Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
I didn’t disagree with him.
He did feel good.
Perfect.
Right.
He thrust into me so hard that I jerked forward, catching myself on the only thing that was there—a shelf filled with cleaning supplies.
Everything—and I do mean everything—went crashing to the floor.
Did Ezra stop fucking me?
Hell no.
He continued, holding on tighter to my hips to keep me from falling.
“So hot and wet,” he grunted, flexing his fingers.
I whimpered into my arm, turning my face so that a sound wouldn’t escape.
It might as well have not been covered at all—not with the whimpers and sighs escaping.
“Shhhh,” he murmured. “Don’t talk or they might hear us.”
I felt a thrill of anticipation race through me.
That would be a bad thing…wouldn’t it?
Being caught fucking in the janitor’s closet—the one that I’d heard quite a few people had used before according to the teacher gossip mill—would be humiliating…if Ezra wasn’t the one doing the fucking.
Ezra was the town prize—the biggest catch that every single woman in Gun Barrel, Texas was trying to get her hands on. They wanted him for their own, and right now, he was mine. He was inside of me.
And I was about to come.
His thrusts had started out rough, but at some point in our coupling, he’d gained control of himself. His thrusts had become slick, long and exact. He knew exactly what he was doing, and exactly the way to thrust himself inside of me that I got every single inch of his cock playing along those nerve endings I couldn’t even reach with my vibrator.
“I’m going to come,” I panted. “I’m going to come so hard.”
I hadn’t even realized that I was saying what I was saying until his hands flexed around my hips, and he lost the rhythm that he’d been taking me with.
His thrusts became erratic, but it didn’t matter. I was already there.
I came so hard that starbursts filled my eyes, and my lungs seized in my chest.
And then he was coming, too, filling me so full that I’d be wet for the rest of the day.
Thank God today was a teacher in-service day, and we only had to be here half of our usual time.
I had a feeling I’d be leaking Ezra from my nether regions until I could get in the shower and rinse him away.
And when he pulled out, I realized that I was downright fucked.
I had no pants to change into, and the rip that’d been there before was now a chasm that would never be mended again.
Oh, and I was wet.
There was that, too.
He rumbled something at me, and I glared at him over my shoulder.
“What am I supposed to do now?” I asked worriedly.
He shrugged. “Well…”
I stood up, feeling the wetness leak out even more, and groaned as I covered my face.
“I can’t go back in there looking like this, and I don’t have anything to change into since I don’t have my car,” I whined.
He frowned. “Why don’t you have your car?”
I neatly sidestepped that question. “Let me borrow your shirt,” I ordered as I snapped my fingers. “I can’t walk out there like this.”
He looked down at my snapping fingers with a grin on his face, then neatly stuffed himself back in his pants before doing up the zipper.
I watched him with a melancholy expression on my face before I wiped it clean because he was grinning at me in understanding.
I glared and snapped my fingers once again. “Shirt.”
He shook his head. “If I give you my shirt, then I won’t have one to wear. Do you want me to go in there shirtless? I can offer you some sweatpants, though. I have a pair in my office.”
His office was halfway across campus.
“Do you really want me walking practically bare-assed naked through the hall with your stuff dripping out of me?” I questioned.
His eyes heated. “No, but I like the idea of my ‘stuff’ dripping out of you.” Then he pulled me to him and dropped a kiss to my mouth. “I’ll walk behind you. Nobody will see, I promise.”
I didn’t have any other choice but to trust him.
“Fine,” I groaned. “But I’m not happy about this.”
He winked. “I’m extremely happy. You have no idea.”
I wanted to punch him in the throat. “Is that because you accepted a date from Coach Casper last night when you butt dialed me?”
He frowned. “I didn’t accept a date from Coach Casper…”
I lifted a brow at him. “You called me, and I heard her ask you out. You said yes. How is that not accepting a date?”
He pulled me close once again, and I had the feeling that he liked that I sounded jealous.
Dammit.
I hadn’t meant to let him know how mad I was.
I’d meant to avoid him.
I’d had an epiphany last night, and that was that Ezra McDuff had always been a player, and I wasn’t going to tame him.