16. East

SIXTEEN

east

I'D HAD EVERY intention of going to class, but I couldn't stop thinking about what was happening behind closed doors with King and Zac. Were they talking about our hot, forbidden night? Making plans for a round two? Was King checking out the way Zac filled out his tailored pants? Was Zac unable to sit still every time King uttered a deep, authoritative word that only reminded him of the professor's sexy, dominant side?

This wouldn't do. Being left out of even a moment of sexual tension was killing me, and that was why I found my feet moving in the direction of King's first class.

I peered into each lecture hall I passed, looking for a glimpse of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy, and finally I spotted him at a lectern in one of the larger halls. I slipped inside behind a straggler and took a seat in the back row like I belonged there.

Would King kick me out once he saw me? Most likely. But not before I got a chance to ogle him and make sure he noticed me.

All around, students pulled out their laptops and set up quicker than I'd seen in any other class. For good reason, too. King used to sniff out those who weren't paying attention and lock them out of the room.

Shit, now I was thinking about locked rooms…and certain someones in locked rooms…

King's voice boomed off the walls, so commanding there was no need for a microphone in the vast hall. It certainly made me sit up a little straighter, mostly to get a better view of him.

Most of the time when I'd seen him, he wore a suit, but occasionally he'd switch it up, like today. A pair of dark jeans made his legs look a mile long, and he wore a russet cable-knit cashmere sweater that hugged his muscled physique in a way that should've had every person in this room drooling. Jesus, had his arms always been that big? I'd noticed King was attractive before, and now that I'd gotten a glimpse, I was dying to see what he looked like without any of that shit on.

The sound of everyone starting to type around me was a low hum in the background as King's gaze swept across the room, and when it passed over me, he did a subtle double take.

My mouth curled up on one side as we locked eyes, and even though he didn't miss a beat of his lecture, those dark depths sparked.

With interest? Maybe remembering something he shouldn't be?

I tugged at my pants beneath the desk, and my heart began pumping just a little faster.Any second now he was going to ask me to leave. He'd call me by my first name, tell me I was loitering in the wrong class, and send me on my way.

Any time now…

King held my gaze, arched his brow ever so slightly, and then continued perusing the rest of his captive audience.

Interesting…

I licked my lips and found myself inching down in my seat, suddenly warm all over in the aftermath of King's attention. Time passed by in a haze after that—a sex haze. King continued to be his usual professional self, of course, but all I could think about was the way he'd stood from that mighty, throne-like chair when Zac drove into me. And the sure way he'd walked down from that dais and revealed a cock I was still dying to suck?—

"Dude, you gonna move? I'd like to leave sometime this year."

I turned to the plebeian beside me who'd dared question me, and as I got to my feet, he backed up a step."What did you just say to me?"

Whether it was my tone or the recognition of who exactly he'd just being a douchebag to, the guy held up a hand.

"Sorry, East, um, I didn't realize that was you. I didn't know you were in this class."

There, that was better. The respect my name deserved.

"I'm not."

"Then why are you?—"

"Mr. Easton." King's stern voice interrupted a question he'd definitely not want me to answer. I turned to see him making his way up the stairs, and all my irritation vanished.

Fuck he was hot. In clothes. Out of clothes. Pants unzipped. Cock in hand.

"Mr. Easton?"

Shit. Did he ask me something? "Could you please repeat that?"

"Move aside. Kenny needs to get to his next class."

Oh right, Kenny. I'd forgotten he was there.I let out a sigh and moved out of the row so Kenny could pass by, and once he exited the lecture hall, King brought his eyes back to me.

"What are you doing here, James?"

I shrugged. "Furthering my education."

"Really?"

"Of course. Why else would I be here?"

"I have no idea. But if I recall, it was all you could do to make it to my class when it was assigned to you."

"That's true," I said, running my eyes down over King's long legs. "But that was before I knew how much you could teach me."

He said nothing, instead choosing to turn and make his way back to the front of the lecture hall. But I wasn't done with him yet. I wanted to know how this morning went with Zac. The poor guy had been a bundle of sexual nerves when I left him in the office he shared with Mr. Hardass, and I wanted to make sure he was still breathing.

After all, who was going to fuck me if Zac was dead from all the blood in his head pooling in his cock over his hottie professor?

As though he had eyes in the back of his head, King said, "You need to go to class, James."

"I don't, actually. Free period."

"Two in a row?"

"Well, no, this period was with Livingston, but you're so much more educational to watch."

King straightened with his laptop in hand, his eyes flashing with annoyance—and maybe a hint of arousal? It was hard to differentiate with him.

"Cut the crap. You need to go to class, now."

"How about this? I'll go to class when you tell me how your morning went with Zac."

"Zac?"

"Yes, you know the tall, lean guy with the sex hair and the glasses that make him look a little nerdy? The same guy who fu?—"

"Get to your point, James."

"I was just wondering how he was doing? He was a little out of sorts this morning. Hotter than usual. Running a bit of a fever."

King's lips twitched at the side, and that told me all I needed to know. He'd noticed Zac's behavior for himself. Of course he had—nothing got past King, and Zac's emotions had been written all over his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He made a move toward the side door to leave, but I wasn't letting him go now that I had him.

Who knew when I'd get another opportunity to ask him all the things on my mind? And if he wasn't going to spill the beans on Zac, maybe I could get him talking about something else.

"No? I suppose you also have no memory of the secret underground—" Before I could even finish my thought, King strode back across the room, put his laptop on the lectern, and kept coming straight for me.

Shit. Oh shitballs.

In the blink of an eye, the look on his face had gone from amused annoyance to downright hostile. I backed up one, two, and then three steps, and my back met the wall.He moved a jean-clad leg on either side of me as he took a firm grip of my chin. Then he angled my face up toward his, and it felt as though the breath was knocked right out of me.

King had one of the most arresting faces I'd ever seen, and up close like this, all hostile like he wanted to throttle me, it was even more intense. My dick immediately stiffened, and my body's reaction wasn't lost on the man pinning me in place as a low curse left his mouth. I rocked up against him, and when King thrust forward to keep me in place, the steely length of his erection had me sucking in a breath. His eyes flashed fire, a warning to tread lightly or get burned. "You need to keep your mouth shut and remember who you're talking to, little prince. I'm not just your professor."

He let me go then, like I was the one burning him. Then he picked up his laptop and headed for the door, and all I could think was if King was trying to deter me, it wasn't working. At all. He'd only made me more determined to get another night with the three of us.

And I wasn't going to be denied.