Hissy Fit Read online Lani Lynn Vale (Southern Gentleman #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The Southern Gentleman Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
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-Raleigh’s secret thoughts

Raleigh

I felt like a hunted deer as I practically ran down the center aisle of the auditorium.

I hurried even faster when I chanced a look over my shoulder and found him gaining, despite him not appearing to rush in the least.

Pushing through the auditorium doors, I cursed myself every way that I could muster.

Why had I acted like I cared? Why did I care?

I shouldn’t.

My booted heels clicked on the stained concrete floor as my breathing started to accelerate.

I couldn’t decide whether I liked that he was following me, all intimidating like, or if I didn’t.

I was leaning toward liked it, which was what scared me.

Not with the way he so easily could accept a date by my most hated enemy—though Coach Casper hadn’t done anything overtly mean or confrontational. She just had the bad luck to be pretty and also be attracted to the one man that had always been it for me.

It was when I pulled out my master key—the one that unlocked every single door in the school that all teachers had access to besides the principal’s office and other administrative offices—that it happened.

The key fell from my hand, and I stopped and bent all in one motion.

That was when the worst possible thing happened.

My pants split.

With Ezra standing not three feet behind me.

Face flaming, I stood up very carefully and willed myself to disappear. For the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

I felt everything inside of me scream in embarrassment as I prayed for all I was worth that the rip wasn’t as bad as I feared it was.

I was wrong.

It was worse.

My hand started searching for the rip, and I found it instantly.

It stretched from my belt all the way down the crack of my ass and disappeared into the crease of my legs.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

I heard Ezra hiss in a breath as I felt his body crowd me, his torso blanketing me from shoulder to mid-thigh.

I blew out a shaky breath when I felt his erection press against me.

“Can’t say I’m too upset,” he breathed. “That was the hottest thing I’ve seen all day.”

“W-what?” I stuttered.

He wedged his hand between our bodies and ran the pad of his thumb up and down the bare skin of my ass.

“You’re not wearing any panties,” he breathed against the back of my head, his breath fanning my hair.

I turned to look up at him.

“I’m wearing panties,” I told him. “They’re just sheer.”

He groaned and looked down into my eyes, and it was then that I saw every single bit of desire that I’d seen that night of the tornado.

He wanted me.

Bad.

Just like I wanted him.

I licked my dry lips, and his eyes followed the movement.

Then he said something that I didn’t quite hear.

“What?”

He moved down so that he was even closer to me.

“Better to do this with,” he rumbled against my cheek.

Then his hand skidded around my waist and delved down into the gap the tear had created in my jeans.

Moments later, his fingers found my thong and pushed it aside.

I was seconds away from hyperventilating.

And before I could get my wits about me, he started shoving me until I found myself closed in a dark janitor’s closet.

I had a second to fear the dark, confined space, and then his mouth was devouring mine.

His hands were down my pants, and I was panting into his mouth while trying to figure out what in the hell I was doing.

“Ezra,” I breathed against his wet lips. His soft, plush, bitable lips. “What are you doing?”

“What does it feel like I’m doing?” he asked.

Then he turned me around and yanked my jeans the rest of the way open, making me gasp.

My thong was pushed aside, and I felt the blunt tips of two big fingers testing my readiness.

“Thank God,” he growled, sinking both digits inside of me to the webbing of his fingers.

I swallowed a moan, too scared to voice my pleasure in case someone heard, and nearly lost it when he pulled those digits free. I heard him suck each finger clean and then couldn’t miss the way his belt buckle clinked.

When I felt the hot ridge of his cock head against my entrance, I didn’t resist.

I couldn’t…and wouldn’t. Not ever.

He was it for me.

He could tell me to drop down on my knees in the middle of the entire teacher body, and I’d do it to please him.

Lucky for me he’d never ask me.

Also lucky for me, he had a dick that made grown women like me scream.

His hand went to my mouth before I could do that, and then his cock was filling me so full that it took everything I had not to come the moment he planted his entire length inside of me.

“Goddamn,” I heard him breathe. “You feel so good.”


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