Page 19 of Dream a Little Dream

“To be honest, not much. Faculty would suggest I’m not your personal tutor. Which I’m not, anyway. They’ll call you in to ask how you feel about it. Get your version of events. It’ll go on both of our records.”

Aaron stood, grabbing his bag. “Don’t worry. I’m good at keeping secrets.”

Kenny lifted his gaze as Aaron headed toward the door. “You have somewhere to be?”

“Thought this was done.” A tiny, miniscule, almost undetectable slither of disappointment crept into that delivery.

Kenny could sense it, because he felt it too. He’d never felt anything more visceral in his life. To reach out, grab Aaron’s arm, haul him back and have him against his desk was overwhelming. Why was this unrelenting desire creeping through his professional walls? He was meant to keep them at bay. Only let it out when he was far away. He was meant to berespectable. Not someone who would throw himself at a student for a quick, hard fuck.

“If there’s nothing else.” Kenny gestured to the door.

“See you next Tuesday.” Aaron reached for the handle.

“My next lecture with you is Friday.”

“I know.” Aaron grinned, then yanked open the door.

He left it open as he walked out, and Kenny tilted his neck to watch him sashay down the corridor. He caught some of the staff watching him, too. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes. Then got up, closed the door and fell back in his seat, clicking into the password protected files on his laptop and falling back down the rabbit hole.

Jack would call karma. He may well have met his match.

Chapter five

Hidden in the Sand

Ten years ago, September, twenty-first, 2014, 9.25pm

“Come to bed, for god’s sake, Kenny!”

Chuckling, Kenny closed his laptop, and swivelled in his office chair to stalk across the landing to his bedroom. He leant on the door frame, folding his arms, and drank in the beauty in his bed. Because there, laid out naked with stunning pale skin, waves of striking blond hair, a gorgeous smile worthy of a dental advertisement and a sculpted body offering him a damn good reason to stop combing through all the files, textbooks and evidence, was PC Jack Bentley.

Jack should have been a model. He could turn heads for better reasons than he wore a uniform and commanded it. He was too precious to fight crime. Too boyish. And as he lay there, hands behind his head, grin wide and gazing at Kenny as if he would give him everything he needed to forget his day job, Kenny’s stomach rippled with anticipation. Jack looked like he’dbreak, but Kenny had railed him into the mattress too many times before and he hadn’t yet.

He was tougher than he looked.

Physically.

Mentally, he’d broken a while back.

“Can we have a playdate?” Jack waggled his toes, his dick half-hard and enticing.

“Have you been good?” Kenny arched an eyebrow.

“Very.”

Kenny rolled down his shirt sleeves, skin tingling. “Then get ready, baby. I’ll take you out of your mind.”

Jack bit his lip and nodded with all the enthusiasm of a child at Christmas.

Kenny stripped out of his shirt, slowly and seductively, and Jack’s pupils dilated. He was a stark contrast to Jack. Darker toned, unruly dark hair that grew too quickly and scattered over his body as if he were a beast. Maybe he was? Maybe he was becoming one through osmosis. But Jack gazed at him as if he were his saviour. Because Kenny was. In these moments. He knew what Jack needed. Perhaps the only one who’d ever understand.

Stripped, Kenny climbed on the bed, lying atop Jack, and kissed him, languidly. The way Jack needed him to. He was already humming. Writhing. Revelling in what Kenny gave him, which was attention. Soft, gentle and unconditional.

He kissed down his neck, then leaned up. “Where do you want to go, baby?”

“The beach.”

“Mmm, good choice.” Kenny kissed him again, invading his mouth with his tongue. “Golden sand beneath our toes.” He nipped his earlobe. “Sea splashing at our feet.” He rutted against Jack, cock hardening and enjoying the storytelling just as much. Although Kenny got more out of the feeling of control. Of beingable to get inside Jack’s inner thoughts and deepest desires. “Shall we have some candy floss?”

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