The Glue

by Webster, K

  I almost convince myself that’s it, but then I remember she has no clue I’m about to serve her with divorce papers.

  Fuck.

  His eyes lift to meet mine and the steel in his gaze is gone. Soft grayish blue as he regards me with such a longing, I can feel it in my gut. It makes me want to walk over to him, drag him out of his seat, and kiss the hell out of him until he’s smiling against my lips.

  “Miss Stevens, can you pass out the tests?” I ask one of the girls nearby, my gaze never leaving his.

  “Yes, sir,” she chirps, bouncing over to the podium.

  I prowl over to Aiden and his jaw clenches. His dulled eyes flare to life as I near. It satisfies me when his nostrils flare and he bites the inside corner of his lip. I want to bite it too.

  No.

  I want to bitch him the fuck out over his test.

  Slapping his test down, I leave my hand planted on his desk and get near his face. “You failed,” I hiss, low enough for only him to hear.

  He snorts. “I figured.”

  I want to grab him up and fucking throttle him. “It’s unacceptable.”

  “Why do you care?” he mutters.

  “I just do,” I snap back.

  All he does is shrug.

  “My office. After class.”

  He smirks but gives me a nod. I’m nearly shaking with fury by the time I make it to the podium. Everyone is quiet as they look over their tests. I suppose they can sense I’m about to blow a gasket. Somehow, I manage to avoid looking at Aiden and make it through the lecture without killing anyone. When class is over, I snatch my shit up and stomp away from the room. As soon as I’m in my office and deposit my things on the desk, I rub at the tension on the back of my neck.

  The sounds of people walking in the hallway are muted when someone steps in and closes the door. Heat seems to cloud around me, letting me know it’s Aiden. He’s the only one who has this effect on me. I turn and glower at him.

  “What the hell, Aiden?”

  His brows furrow and he looks out the window. “I just flaked out.”

  I dart over to him until we’re just inches apart. “You can’t just flake out. You’ll fail my class.”

  His eyes flip back to mine and emotion flares in them. “I’m just not in the mood for school.”

  “It doesn’t fucking matter,” I snap. “You do it anyway.”

  “Jesus,” he grumbles. “You really do sound like my dad.”

  He steps away from me and walks over to my desk, his arms crossed in front of him with his back to me.

  “What’s going on?” I ask, softer.

  “I’m going through some shit.”

  “Want to talk about it?”

  He shakes his head. “Part of that shit involves you.”

  I wince because I know what he means. Vale and I both made out with him and then pushed him away to work on our marriage. That kind of rejection, doubly so, has to hurt.

  “We should go for coffee. Talk about it,” I suggest. Just the idea of spending more time with him outside of class has my heart thudding in my chest. It makes me think of the last time we spent time outside of class. When we made out in a bar bathroom and it was hot as fuck.

  “What the hell is this?” Aiden hisses, his voice icy, chilling all heated memories out of my mind.

  “What?”

  He turns and holds up the divorce papers. “This.”

  Shame burns up inside me. “None of your business.”

  “You’re really doing it?” he growls. “Really fucking doing it? What? Vale not good enough for you anymore?”

  “You know there’s more to it than that,” I bite back, fisting my hands.

  He tosses the papers onto my desk and rushes over to me, his chest bumping mine. “More to it, huh? Care to explain?”

  “We’re broken,” I utter, my chest squeezing at that thought.

  “So you fucking fix it,” he roars, shoving me. “You fix what’s broken because it’s worth it.”

  He goes to shove me back and I grab hold of his hoodie, slamming his back into the door. “I can’t fix, goddammit! If I knew how, I would’ve done it months and months ago.” My voice cracks at my admission.

  His gaze softens. “She’ll be brokenhearted.”

  My throat tightens as I rasp out, “I’m brokenhearted.”

  “Don’t give up,” he pleads.

  Why? Why does he fight for this so hard? He’s clearly attracted to us both. He could get what he wants by our relationship’s demise.

  “We’re too broken,” I whisper.

  His eyes watch my lips and then they’re fiery as he glares at me. “So you fix it.”

  “Relationships don’t work like that. It’s not like a little glue will put it all back together and make it pretty again. It’s ugly, Aiden. It gets uglier each day.” My bitterness bleeds into my tone.

  “See someone. Talk to someone. Don’t give up,” he begs.

  “Why do you care so much?” I demand.

  “You know why.” His brows furl together. “Because I want you both to be happy.”

  “I’m happy right now,” I mutter, my voice husky.

  Our eyes meet and his are burning with lust. I step closer, rubbing my aching cock against his through his jeans. He groans and his hips rock with mine.

  “You can’t be happy with me,” he explains in a deep, rough voice.

  I release his hoodie to slide my palms up his hard chest to his neck. “I think I can.”

  My lips press to his and at first, he remains motionless. Then, with a small moan, he opens his mouth and accepts my kiss. I swipe my tongue across his and both of our dicks jerk in response.

  “I don’t want to be the one who divides you,” he rasps between kisses.

  I bite his bottom lip, loving the sounds of pleasure vibrating through him. “We’ve been divided for a long time, Aiden.” I slide my hand to the front of his jeans and palm his thick, hard cock through the material. “I’ve had a shit day and I really want to feel good. With you. Let me touch you.”

  “When you look at me like you want to fucking devour me, it’s kind of hard to say no,” he grumbles. His lips turn up on one corner.

  “Good,” I growl. “I like it when you say yes.”

  He hisses when I start fumbling at his belt. Within seconds, I shove his jeans down his thighs and grip his dick through his boxers. Such a sexy as fuck sound erupts from him when I push my hand into his boxers to touch his cock. Goddamn, he’s hung. Thoughts of taking him in my mouth have pre-cum leaking from my dick. He’s hot as hell and I’m sinning like a motherfucker with him.

  “I like your cock,” I mutter against his mouth, biting at his lip again. “I like it a lot.”

  He chuckles, the sound dark and devious. “It likes you too. Fuck if I’m not about to come like a little bitch.”

  I fist him in a slow, teasing way. His hips rock desperately against my hand.

  “I want to touch you too,” he tells me, his voice low and husky.

  My eyes close when he begins undoing my slacks. With the weight of my belt on my slacks, the pants fall to the floor quickly. He shoves down my boxer briefs and then his large, powerful hand is gripping me like I grip him.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  “This feels good,” I moan, eager for each stroke he gifts me. “So fucking good.”

  “And long overdue,” he murmurs.

  We crash our mouths together for a desperate, needy kiss. Each of us is trying to inhale the other. His taste is so fucking addictive.

  “Let me see your hand,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I saw this on Tumblr and I want to try it.”

  I look down between us as he pulls me closer and then helps me wrap my hand around the base of both our cocks so that they're parallel, pushed against the other. Then, he mimics my action but up toward the tips. Our eyes latch onto each other as we both stroke together. Up and down. Squeeze and release. Over and over again. Our grunts and hisses are in tan
dem as we both climb higher and higher.

  With his free hand, he yanks off his hoodie and T-shirt all at once, revealing his tanned, toned abs. The dark trail of hair to his impressive dick is something I will run my tongue along one day. Fuck, he’s hot.

  “That’s it, Professor,” he growls. “Make us come all over my stomach.”

  “Fuck, you’re dirty,” I groan, bucking my hips against our hands and his cock.

  “You haven’t seen just how dirty I can be,” he tells me, a wolfish grin on his handsome face.

  Goddamn, I want to run my tongue along every surface of him. He’s that fucking delicious looking.

  “Look at these fat cocks ready to explode,” he rasps. “We’re going to make a mess.”

  His words have me struggling to stay sane. My balls tighten. “I’m going to come soon.”

  “Do it,” he orders. “I want to see your cum mixed with mine.”

  That sends me over the edge and my nuts seize up. Cum shoots straight into the air and then another spurt lands across his lower abdomen. He lets out a groan as my cum coats our dicks and lubes them up. His own release shoots out thicker and more plentiful. It squirts up his chest, wetting his pecs. We’re both breathing heavily as our cocks stop soaking him and our hands.

  “Holy shit,” I groan. “That was hot.”

  “Did you have any doubts, Professor?” He lifts a brow, smirking at me. “Because I had none whatsoever.”

  “I knew it would be good,” I admit with a grin. “Didn’t know it’d be that good. And if you keep calling me Professor, I may have to push you to your knees and give you a lesson on cleaning my cock.”

  Someone knocks on the door and tries to push in but thank fuck Aiden is stronger and pushes back.

  “Mr. Young,” a young woman chirps. “I had a question about my test. Do you have a moment?”

  I clear my throat as I reach over for the tissue box. “I do,” I clip out. “I’m with another student. Give me five minutes.”

  “Okay,” she says and stops trying to push inside.

  Aiden and I quickly clean up. I’ve already redressed and am squirting hand sanitizer on my palms before he even has a chance to pull up his jeans. I take a moment to admire his physique. Oh, to be eighteen again. Goddamn, he looks good. He catches me staring as he pulls up his boxers and winks at me.

  And my dick is jolting in my slacks.

  He flexes his abs that still glisten with missed cum. This guy is going to make me lose my mind. He throws on his shirt and then pulls on his hoodie before stalking over to me. His lips crash to mine again, causing heat to burn through me.

  “Aiden,” I murmur. “We have to stop.”

  “We’ll pick this up later,” he tells me, confidence dripping in his tone. “And, Vaughn?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Tear it up.”

  He pulls away and his heated eyes are filled with concern.

  “Your test?”

  “No,” he says with a heavy sigh. “The divorce papers.”

  I scowl at him. “It’s done.”

  “It’s not fucking done,” he argues. “Give it more time.”

  “Way to convince me, man,” I say bitterly. “You just rocked my goddamn world and now you’re telling me I should stay with my wife. Doesn’t make a lick of sense.”

  He grips my jaw and runs his thumb along my bottom lip. “Let me help.”

  “Aiden…”

  “Mr. Young,” the girl calls out again. “I can come back if it’ll be a while.”

  Aiden gives me a hard look that says we’ll be discussing this more later before pulling away. Where his hand was, I can still feel the burn. He opens the door and grins at the brunette.

  “Hey, Nora,” he greets. “We’re done here. He’s all yours.”

  Her cheeks burn red. Under Aiden’s intense stare, it happens to the best of us.

  “We’ll talk later,” I call out.

  Aiden winks at me.

  Goddamn this man.

  “Donuts. You definitely need donuts and this place will be perfect,” Sheriff McMahon says, sipping his coffee.

  His deputy, Gentry, shrugs. “I don’t know. Donuts are so last year, Sheriff. Lemon berry muffins are the shit. I’m a fan.” He grins at me as he bites down on the fresh muffin.

  I beam at them, happy to have new customers. “I’ll look into donuts,” I tell the sheriff. “But the muffins are here to stay. I’m trying to make the shop better and bring in new customers. If donuts will do it, then I’ll start making donuts.”

  The sheriff sips his coffee and drags his gaze over every surface in the shop. I feel exposed under his scrutiny. My little shop saw like ten customers a week before Aiden started helping me. Now, all these people are checking it out and making critiques. It’s both exciting and nerve-wracking.

  “My wife would like this place,” he says. “She’s recently started blogging with my daughter. It’s mostly a mom blog where they take pictures of the babies and their outfits, but they’ve been doing a lot of food and other stuff.”

  “Jessie calls it ‘foodgramming’,” Gentry offers. “My fiancée is really into that shit.”

  “Foodgramming?” the sheriff asks, his brows pulled together. “What sort of dumbass name is that?”

  “It’s a thing,” Gentry argues. “Look it up, old man.”

  “Old?” he huffs. “I think you forget who can out-bench you at the gym. What’s your time on the mile? That’s right. Not even close to mine. Take your big mouth, muffin eating, young ass somewhere else and let the adults talk.”

  I crack up laughing. The men are both gorgeous as hell and funny. It’s nice having customers, especially good-looking ones. “I think it all stems from Instagram,” I explain to the sheriff. “My friend Aiden says if we want customers I need to take pictures and put it on Instagram. I forget my login half the time, much less remember to do it every day.”

  The sheriff chuckles. “Aiden Blakely?”

  A blush creeps up my neck. “Yeah. You know him?”

  “It sounds like you hit a gold mine if you have a Blakely helping you with marketing and advertising. Don’t let that one go,” he says, grinning at me. “He’s a good one.”

  My pervy ass is on a totally different page than the sheriff. In my head, I’m holding onto him for completely different reasons than marketing. Those images are of us together in bed. Naked. Up to all kinds of no good. The same images I got myself off to three times this week. Now, my neck is really burning.

  Gentry shakes his head. “I don’t think she plans on letting Aiden go.”

  The sheriff frowns as understanding washes over him. “What? Aiden? He’s just a kid.”

  “I’m married,” I say a little harshly.

  They ignore me as they continue talking.

  “Just a kid?” Gentry snorts. “That’s awfully sanctimonious coming from you, Sheriff.”

  The sheriff growls. “My wife isn’t a kid.”

  Gentry shrugs. “Just saying she ain’t that old either. This town has a thing for youngsters.”

  “And with that, we’re out of here,” the sheriff grumbles. “Good luck to you. We’ll be back. Just make sure you have some of those muffins ready to fill this knucklehead’s big mouth with. He’s the town gossip apparently.”

  I giggle and give them a wave. “Your secrets are safe with me.”

  The bell chimes and we all glance over. As if speaking of the devil, Aiden walks in, intensity blazing in his eyes. His eyes skim over the two officers and land on me. I squirm under his heated stare.

  “Well, if it ain’t not-so-little Aiden. We were just talking about you, boy,” Gentry says playfully.

  Aiden grins at Gentry. “I’m a good subject of conversation. Was it about my ass? Everyone talks about my ass.”

  The sheriff groans. “No, dumbass. We were talking about instafooding.”

  Aiden’s brows furl together. “What the hell is instafooding?”

  “I knew it wasn’t a
thing,” the sheriff barks at Gentry. “I knew you made that shit up.”

  Gentry snorts. “You caught me.” Then, he mouths to me, “Old man.”

  The sheriff tips his hat at me and then storms out of the coffee shop with a chuckling Gentry on his heels. As soon as they leave, Aiden turns the lock on the front door before switching the sign to closed.

  “What are you doing?” I ask in confusion.

  He prowls toward me and I find myself backing up into the back room. It doesn’t deter him and he stalks me. When my ass presses against a shelf, he crowds me, his strong body pressing against mine.

  I can’t breathe.

  My heart is racing out of my chest.

  Tilting up my head, I bravely look him in his eyes. “What are you doing?” I ask again, my voice breathy.

  “What are you doing?” he murmurs back, his hot breath mingling with mine.

  “I’m smashed against shelves by my employee,” I utter.

  “Do you like it?”

  My core throbs at his words. Of course I like it. He’s starred in more fantasies than I can count where we end up just like this in nearly all of them.

  “I’m married,” I choke out. As if I need to hear the words more than him.

  His gaze darkens. “Your marriage is in pieces.”

  I swallow, tears threatening. “Thanks for the reminder.”

  He grips my jaw and angles my head up. When his lips descend on mine, I put up no fight. In fact, I part my lips, anticipating a kiss I’ve only dreamed about lately. His kiss is soft at first, but then he seems to lose himself to hunger. I groan against his mouth as he devours me. He slides his palm down my throat and grips my breast over my apron. I let out a moan of appreciation. Then, his hand slides down my stomach. When he touches my pussy over my leggings, I hiss out a sharp breath.

  “Aiden,” I cry out.

  His mouth kisses a trail to my neck and then his teeth tug at my earlobe. “Yes, beautiful?”

  I melt at his husky words. “I…”

  “Are you asking me to stop?” he murmurs as he rubs at my clit through my clothes. “Or are you asking me to go?”

  My breath hitches and I dig my nails into his hard biceps. “I don’t know…”

  But when he starts to move his hand, I do know. I know without a shadow of doubt.