable. Hot and horny when I should be worried and trying to figure out my real problems.

In the soft glow from the dashboard, I can make out that he has another fresh suit jacket that he's pulled from the back, and the sudden warmth relaxes me. All my emotions swirls around inside my head and aren't doing me any favors by a long shot.

Life is nothing but chaos, and I don't know how to handle it.

For some reason that one gesture of kindness sets off a stream of tears running down my cheeks. Strong fingers curl tenderly around my neck, and he gently pulls me into his warm chest. I rest my head in the crook of his neck. I've been on my own for so long, I don't know how to handle the sudden burst of emotions that collide inside me from his kindness.

"God, I'm sorry I'm a mess tonight. I swear I don't know why I'm crying." I intake a harsh breath, then the worst possible thing happens.

Ragged sobs tear from me uncontrollably.

I'm shivering as much from the cold I now feel as from the events of tonight.

"Don't worry about it. Cry all you want. You're safe here, and we have all the time in the world."

There's a firm truth in his words, and I realize I've never wanted anything more right now than to feel safe. And wanted.

When I finally settle down enough and wipe at my eyes, he pulls me back until my watery gaze meets his.

"Sweetheart, I need you to try again. Tell me what is going on. Why are you out here all by yourself? Where is your family, your loved ones? People who care for you?"

He speaks softly and close to my ear in a hardened, controlled tone that says more than what is actually coming out of his mouth. Growing up with a volatile father who flips from doting and loving to raging mad has taught me how to read between the lines and note changes in character fast.

Maddox is pissed and is working hard to control that anger for my sake. Only I don't feel threatened. In fact, I feel sorry for whoever will be on the receiving end of his wrath.

Another round of tears well and threaten to send me off the deep end again. I fight for control and win, but only barely.

"There's no one," I mumble against hard muscle. I press my hands against his chest and push myself up until I'm staring him in the eyes. His hands never leave me, and I take all the comfort from the warm feel of his touch on my chilled body that I can get. This moment won't last long.

I give an abridged version and try not to sound as exasperated about the subject as I feel. "My father is back in SoCal. He's out of rehab and managed to get himself arrested for what I have no clue. No doubt something to do with the addiction problem he has. I got kicked out of my apartment, and you already know everything else." I pause, sitting back. "If you don't mind, can we drop this line of questioning? The night is already crappy enough." It's obvious my one-time professor comes from a background of money and revealing my troubled family to a man like him makes my cheeks burn.

"And your mother?" he pushes gently.

I shrug past the stab of pain. "Dead from alcoholism."

I try to ease off his lap, put a little distance between us, but he tightens his arms around me. I don't want to give up the heat and comfort between us so I don't resist. He cups his hand around my neck and draws small, lazy circles over my pulse point in rhythmic strokes.

I hear a ragged "fuck" as I watch him grip the wheel of the truck with his other hand.

With little effort he tips my chin, and when I raise my gaze to his I find his brows furrowed and the suspicious look back in his eyes. He eases his massive size closer until the blurred side views of the parking lot fade to nothing but him. He's hovering over me, reading my expression as I try to read his, only the dean is way more skilled at hiding his true thoughts than I am, that part is obvious.

I slide my hand over his cheek and moan from the feel of light stubble against my palm.

I wet my lips, and his attention darts to the tip of my tongue. The whole day had spiraled out of control but right now, with his lips hovering near mine and with the hungry look in his eyes, I feel calm.

"Professor," I start but I don't finish. His lips are on mine, my words lost to the feel of his hands caressing my breasts beneath his jacket as he devours my mouth. Hard and claiming like the man is. I open when he strokes his tongue over the seam of my lips, and he sweeps in hungrily, stroking over my tongue. He's memorizing the feel of me it seems and I'm doing the same to him.

Something breaks the second his lips touch mine, and we both lose control. All the wanting and not having has shot my last nerve and I'm taking everything I want right here right now. it's no secret I want Maddox like I want to live. Life is dull and colorless up until this moment. Every day doing the same thing, denying myself happiness, thinking it should only come after I've worked long and hard for it.

But this, he, makes me happy in this moment, and I'm going for it however fleeting the time together may be. I never thought I'd lose my virginity to my dean in the cab of his truck but my imagination clearly needs work.

I gasp and moan with hungry surprise when his cock jerks under me and I drive my hands deeper into his hair as he does the same to me.

Maddox brushes his thumb over one cherry hard nipple and then the other, causing a jolt of live current to rocket straight to my clit. Fiery surges of need take over, and I can't hold back the shuddering whimper barreling up my chest from escaping my lips. Hot liquid pools between my legs to drench my panties. This is really happening, and I can't wait for him to spread me open. Show me how a man loves a woman.

From the way the veins in his neck pop, I can tell Maddox feels the shock of electricity between us too. I mean, it's obvious I'm not the only one breathing heavy here. The steam on the windows shows the obvious. Things are heating up—and confession time—I'm ready for the next phase: experiencing a Maddox induced orgasm.

Everything about Maddox makes me feel safe, secure and wholly consumed with the need to feel every inch of him touching every inch of me.

He growls into my mouth.

I reach down and pop the button to my jeans and have my hand under the band of my panties and fingers stroking my wet clit before I realize what I've done. There's no going back from here.

It doesn't take much to have me panting and writhing on his lap, and the feel of his very aroused dick is driving me crazy with want. When my finger slips into my hot, dripping slit I finger myself and circle my throbbing clit with the pad of my thumb, working the tiny ball of nerves in quick circles.

I break away from our kiss. "Maddox, it feels so good. Hot. I need you." My head falls back, my blood shooting like a fiery rocket through my veins. I'm drowning in my own pleasure and my one lifeline is Maddox. I'm showing him what I'm willing to give, and he's taking it all in.

He buries his hand in my hair and tugs, making me cry out when he takes my mouth again with his lips.

"Fuck, Amber. What the hell… son of a bitch." He breathes out, pulling his lips from mine as if mad, but I know better. His hard cock and clenched jaw say he's as turned on and as horny as I am right now. Only he can't give in to temptation the way I have. Rules have never gotten me anywhere. Why not break a few now?

Hearing him swear tells me he's close to losing the battle against his self-control. Why he's holding back I don't know, but I'm going to help him see what he's missing.

"Maddox. Please!" I beg.

Watching him watch me masturbate on his lap is the hottest thing and proves to be the last straw.

The sound of my zipper and the feel of his hand peeling back the lacy band of my panties and replacing mine pulls a gasp from me.

His other hand is on the back of my head, pulling me in. His lips devour my moans, and I open, letting him in, taking the kiss deeper.

He cups my wet pussy and when he drags his rough, thick finger between my folds and over my clit, I shudder in ecstasy.

Finally, I want to scream. The pleasure is intense and so good. I had no idea someone else's hands on me could be this powerful.

My eyes close to the feel of my desire.

"Maddox," I cry out, sliding my hands over his chest and around his neck.

I'm desperate and I know this won't last long. I won't last.

"God, Amber, what have you done to me," he husks. "Cum, sweetheart, give me all your sweet sugar. Wet my hand with all your juices. Give me everything you have."

There's a power in making a man lose control and seeing him turn weak for me makes me crazy, stupid happy.

I buck my hips faster as he strokes my clit with the heel of his palm while his finger rims my virgin hole, teasing me. Every stroke has my walls clenching and ready.

"You have such a beautiful, greedy pussy," he murmurs against my lips, breathing as hard as I am.

My head is spinning. Hell, the whole truck is like we're caught up in a tornado of emotions.

"Maddox I... I'm going to cum." I pant against his lips. I put my hand over his and buck harder and faster. The hot burn is delicious and consumes every part of my body, and for once I stop thinking and let my body take over.

My panties tighten around my hips as he pulls them back for better access. I'm past wanting him—I'm so damn hot right now I want to rip off our clothing and ride him cowgirl style.

I'm virgin tight, so when he dips his thick finger into my velvety walls I gasp, suddenly hungry to feel more. To have him stretch my walls and take me like a man takes a woman.

I'm trembling against him, cursing the narrow space we're in.

"Cum, now, Amber." The command in his voice reaches into a part of me I had no idea existed, and my dripping, wet pussy obeys instantly.

Shock at the sudden flame of my release hitting my core has me tightening my fingers in his hair.

He's rough, hungry like a beast, and I love how he takes control over my body. His lips crash into mine as he devours my moans, and I cum all over his fingers in the middle of our school parking lot.

Ragged breaths tear from me as he strokes over my clit tenderly, easing me down from the quick burst of my orgasm.

Still shivering, he leans in, running his nose over my pulse point and the fine line of my jaw. "Mmm…I had no idea it could be so good," I say against his lips.

"Me? I knew exactly how sweet you would be." He pulls his hand free and sucks his finger clean. While his eyes say he loves every drop of my girl cum on his lips, those hard lines and creases along his forehead are back front and center.

So why didn't he sound happy about that?

I go to ask, but he must have anticipated my question because he's buttoning my jeans and moving me off his lap.

"This never happened, Amber."

"Oh, but it did." And something tells me this won't be the last time either. I'm going to make sure of it.

He's leaning in close and reaches around me. At first I think he's going to throw me out but he's only pulling the seatbelt around me. With a firm hand, he takes my chin and drops his forehead to mine.

"No, Amber. It didn't. Remember that for both our sakes."

Damn it. Why does he have to pull away? I want the anger and frustration. The reaction. If he would only give in to his craving. There's no one here to see. But I can see he's already shut down and refuses to follow his through with what he wants. Me.

I know I should agree with him and not push but after having such a body-shaking orgasm under his touch I want more. The connection was real and what's so wrong about exploring that desire if no one knows, right? It's not like we would be doing the dirty in the middle of the campus entry.

The sound of the idling engine and the pattering of rain on metal fills the sobering silence between us. That and the burst of rapid-fire heartbeats in my ears.

He doesn't say anything else for several seconds, just holds me there breathing the same air with his nostrils flaring as if he's trying to make his mind up about something.

"Where are you taking me?" I finally ask when he pulls away, dropping his hands from me.

"Home."

I purse my lips. "Uh, I don't know if you realized it or not, but I don't exactly have one of those right now."

He doesn't answer, only hops out of the truck into the pouring rain again as I look on. He's back in less than thirty seconds with my purse and a small satchel I had of toiletries in the front seat.

"Will this do you for now?"

I nod, taking the bags from him.

Back in the truck he does a fine job of ignoring what just happened and pulls out of the parking lot.

I turn back to catch the fading view of the empty school parking lot, all my dreams of being something better than where I came from washing away with the rain.

"Don't worry about your car. I'll recover it tomorrow for you. Right now, you're coming home with me while we figure out our next move."

Home? Our? I'm not sure why he's extending a hand to help me, but I don't have it in me to argue and it's not like I have a lot of friends lining up to help. None, in fact. But I do wonder at the peculiar use of the words our next move . I wonder…have I finally pushed him over the edge.

I guess I'm about to find out.