Page 38 of Wren's Winter

“Even if you were the same age—which you’re not—I could never get involved with a former student.”

I wasn’t sure why I was giving him an out. Justifying him hooking up with a student, but the words wouldn’t stop. Maybe I needed him to be flawed, to be as uncaring as all the previous men I had known. That way, when I had to leave, I could know I wasn’t missing out on something special. “Why not? It’s not illegal. She’s in a bar. She’s obviously of age.”

“Just because something is legal doesn’t make it okay. I could never cross that line with a student, former or current. To me, they are all the same.”

Stepping out from the wall, I faced him, my eyes raised to meet his. “She seems pretty into you.”

“I don’t care how she feels. Do you think I’d be interested in a girl like that when you’re around?”

Shaking my head, as if that would knock some sense into me, I fought for the words.

“If you think I have any interest in another woman when you are next to me, you are blind.” Taking my silence for what it was, he grabbed my hand, pressing it against the bulge in his pants. “Feel that. You do that to me. No one else.”

I tensed my hand against the form, pressing into it. “Only me?”

He hissed at the contact. “Only you. From the first moment I saw you on my porch, you are all I can think about. You are driving me wild. I’ve never needed a woman and then you show up, and I can’t think, can’t talk. All I want is to strip you bare and sink into you.”

Wrapping a hand around the nape of my neck, he brought my mouth to his. The kiss was a brutal thing. A punitive nip at my bottom lip as he whirled me around and then my back was to the bricks. My jeans were unzipped, and his hand was cupping my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” His finger swept over my entrance. Zinging up my body as he thrust into me. “I bet I could take you right here, couldn’t I?”

My hands found his shoulders as he moved against me, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit as he added another finger inside me. My nails dug into the fabric of his shirt.

“I’ll show you exactly who I want, Birdie. You’re the only one I want around my fingers as you come.”

A loud bang of a door closing far away made the air in my throat hitch, and my eyes flew open. Pushing me harder against the wall, his mouth found mine, kissing me hard enough that I forgot where we were. His fingers still working over me.

“Don’t pay attention to that. I’ve got you.” His words hot against my ear. “I need you to come on my fingers.”

I gasped as he brought me closer to orgasm. I didn’t care that it was nearly freezing outside, that we were mere feet away from a busy bar, that, at any moment, someone could walk out and see us standing here. All I needed was his hands on me. His mouth brutal against my own.

As I came, he pulled his kiss away, covering my mouth with his free hand to muffle the cry. His words in my ear as he coaxed me. “That’s it. Come all over me. I do this to you. Only me. Those are my fingers inside you, and this is the only cunt they want.”

The orgasm washed over me, a sharp heat that crested violently. My nails dug into his biceps, holding me steady against the force. Blood in my ears pounding a beat through me.

Only me.

Only me.

Coming down, sense returned. The rough brick at my back, the nip of cold air, and the…

“Adrian?” A voice broke through the silence. Adrian stiffened, pulling his hand out of my pants. As he turned to face the voice, he did in a way that gave me a minute to put myself together enough to be decent.

“Layla,” Adrian said.

My pants zipped, and my sweater adjusted. I was as good as I was going to get after being finger fucked in an alley.

“I was looking for you. My friends are heading over to the other bar, and...”

I stepped out from behind him. Her words faded away. She blinked at me, even in the darkness, her eyes impossibly light. “Oh, you’re not alone.”

“Hi. Layla, right?” I asked.

“Um, yeah.” Layla glanced from Adrian to what had to my wild I just got my world rocked hair.

Looping my arm through his, I smiled at her. It was easier to let my jealousy die down after an orgasm. “Adrian mentioned you were a student?”

“A few years ago.” Layla’s voice faltered.

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