Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Forget the hypotheticals. I did do those things, tonight. And then Beckett did, apparently. I shake my head, dwelling on it as I pour more whiskey.
I want to be mad. I should be mad, even though I have no claim on her. Moreover, I shouldn’t have anything to do with her like that. I shouldn’t even think of her like that.
But then there’s another thing. It’s not like some random other guy took what I’d had right after me. It was Beck. My other half.
“We’ve shared a lot growing up.”
He’s not wrong, and fuck, as much as I want it to be, it’s not weird that we both had her. In fact, it almost makes me happy—I’m happy that he got to feel that heaven between her legs too.
Jesus this is fucked up. The thing with Beck is wild enough that I’m not even sure I can process it right now. And besides that, tomorrow, I get to face her.
In my classroom.
I get to look at her and know what she feels like, and what she sounds like when she comes. I get to look at her and know what she looks like bouncing on my cock. I’m going to look at her and know exactly how her tight, bare-shaved little pussy tastes.
My student, and my secret desire. Oh, right, and the girl I fucked tonight. Tomorrow is going to be bad.
Fuck Mondays.
I slam the rest of my drink and reach for the bottle one more time.
8
Kempton
The window raises easily, and in a flash, I’ve slipped over the sill and into our dorm room from the roof above the common room.
Anastasia—my roommate—and I have gotten pretty damn good at sneaking in an out. Having a built-in escape window with a lattice flower wall on the side of the building acting like a ladder makes things pretty easy though. Just the same, in case our RA does rounds or anything, Ana and I have also gotten quite good at covering for each other. Ana covers for me when I sneak out for whatever social thing I’m expected to be seen at, and I cover for her when she…
Well, when she sneaks out for other reasons. “Other reasons” being our former history professor, Oliver Bard. Oliver who’s twelve years Ana’s senior, and who would be quite the scandal if their relationship ever came to light. Oliver no longer works at Winchester, which is this whole big story. But the basic gist of it is, the rest of the school and probably most of the staff believe the story that he left to pursue a university position in Europe. The truth is, Oliver Bard was working at Winchester as an undercover FBI agent looking to bust our former Vice Principal for fraud and embezzlement.
No, he’s not in Europe. He actually lives not far away, just a town over from Southworth, the town Winchester is in. And it’s almost every night at this point that Ana sneaks her way out of here to go sleep over at his place. Like she is tonight.
“Sorry I’m late,” I mumble as I close the window behind me.
Ana looks up from her desk, brushing her blonde hair away her face as she smiles.
“It’s cool. I was just finishing up some work.”
“Dork.”
She grins. Even if she’s on the cheer squad like me, and even if she comes from a family as rich as mine, Anastasia takes school very seriously.
“But I should run though.”
She stands from the desk, and I whistle at the slinky black number she’s wearing.
“Well, someone’s getting lucky tonight.”
She blushes.
“That’s a yes.”
Again, since officially, Oliver resigned for a position in Europe, so it’s not like he can really be seen hanging around Winchester. So, it’s not like they get out much, unless they drive a ways away from campus.
Needless to say, though, I think they’re fine staying in. I mean, I would be fine staying cooped up inside with a guy who looks like Oliver Bard. Good lord.
“You look flushed.”
Ana arches a brow at me, and I shrug.
“Eh, wild party.”
“Oh really?” She grins. As close as we are, I’ve never even told Ana the full story of my made-up reputation.
“Anything juicy you want to spill?”
Yeah, I had sex with the star quarterback and his professor adopted brother, in the span of half an hour of each other. And it was fucking amazing even if I feel kind of slutty right now.
“Nope.”
Anastasia rolls her eyes and I stick my tongue out at her.
“Hey, when you spill your dirty stories, I’ll spill mine, okay?”
Ana blushes. Right, like she’d ever even tell me she and Oliver kiss. She’s a little private like that.
“Okay, get out of here,” I tease. “Go have fun. Say hi to Professor Bard for me.”
Ana blushes.
“Can you just call him Oliver?”
“Honestly, how often do you guys do the naughty school girl role-play?”