Chapter 7

Seven

Elliot

W rong.

This is. Dead wrong. It doesn't matter the angle, every second of the last twelve hours is wrong.

Emberly is what? Eighteen? No. Nineteen, like that makes it any of this better. I scrub a palm over my face and try to make sense of my jumbled thoughts.

I know the social stigmas that wrap around a taboo like this. Two older men like us with a young, flawless woman like her will sink her future faster than her wrapping a cement block around her feet and trying to swim.

Now add that we are her professors and wanting more than a quick fling in the back of my SUV.

There's no denying last night happened. But if anyone were to find out about our makeout session between one of BU's most promising students and two of her professors, let's just say our employer would have a thing or two to say and it would end with two words: You're fired.

But what would happen to Emberly worries me more. You didn't just wake up and decide to enroll in Blackthrone University on a whim. It took years of work and a backbone stronger than forged steel to get into this school, and Emberly did it all on her own.

Last night I stayed up all night going over her file for what had to be the tenth time. I'm still stunned. Seeing her walk away from us last night was the hardest thing I've done in my life. It was easier walking away from millions of dollars in NFL contracts to raise my baby sister than putting the truck in gear and driving away.

Part of me wants to thank whoever the hell stopped us from claiming Emberly right there in the back of my SUV, and the other half is furious over the interruption. Because I know for a fact I would not have stopped until I watched my seed drip from her tight little slit. Then I would have watched Samuel do the same, our seed mixing and planting a baby in her womb.

I shove the door to my classroom open and find the insides empty and dark just like I feel. It takes a second for me to realize there's no class today and I've walked through a building without spotting another human being.

Good. Two weeks of no interruptions and I can bury myself in my work. Maybe I can use this time to purge my senses of all her supple skin, juicy tits and the taste of her on my tongue.

Damn it. I'm groaning and rearranging my dick in my pants before that entire thought can cross my mind. Who the fuck am I kidding?

Now that I've had a taste I want more. My cock is harder than steel in seconds. My usual response any time I have Emberly on the brain. Which has been constant for the past eight-plus hours. I'm not going to even touch what she's done to me over the past years. I can't look at another woman without picturing her. It's all levels of fucked up. I take a deep breath and try to clear my head.

I turn down a dark, empty hall and head toward the history department and my office. I can't help the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that we might have scared off Emberly, and it pisses me the hell off. I'm halfway to my office when my phone pings with a message from Samuel:

M eet me in your office

B efore I can hit reply I turn the corner and see Samuel leaning against the wall, feet crossed and chin tucked against his chest. A habit left over from his soldiering days.

"Damn it," I mutter with a grimace eating up my face. I've known the man long enough to know that's his stance when he's made his mind up about something. I don't need to be a psychic to know what—or rather who—about.

"Don't even start, man," I don't wait to hear what he has to say. I already know where he wants to go with this.

He pushes off the wall and his stance now matches mine. Crossed arms, shoulders pinned back, ready for a verbal sparring match.

"How the fuck are we going to fix this?"

I glare at Samuel. "You should already know the answer to that. We have two weeks to flush her sweet fucking taste from our heads before she waltzes into our classrooms. I suggest you get started. You don't have much time."

"And you?" He huffs a sarcastic sound when I don't answer. Which he also takes as a personal cue to continue. "You know she's the one for us."

My cock throbs at the memory of her on my tongue, in my hands and in my buddy's arms. I come close to slamming a fist into the cement wall before I turn on Samuel.

"Fuck you. She's barely legal as is. She doesn't need us."

"And that makes your hunger for her all the more voracious, doesn't it? Knowing she's untouchable. Don't try to lie, man 'cause I'm feeling it too, and don't try to put words and thoughts into this for her. You don't know what she wants or needs any more than I do."

I want to knock that smirk off his face, but he is right. "I think you're using the wrong head to do all your thinking with."

"Have you forgotten how right it felt to have her in our arms last night? I think that bulge in your pants is stopping all the blood flow to your brain. You're as hard as I am right now and try to tell me you wouldn't bend her over your desk given the chance."

God, do I remember. I can't get the image of her spread open before me like a goddess out of my head. I know it will take more than a couple of weeks to scrub it from my brain. Try something like never.

"What do you think? How the hell do you suggest we get around her being our student then?"

I go to move past him and walk out of here before he has a chance of answering that question and leads us into bigger trouble when he places a hand on my shoulder. "For starters by not discussing it here for anyone to hear."

Samuel grabs the handle to my office and we come to a full stop, door wide open and jaws hitting the floor.

"Emberly?"

My heart is racing when green eyes hit mine.

Light from a small lamp in the corner of my office casts a golden hue over the sweet angel standing in front of my desk.

And suddenly that's all that matters. That she's here and I can't remember why wanting her is a bad idea.

Samuel shoulders around me at the sound of my surprise. "What are you doing here, sweetheart?"

She has my coat on and I like how she looks wearing something of mine. Too much, in fact. My head screams ours and my dick doesn't help the situation at all.

"Getting a few things straight, Professors."

Her flawless skin turns a sweet flush of pink and I find myself stepping inside the office and Sam closing and locking the door behind us.

Emberly bites her lip and crosses and uncrosses her legs. That's when I see the red stilettoes. My coat rests high on her thigh and it's impossible not to appreciate all that smooth creamy skin.

Did she come to school like that? Did anyone see her?

Last night confusion and worry conflicted in her expression but there was hunger there too. Today all that is gone. This girl is up to something. It's etched into the straight line of her shoulders and the saucy tilt of her cherry red lips.

"Emberly?" I drawl and that's when she does it.

Red-tipped nails untie the leather sash cinching my jacket around her waist. In the next instant black leather pools around her feet and my dick turns to granite behind the zipper of my jeans.

Emberly is standing in nothing but a red lacy—God, I hope a thong—and those heels. Absolutely nothing else.

She blushes a deep scarlet that matches her lingerie number and I think Samuel is about ready to pounce on the teasing little minx.

"I decided something last night as I watched the two of you drive away from me."

"Fuck, Emberly, it's not like we wanted to."

She holds up a finger to silence Samuel and I smile when the little movement works.

She takes one step our way, then another. Each one slow and measured.

Her hips dip, sway and whatever else it is that a woman does to make a man lose his ability to form words. All I know is that each little flick acts like a draw on my cock. Precum slips from the swollen head to wet the inside of my boxers.

Holy shit. What has she done to me?

I inhale sharply. "You're playing a dangerous game, Emberly." She rests a palm on my chest and one on Samuel's.

"That's just it, Professor Elliot. Samuel. I'm done playing." Never, Sam, I notice. She always goes for my friend's full name, and I can see what it does to the man. She tilts her head up and flashes me a look that has my heart pumping harder.

"I want you. Both of you. Not some spring fling fuck fest either that I can pen all about in my journal. Not that I have one. But, that's beside the point." She glides her palms over our hearts, and I hold back a groan. "I know you feel what I feel."

"Now you can take me here or we can go to your place or mine, but I'm tired of being alone. I thought this could be our little secret for now. Follow through with last night?"

The sad look that passes over her expression breaks my damn heart and the only thing that takes that particular sting away is to place my hand over hers.

"Do you know what you're asking for? We're not two frat boys you're playing with."

"I wouldn't know what playing with a frat boy is like in or out of bed. I've never been attracted to young boys my age. What I want can't be found with mere boys still trying to find their way in this cold world. I need men to teach me and fulfill my fantasies. I need both of you."

Samuel clears his throat beside me, slipping a long strand of her loose hair behind an ear. "You never answered us last night. Is our sweet Emberly a virgin?"

She's silent, then sighs quietly. "I'm a dick virgin, Professor. Does that count?"