by J. L. Beck
The only thing that would change his mind would be the love a woman, and that woman was someone he would have to find all on his own.
“She’s mine, Luke, and I love her. If you say anything bad about her from this point onward there’s going to be a problem between us. You can be mad and hateful but don’t take it out on her.” I left it at that, knowing that one day, hopefully soon, he would find his forever the same way I had.
I just hoped she was strong enough to hold onto him and deal with his temper and mood swings.
“Leave me alone, and congratu-fucking-lations on your happily ever after. I’m glad you found the one.” He sneered and I wondered for a moment if I was losing my brother, or giving him a chance to find himself?
Chapter Eleven
Six Months Later
“Logan.” I moaned against his throat as he cradled me against his chest, his tongue scraping against the sensitive flesh of my throat. He still kissed me the same way he had the first time, with love and adoration, like I was his entire world.
The sound of the front door opening ended the moment between us. Logan’s deep breath’s fell against my neck and my eyes stayed glued to the front door where Luke came stumbling in. His eyes were glassy, and his features were angry. He looked like he had been at the bar all night drinking.
“Oh, you’re here again.” He sneered, slamming the door closed behind him. Ever since Logan and I had come clean about our feelings, Luke had become more distant and angry. The man that I first met was buried under some type of rage, a rage that neither Logan or I understood.
“Don’t be a dick, Luke. She has something important that she wanted to tell me so pull your head out of your ass.” Logan sounded more annoyed than he ever had, and this wasn’t the first time shit like this had happened.
I pulled away from Logan ever so slightly, my eyes slipping down to my stomach where our baby was now growing. I was only nineteen and we hadn’t been together that long but I didn’t care. I loved him, and he loved me and when you had those two things, that is all that mattered.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell…” I tried to speak but Logan gave me a look that said stop.
“What could little Ms. Perfect have to tell us? Huh?” Luke taunted, and for some reason, it made me angry. It made me furious that after six months he was still pissed that Logan and I were together. Now I had a baby growing inside of me, and I refused to let that type of anger surround us.
“I’m pregnant.” The words tumbled from my mouth without a thought of what may happen after they were said.
“What?” Both Logan and Luke said at the same time, their faces mirrors of one another’s. Shock forming on Luke’s seconds later, where Logan’s was pure excitement and love.
“I’m pregnant. A baby is growing inside of me, our baby.” I cupped the side of his cheek, staring deeply into his eyes.
“Oh fuck. I’m going to be a dad.” Excitement laced his words. “I…” Then worry seemed to take root. “Shit. I don’t know if I can handle this.” His eyes grew wide and I had to bring him back down to Earth and remind him that we could do this, we could do anything that we put our minds too.
“Shhh. I love you. You love me. This is our baby, and as long as we have each other then that’s all we need.” With a deep breath the worry and fear faded from his eyes. The sound of glass breaking pierced my ears, and my eyes lifted back to Luke’s. I could see the pain in his eyes, the anger, and rage. He wanted to be loved, and cared for, and when Logan and I had found our forever he lost it.
He needed his own forever, his own lover. Before Logan or I could even say another word he was gone, walking down the hall and to his bedroom, leaving us with the happy news.
“He’s hurting. “ Logan whispered against my chest. I nodded, knowing he was right, so fucking right but I had a way of fixing this. I could help. I knew I would never be able to give myself to him not as long as Logan was alive.
“I’ll fix this, baby, well fix this together,” I whispered back, wrapping both my arms around his head, allowing him to hear the beat of my erratic heart.
“I love you, and our unborn child.” I could feel his love in the words he spoke and knew I was truly loved.
Extra Credit
A Student/Teacher Romance
J.L. Beck
Chapter One
Ava
All I wanted was a passing grade. Was that really too much to ask? The question bounced around inside my brain. If Professor Caldwell had not been so gorgeous, I already would’ve told him to get bent especially after he told me that I would need extra credit if I had any chance of passing his class.
“Ava…” Carrie, my best friend, whisper-yelled two seats over from me. She was half the reason I was failing this class; that and Caldwell was a major distraction.
“Shhh.” I ignored her, keeping my eyes on the board in front of me, but mostly on Caldwell. He was a gorgeous specimen of a man, one that made my body clench in all the right spots. He should’ve been on the cover of magazines instead of standing in front of a classroom of junior college students.
“Ava Marie! Do not ignore me for Mr. Sex-On-A-Stick.” I smirked, unable to hold back the smile that she forced onto my face. I licked my lips, my eyes drifting over his toned body. What would he look like underneath those dress pants and button down shirt? Veins protruded from his arms where he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up. Fuck. I needed to get laid. I shouldn’t be imagining myself licking my professor’s forearm.
“Ava. Did you see that?” Carrie questioned, her voice getting louder as I continued to ignore her. More students started to get annoyed and looks of displeasure formed on their faces.
Great, she was going to get us kicked out of class again. I shook my head, gritting my teeth. I was going to have to tell her it was time to buckle down, that I literally couldn’t afford to fuck around anymore. Yeah college was supposed to be fun, but you also were supposed to be learning and growing up.
“Carrie. Ava. Is there something that you would like to tell all of us since you both can’t seem to keep your mouths shut today?” Caldwell’s eyes pierced mine. It took everything in me not to lick my lips in anticipation.
“No. Professor Caldwell.” I muttered under my breath dropping my eyes to the notebook in front of me. I didn’t like it when he looked at me with disappointment and I knew he would lecture me shortly when I was forced to ask him about extra credit for the class.
“Good.” He sneered, going back to writing on the board. As soon as I lifted my eyes they went to his ass. What was wrong with me? I was attracted to my professor, who was probably married and had kids. I was a bitch but even I didn’t cross those kind of lines.
The ten-minutes that were left of class seemed to drag on.
“I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas, and a Happy New Year.” Professor Caldwell announced, giving the cue that class was finally being let out. I sighed the air in the room growing hotter, as butterflies erupted in my stomach. The way the conversation went would determine my entire future.
Students scurried from the classroom and as I stood from my seat, Carrie did too. I could feel her nervous stare on me, why was she the one acting all nervous? She didn’t have to plead with a man that practically hated her, all for a decent grade.
“Miss Nickle’s you may wait out in the hall for Miss Marie if you would like.” My eyes caught on Caldwell’s, the heat in them causing goose bumps to erupt across my arms.
Suddenly my mind was drifting away from that grade I needed so badly and to the devilishly handsome man in front of me. Would he kiss me back if I kissed him? Would he fuck me if I begged and pleaded with him?
I shook my head, pulling myself from the imaginary land I just floated off to. My ears caught on his deep voice, “Ava, if you’re here for the extra credit, then you better get to talking. I have other things that I should be doing.”
I blinked, swallowing past the lump in my throat, as I descended the aud
itorium steps. Each step vibrating through me, as I kept my eyes trained on the floor, far to nervous to look him straight in the eyes.
I stopped a few feet from his desk, “I…” I swallowed again. “I need to take you up on that extra credit that you offered me a few weeks ago.” I hated feeling inferior to the opposite sex and this man made me feel that way. He looked down on me. Even if he was sexy as fuck while doing it, I still hated it, and wanted to slap the smirk right off his face.
He tapped his fingers against his desk, as he leaned on it. My eyes went to his hands. Long fingers, with a large palm, a palm that I could see landing on my ass over and over again as he slid deeply into my pussy.
Caldwell inhaled a deep breath, and as I lifted my eyes to his green ones I could see some type of internal struggle taking place.
His pink tongue darted out, slipping over his bottom lip. “While I would love to help you, Ava, I just can’t.” His words caused my heart to sink into my stomach.
Without thought, I separated the distance between us, my hands landing on the desk, praying they would keep my body upright.
“Professor Caldwell, I swear to you that I’ll try harder. I cannot fail this class…” My voice was panicky. What the hell would I do if I couldn’t get this figured out? If my parents found out about my failing grade, I would be screwed.
An amused expression developed on his face, which only seemed to worry me more. Was he not taking this seriously?
“I will do whatever you want. Whatever. You. Want. But I need to pass this class.” I was on the verge of tears. I couldn’t return home, not without a degree, not when my family was expecting me to be this straight A student, not when I was barely holding it together as it was.
“Sweet Ava….” The words he spoke were almost inaudible. He leaned into my face, our lips were so close that if I moved even an inch I would be kissing him.
“I gave you a chance to make things right. I reminded you that grades would be posted soon. I sent you an email. I did everything that I needed to do. Hell, I didn’t even have to offer you extra credit. Yet here you are begging me to give you something to do so you can earn that grade you so desperately need…”
I clenched my fists, the smug look on his face begging for me to smack it off.
“I will do anything.” I pleaded, not afraid to grovel at his feet if need be. He blinked at me with astonishment for second, his disheleved hair and sexy as sin face making it harder to concentrate on the task at hand.
“Anything?” Caldwell tipped his head at me, as if looking at me from a different angle would help him discover the answer to this problem.
I should’ve asked him then what it was he wanted me to do, but I didn’t. Instead I nodded my head yes, agreeing without thought to anything he wanted.
He smiled, and it wasn’t the simple ‘I’m happy’ kind. It was the kind that said you just made a deal with the devil, sweetheart.
He licked his lips and crooked his finger at me, beckoning me to come behind his desk. Fire filled my belly, burning into my veins. I took a step and then another until I was behind the desk.
“What… What do you want me to do?” I had to ask. I wanted to know, the question was burning a whole in my head.
“Take off your panties off.” It wasn’t a question, but a demand, and I couldn’t wash the look of shock that developed on my face away fast enough. I was speechless, and he didn’t seem a bit surprised by it.
“I don’t…” If all he wanted was my panties then I would give them to him, but what if he wanted more?
“If you want that A+ you’re going to have to do a whole lot more than give me dirty looks, and take off your panties.” His voice changed, a deep growl, erupting from within his chest. There was a possessiveness in his stare, one that all but said he was ready to devour me.
I looked over my shoulder at the door where Carrie was supposed to be waiting for me. What if she saw? Hell, what if someone else saw? My eyes darted back to Caldwell, his features were calm, and of course handsome as fuck. Morally, I didn’t think he saw anything wrong with this, why should I?
“Tick tock, Ava. Those panties aren’t going to remove themselves, are they?” I inhaled a deep breath, knowing the answer to all my problems was right in front of me. Professor Caldwell wanted me, and he didn’t just want me on a student/teacher level. He wanted my pussy, all while I was screaming his name.
“Yes, Mr. Caldwell.” I kept my voice neutral, even though excitement filled my veins. Slipping my hands under my black skirt, the hem of it rising as I gripped the sides of lace panties with both hands, I pulled them down my legs, slowly. I could feel the heat of his stare on my legs, and the anticipation building in my belly. What would happen between next?
My panties hit the floor, making hardly a sound, but the choice I had made resonated through me.
He plucked the panties up off the floor, bringing them to his nose. I could hear him inhale my scent. The entire thing was erotic as hell, and my pussy started growing wet just from watching him.
“I’ll give you a passing grade. Under one condition, Ava.” His eyes moved up and down my body. “You let me fuck that sweet pussy of yours.” I licked my lips. I was stupid, so fucking stupid for making a deal like this. Yet, against my morals, and better-judgement I said yes. The words wasn’t even completely out of my mouth and he was on me, owning me, possessing me, marking me as his own. His kiss had a bite to it, and his spicy scent was intoxicating. When we finally pulled away from each other, both of us out of breath, it dawned on me what I had just done.
I had made a deal with the devil himself and he was going to own me in the most immoral of ways.
Chapter Two
Andrew
There was something wrong with me. There had to be, there just wasn’t a legitimate excuse as to why I made the deal with Ava. My cock was hard as steel and the need to possess her right here on my desk was so consuming that I had to break the kiss, even if I didn’t want to.
“Come here, Ava.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was too deep, too turned on. Her soft doe eyes met mine. She looked like a bad decision wrapped up in a whole lot of temptation, and I wanted to taste that temptation. I wanted to fucking devour it.
She took a step forward, and then another, until she was directly in front of me. I itched to touch her creamy smooth thighs that peeked out at me from underneath that black skirt she was wearing.
“Where do you want me?” She asked, her voice almost submissive. I couldn’t help but smirk at her question, her eyes narrowing at my humor.
“I want you in a lot of places, darlin’, like on my cock while I’m throbbing deep inside your warm cunt, on my fingers while I’m pumping in and out of you, or even better, having your pussy sit on my face while I listen to you scream out my name over and over again.”
I could tell my words had an effect on her, almost the same type of effect that her mere presence had on me.
“You want all of that with me?” A warm blush formed on her cheeks and I took the moment to gently push her against the desk, her thighs resting on the edge of it, while I moved my chair, centering myself right in front of her.
“If only you knew the ways I want to possess you…” I gripped her by the hips firmly, scooting her ass onto the desk. A small gasp left her lips, which only fed the horny as hell beast inside of me.
“You’re my professor, though…” Her voice was weak. It was beyond noticeable how much she wanted this.
“I might be your professor, but I’m also male, and when I’m stuck in a room with a gorgeous, smart, sassy as fuck beauty like yourself, well, you can imagine how all of that makes me feel…” I needed to own her. To worship her body like no one else ever had. I would prove to her that no one would fuck her like I could. I couldn’t hold back anymore, especially knowing that her friend was waiting right outside the door.
I pounced like a man that was starved, craving so much more than I had ever had. My lips pressed against Ava
’s and my body went into sensory overload. A shock of pleasure went down my spine, hitting me right in my ball sac, making my knees weak, and my head spin.
A sexy moan filled the air, and I wondered for a second if it came from me, until I realized that Ava was wrapping both her arms around my neck, pulling my body flush to hers.
“You’re so sexy…” I mumbled, which gave her the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth. Her sweet and sultry taste flicked against my tongue, as we possessed each other’s mouths. Ava’s nail dug into my shoulder blades harshly, the pain only adding to the pleasure that filled my veins.
I needed more. I wanted more. I pulled from her touch, forcing her hands from around my neck. I needed to taste her, really taste her. With a smirk on my face, I placed a hand against her shoulder, gently nudging her backwards onto my desk. She complied, leaning back onto her elbows, as my hands landed on her knees.
Easy, Andrew.
As badly as I wanted her, I needed to take it easy. I had one chance to show her the ways I would possess her.
I looked up into her beautiful blue eyes, eyes that reminded me of the color of the ocean. There was nothing but trust lingering in them, so I made my next move, rolling forward in my chair all while spreading her knees apart.
Holy fuck.
My heart was beating out of my chest, as I caught a glimpse of her pussy in the dim lighting. Gently I lifted her skirt, the material bunching up by her waist, revealing a cleanly shaven pussy.
My fingers dug into her thighs, the raw need to possess her was overwhelming me. All I could see was her. All I could feel was her. All that mattered was her.
“Ahhh.” The sweetest sigh known to man-kind came out of her mouth, just as I my finger traced her lips and the seam of her pussy. Unable to help myself, I slipped a digit deep inside her, my body shaking with need as I pumped in and out of her. Ava moaned loudly, her legs spreading wider, as her knees fell to the sides.
