Page 96 of Off-Ice Misconduct
“Is that what you’ve been thinking about?”
“It’s all they talk about. I kicked two ‘ballerinas’ out of my first-year class for saying they bet you fucked like a wild bear.”
Thinking about that turns me right off.Wow.So much has changed. A few short weeks ago, I would have jumped at the chance to bang some first years. But has it? Changed, I mean. Or have I just … found what my heart was looking for?
His thumb’s on my lips again. This time it lingers there.
“You want to kiss me, Daddy,” I accuse. He knows what that means to me. He knows why I said he couldn’t do it.
“No,” he denies with a bit of petulance. Yep, I definitely detect petulance. “I was considering forbidding you from attending any more parties with lusty little first years.”
“Not gonna lie, I kinda like you jealous.”
“I’mnotjealous. I’d have to worry about losing you to be jealous.”
“You asshole. Fine fuck?—”
Dominant fingers slide into my hair, trapping me where I am. “I’m not worried, Ace, because I know you’re fucking mine.”
His words breathe fire against my neck. I am, but I also don’t want to give in. It’s fucking stupid by this point, but it’s the most terrifying thing in existence. Feelings. Love. Sex is simple but love hurts.
He smacks my ass. “Be here Saturday, promptly at eight. I’ll send you something to wear.”
“What the fuck,Luke? I’m the president. I have to be there.”
Luke stares into my soul. It’s a plea without saying please, but there’s also something unbending about him. I’m not gonna win this one, and I don’t know that I want to.
“Midnight,” I wheedle. This is important to him, but we’ve got to find a halfway point on this one. I can’t abandon my house duties.
“Ten pm, best offer.”
“Ten it is, Daddy.”
I’m already in his arms, so he slides a covetous hand down my pants, grabbing a handful of my ass.
“Admit that you were jealous,” I demand, sliding my hand up my neck to trace the mark he left there.
“They’re young, and cute, and soooo not my type,” he says when he sees my scowl forming.
“Sounds like your type to me,” I snap.
“I don’t think you get what an anomaly you are among my repertoire of bedmates.”
Being an anomaly could be a good or bad thing—which one am I? He was the one who was supposed to be jealous of the first years, but now I am. And what a lot of people don’t get about being bisexual is that it’s not just one gender on the table, it’s everybody.
The women who make goo-goo eyes at him are so damn gorgeous. I should tear their fucking eyes out.
Not that I’d ever actually hurt a woman.
Ugh, jealousy is a fickle bitch.
Still can’t say the words, though. The words that would lay my heart out for him to run over.
I fight my head out of his grasp, or try to, so I can storm away. Man, he’s fucking strong. Goddamn werewolf man. The thought of what all that strength would be like as he ploughs me from behind warms my cock again. Benefits of being young and vital, I guess—I’m nothing more than a squirrel distracted by a nut when it comes to sex.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours? And why am I in trouble now?”
“You’re not. I just … I should go.”
