Page 49 of Hot for Teacher
Killian smiled into his book. Chase had remembered. “Often, yes.”
Of course, Killian had quite a few universities still waiting for his answer this year. He’d been holding off finalizing his summer schedule, and he wasn’t skilled enough at lying to himself to even pretend to wonder why.
Chase was staying in town for the summer, he’d told Killian. And that thought had already been tempting enough before, but now that Killian had learned about what a bullshit, indifferent home life Chase had endured, a new protectiveness was surging through him.
Even without what Chase had shared with Killian the night before, it all still probably would have been inevitable. They’d been spending more time together, and whether they wanted to keep it casual or not, a certain amount of intimacy had taken place.
And Killian had been taking an inordinate amount of pleasure in learning more about his young paramour in small, stolen bits.
Chase was studious but didn’t stress overly about academics. He had an incredibly tight bond with the baby alphas Killian always saw hanging off him. (Which might have filled Killian with a certain amount of jealousy before, but for which he was now grateful, since it meant Chase wasn’t wholly alone in life.) In almost every scenario, Chase maintained a quiet confidence that could be mistaken for aloofness. Except he learned the names of everyone he met, always had a moment for a friend in need, and had a knack for sussing out small tasks that needed to be done and doing them without a word.
And he was horrendously easy to spend time with, but Killian had already known that.
Chase set his phone down on the lounger, peering up at Killian with green eyes narrowed against the sun. He’d left his hat inside, and Killian would either need to fetch it or make sure heput on sunscreen soon. Chase was fairer than Killian, and Killian didn’t want him burning.
“Can you keep a secret?” Chase asked.
Killian set down his book, arching a brow. “You have to ask?”
Chase didn’t crack a smile, just bit at his lower lip before saying, “My roommate, Noah. He’s been dating a professor. Professor Miller.”
“EliMiller?” Killian asked with surprise. He’d met the man a few times at various university functions. The omega had used to cart around an older husband—a smarmy, annoying bastard, that one—but that must have been a thing of the past.
Killian had an email from Miller in his inbox, actually, asking to pick Killian’s brain about publishing academic books for the masses. Killian had put out a moderately successful guide to popular statistics a few years ago.
“Yeah. They’re notpublicpublic, but they just came out to their friends. To us.”
A surge of … something ran through Killian at the news. Before he could process it, Chase let out a sigh. “I’m bored.”
Killian was too affronted to question the change of subject. “Excuse me?”
Chase gave him a cheeky smile. “I just mean, I didn’t bring my school stuff. I’m just doomscrolling on my phone here.”
Killian tilted his head toward the house. “Go get one of my books to read. And your hat while you’re at it.”
“One of your precious spy novels?” Chase asked, his grin widening as he sat up.
“Mm. TryEye of the Needle. World War II. There’s a good film version. We can watch it when you’re done.”
“All right.” Chase hopped off the lounger with disturbing agility and went into the house. Killian craned his neck to watch him go. The beta was wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, and a lazy sort of lust swam through Killian’s belly at the sight.
There wasn’t any urgency to it. Not yet, at least. Chase wouldn’t be leaving before the evening—Killian had already exacted his promise to stay. There would be time to fuck him into a weeping messafterthey’d had their relaxing morning.
Killian hadn’t done it the night before. He’d decided a rejuvenating bath was in order—warm water to soothe the soul, or something like that—and by the time they’d figured out how to fit two grown men into his tub, lazy kisses had turned to determined frotting, and then Killian had jerked them both off to completion. They’d rinsed off in the shower, and Chase had been demonstrably exhausted, his eyes barely staying open by the time Killian had turned the water off. He’d fallen asleep curled into Killian’s chest as Killian had read his book, the same spy novel he was reading now.
It had all been … quite domestic.
A teacher and a student going public.
It was a thought. Definitely a thought.
Killian could have his scent on Chase whenever he wanted. Chase could leave the house absolutely dripping in his pheromones, and there would be nothing anyone could say about it.
Killian cleared his throat, adjusting his cock.
Chase returned, his baseball cap in place and a book in his hand. He climbed back onto the lounger, fitting perfectly into his earlier position. He rubbed experimentally against Killian’s erection. “This wasn’t there when I left.”
Killian gave him a swat. “Hush. Read your book.”
