To One Hundred (#dirtysexygeeks #1)

by Melissa Blue

  His brother was still laughing at him when he left for the second time. Unfortunately, Eva closely followed on the stairs, fully dressed.

  “I need my other shoe.”

  She wasn’t quite meeting his eyes. He said, “It’s come to my realization I live in a frat house.”

  She jerked one shoulder. “I could have told you that yesterday.”

  He grasped her arm. He’d taken her shoe because there was a lot they had needed to talk about. “I’ll get your sandal, but know this thing with my brother is just between him and me. Don’t feel like you have to stay away.”

  Her worried expression turned contemplative. “And everything else?”

  “What else is there?”

  She scoffed, sounding annoyed. “You’re my teacher.”

  “Only for five weeks now.”

  “Fine. For the next five weeks we’re walking on very thin ice. Uncomfortable and trigger-y ice.”

  That he didn’t like and he shifted back a step. “You want to keep us a secret?”

  She cringed. “Discreet. I’m covering the very last of my GE with your course, but in the fall all of my classes will be specialty courses. Our paths won’t cross as often. Hell, I probably won’t even see a Freshman, much less have someone remember me from your class. I just…I don’t want this to be like before where things go to shit. This is my home now. It’s yours, too.”

  Again he couldn’t lie to comfort her. Shit could hit the fan and blow back at them both. Eventually he’d go for his Ph.D. Did he really want to be known for fucking his students?

  “Five more weeks, Eva. After that I can’t make any promises.”

  “I walk to school. If I’m going to your house I’ll just meet you here and vice versa. Also, stop looking at me during class.”

  Shit. He’d thought he had been covert, but how could he not look at her? She was beautiful to him. “Only if you don’t wear low-cut shirts. It distracts me.”

  “It’s hot outside. And I’m way in the back of the class. You can’t even see my cleavage.”

  She had blushed and he loved it. “Doesn’t stop me from trying. Hence the distraction.”

  “I’m being serious, Grady.”

  He smiled. “So am I.”

  She shook her head and then laughed. “Fine. You can look at me.”

  He wasn’t so idealistic to believe this agreement would be easy. Definitely didn’t offset the unease. He didn’t do secret affairs. Either you were with him or not. Take on the consequences head on. He didn’t half-commit and neither should his partner.

  But this…complicated. He sighed. “Come here.”

  Without another direction she pressed against him, and kissed him hard enough he reconsidered ever handing over her shoe.

  When she pulled away her cheeks glowed. “It’s just a couple of weeks, Grady.”

  The shadows in her eyes had taken over again and that dug in his gut. “Yeah,” was all he said.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Eva’s phone vibrated and she tensed in her kitchen chair. Was it finally her sister? Lauren had been ignoring her, and it was wearing her nerves thin. They hadn’t talked in weeks, and, yet, she didn’t want to be the peacemaker. Again. Bracing herself, she picked up her phone.

  What are you doing?

  Eva smiled at the text message. Her history textbook and at least three reference texts covered the small space. Outside of class she hadn’t really seen Grady in a week. It was killing her.

  You spell out your words. lol

  Y wldn’t eye?

  That was immediately followed by:

  Jesus¸ I can’t take it. Why wouldn’t I?

  She snorted, not surprised at all. I do, too. Anyway, my prick of a teacher assigned at least twenty hours of work. I’m going to despise him from afar.

  Should have taken better notes instead of checking out your teacher’s ass.

  Unease skittered over her emotions at the thought of making a joke that he should come over to help with homework. The words were an innocent thing to utter, no truth to them. Hell, already it felt like a small miracle to joke about this much without a greasy roll in her stomach.

  She’d given Grady the cliff notes about her previous affair, but he was smart enough to fill out the full picture. There were perks to sleeping with your professor. More so when sleeping with an older man who didn’t have the same hang-ups about sex, life in general.

  Turned out Aiden had been the scum of the earth.

  She pushed out a breath. Grady wasn’t him. He’d respected every boundary she’d drawn since the first time they’d talked online. And, God, she’d missed him this week. Work had gotten in the way, too. She had three projects and links to update. The latter had taken up most of their time away from each other. So she felt no guilt when she replied.

  I’m in the mood for Firefly.

  Be there in ten minutes.

  She pushed away the homework, threw popcorn into the microwave and went to the bathroom for a quick ho’ bath—only hitting the highlights since she’d already showered that afternoon. By the time she’d changed into a short dress, sans underwear, Grady was knocking.

  At the door she flipped her head down, roughed up her hair with her fingers and then stood upright, letting it fall back in messy waves. Braless, short dress and tousled hair…Check, check, check. She opened the door and her smile widened. He’d worn shorts with an expandable waist, sandals and a shirt. No glasses at all. They both had easy access in mind.

  “Hey,” she said and did her best not to jump him on her stoop.

  The way his eyes lit he was probably thinking the same. “Did you spend the last ten minutes throwing all your junk into a closet somewhere?”

  “No. My place usually looks like this.”

  She glanced around her apartment to see just how messy she’d left it. Not too bad. Decorating was important. Eva needed to make her apartment a home and not just a resting spot. Her one-time therapist had told her a home, roots, was harder to leave behind.

  So when they’d moved here, Eva had bought prints of her favorite fandoms, Firefly winning hands down, and plastered them in frames and hung them on her walls. So the living room had a mixture of reds, browns and oranges. A startling sight unless you were a fan. And Grady would know every Easter Egg she’d placed on her entertainment center and her end tables.

  His eyes were bright when he muttered, “Shiny place you have.”

  Her face heated with a blush at the subtle compliment. “Thank you.” She worried her lip for a moment, because seeing him reminded her of everything that had happened for the past month. “Have you talked to Wade again?”

  He lifted a brow at the question. “We have our moments, but we’re brothers. So yeah. He’s been by and we’ve talked.”

  We’re brothers. And, yet, Lauren hadn’t replied to that single text Eva had sent. Once again she couldn’t help but compare their lives.

  But Grady was here, looking relaxed and sexy. Smelling delicious. And he liked her apartment.

  She asked, “What are we starting with? The beginning? Our favorite episodes?”

  He rounded her couch and sprawled on it. His heated stare connected with hers. “Depends on how long I’m staying.”

  The homework wasn’t due until Monday. She—they had time. “I know it’s almost sacrilegious to say, but I can skip ‘Serenity.’”

  He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know if this relationship will work anymore.”

  “It was dense,” she said in her defense. “Too dense and clunky. And…ugh.”

  He continued to shake his head as she cued up Netflix. Yes, she owned the DVDs, but the less she played them the longer they’d last. She paused before cueing up the second episode of the season first.

  He made no complaints while his hand wandered down then up her arm, along her throat and ear. By the time the third episode rolled its credits every inch of skin felt alive, sensitive to even a brush of air from her AC.

  Her breathing
was unsteady. “We can skip to ‘Our Mrs. Reynolds.’”

  He turned his head and whispered in her ear, “‘…the wife shall open to the man as the furrow to the plow and he shall work in her, in and again…’”

  His words didn’t turn her on, but the way he’d said them did. His voice deep and gritty. And maybe it had a little to do with the fact he’d dropped his hand to her lap, running his fingertips up and down her thigh. Every now and again his caress would push the dress up higher. Another episode and he’d find her without panties. That would end the game of touch and turn it into something else.

  She had to push out words instead of the moan crawling up her throat. “So that means we’re skipping?”

  “Yeah.” His mouth feathered over the shell of her ear.

  Not wanting to make this harder than it needed to be, she tilted her head. “Then we can watch ‘Trash.’”

  He nipped her lobe. “Sounds good.”

  His hand crept up and she threw her leg over his thigh to make that easy for him too. Grady chuckled then kissed her neck. She closed her eyes on a sigh. For a week she hadn’t experienced the touch of his lips on her skin, and she’d fought the urge to climb the walls. How in the hell had they survived four months? Could she ever go back to a life without him in it?

  He slid his hand up her torso and cupped her breast. She moaned. Probably not. He swept his thumb over her hardening nipple. “How can you watch with your eyes closed, Eva?”

  She laughed at his playful tone and opened her eyes. “Something’s distracting me.”

  He whispered in her ear, “I can stop.”

  “I can choke you if you do.”

  “Might like it,” he murmured.

  And she melted because Grady was a dirty little fuck and she loved it. Once again though, he was in control. She pushed his hand away and straddled his lap. He didn’t look too torn up about her choice. His face had flushed and all his attention focused on her.

  Also, didn’t take him long to discover her bare beneath the dress. He hissed out a breath, tracing his fingers down the crease of her ass.

  She shivered, bringing her mouth down to his. He teased the tight star before reaching down farther. She couldn’t stop the second tremble. Still he was in control. She lifted and tugged down his shorts.

  “Tell me you came over with—”

  “Pocketful,” he answered.

  She dug around, making sure to stroke him a time or two before pulling out the pocketful of condoms he had. She laughed and kissed him harder. “You totally planned to take sexual advantage of me.”

  “Now you’re making me wait.” He looked up into her face. His eyes were hard but his mouth soft.

  What was it about sex that turned him into this man? Hard jawline, sultry eyes and part primitive male. His caresses along her ass remained gentle but that would end soon if she kept teasing him—that always drove him wild. He turned his head into the crook of her neck and that shift began as his soft nips transformed into breath-stopping bites. There would be bruises. Her hands shook from the anticipation of seeing them later, remembering how he’d marked her once again, this time no shower would wash away the evidence.

  He put his hands over hers. “Let me help you. You’re shaking.”

  She pressed a kiss to his brow, placing her palms on his shoulders. He gripped his cock in one hand and used the other to guide her down onto his lap. They both gasped when he entered her but he wasted no time to pull at the top of her dress. She lifted her hips, rolling them just enough to drive them both crazy. Heat slid down her spine when he sucked hard on her nipple.

  “Grady, I love your mouth.”

  He gripped her waist and slammed her down harder. Bracing her hands on the back of the couch, she matched his frenzied tempo. Her pussy started to quicken, already. Less than two minutes in. Even alone with her hand, knowing every secret spot that drove her wild, it took more time.

  He threw his head back, his lids low. “Fuck me just like that.”

  Her ass slapped against his shorts since they’d never fully taken them off. A tremor dug deeper and she began to shake as the orgasm gripped her.

  “Come on my dick, Eva. Just like that.”

  And it was all him, sliding her up and down his dick. Rock hard and slick from her pussy. Effortlessly lifting her even when her legs gave out and she pressed her face into his neck.

  His voice came out like a growl. “You made me so wet. I’m going to make you come again and again until I’m drenched.”

  And if he kept talking to her like that, she would. She leaned back and kissed him, her hair brushing along his face. He gripped her ass, urging her to keep moving.

  “A moment,” she said against his mouth.

  “So fucking wet.”

  As though her hips had a mind of their own, she rocked against him. His eyes weren’t dark enough, hungry enough. So she rolled into the next thrust. A deep rumble vibrated up his throat. The sound made her toes curl.

  She sat down, taking him as deep as he could reach and ground against him, fucking him hard and slow. His fingernails bit into her ass.

  And finally, Grady lost control. He muttered a long stream of curses, shuddering beneath her. The hotly whispered words brushed against her mouth and then her smile. Her swollen clit rubbed against him and that made her clench around his cock tight.

  “Eva. Oh, God. Fuck me.”

  She switched back to the fast tempo. He was lost, his gaze hazy. Just when she was sure he couldn’t take anymore she stopped fighting back her own need to come. She let herself tense and tremble, knowing he’d feel it all, love it and come with her.

  He buried his face in her breasts, growing still as she worked them both. The heat of him and the moment flashed through her and she cried out his name.

  She didn’t know how much time passed as they sat there just breathing and trembling, but he had started to kiss his way up her collarbone, her neck, then he fisted his hand in her hair, dragging her mouth to his. She lifted a little from his lap, trying to crawl into him. Jesus. She couldn’t get enough.

  A corner of his mouth lifted. “You taste like sweat.”

  He was going to talk dirty to her again. She couldn’t take it, not yet. “Shhh.”

  “I want you to taste like me.”

  Heat rushed to her face so she tried to joke. “But if we do that, we’ll miss the rest of Firefly.”

  Before she could blink, he had her back flat against the couch. She glanced down and could see it wasn’t all talk during sex. She’d left him wet. Embarrassed, she glanced away. It was then something about him dawned on her.

  “You don’t like losing control, do you?”

  He knelt between her legs, spreading her. “I told you, we all have our own shit.”

  “Why?”

  He pressed his thumb to her clit. She jolted and then moaned. “Questions later,” he said before bending between her legs.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Hours later, she was back at her kitchen table as Grady slept on the couch, naked. She rolled her shoulders, checking her phone. Still no word from Lauren. She chewed on the end of her pen. Asking “what harm could it do to call?” was stupid, but her brain never got the memo to let shit go.

  And maybe a very small part of her was envious of Grady and Wade’s relationship. Were the brothers at odds? Hell, yes. But…their argument felt different somehow. A we’ll-agree-to-disagree kind of thing.

  Despite everything her and her sister had done and said over the years, Eva still wanted that. She had to believe they could have that kind of relationship if they worked at it. Wade was no more of a jerk than Lauren. Actually, Wade probably had her sister beat in that department and still the brothers made the relationship work.

  She glanced at Grady sound asleep, face down, bare ass just out there and completely comfortable in her home. And she was completely comfortable with him being naked on her couch and asleep. So maybe they had begun tentatively online, but something so much
deeper had happened since, adding layers to their earlier conversations. What they had wasn’t tawdry.

  Pulling her phone closer, she debated with herself another moment, but at the end of the day, Lauren was her sister. And it felt wrong being at odds for this long. They hadn’t talked for two weeks. She wanted to mend fences. Eva wanted her family.

  Eva thumped her head on the kitchen table then picked up her phone.

  Three long rings later her sister answered, “Eva.”

  This was a bad idea. If the cold front chilling the phone was any indication. “Haven’t heard from you. I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

  Silence, then, “You told me we were done.”

  She had, but sisters fought. They made up. And it was different because for a long while all they had were each other. “When has that ever stopped you?”

  Lauren was quiet for a moment. “I love you, Eva.”

  Her brows rose, shocked at the words. “I love you, too.”

  “I know I’m not a walk in the park. I just want what’s best for you.”

  And there it was, the reason Eva shouldn’t have called. Her sister had a single vision of what that could possibly mean. Grady wouldn’t be anywhere near that vision. “I want to believe that, Lauren.”

  “But you don’t,” her sister said, her words sounding taut. “So why did you call?”

  “I missed you.” Or did she just miss the sister she wanted, not the one she had? Eva wished she could answer that. “I want us to work on our relationship. Start small. Coffee?

  “Coffee?”

  “Yes.”

  Her sister sighed. “I’ve missed you too. Do you remember when we used to pay for one movie and then just see everything in the theater? God, it was so illegal, but we didn’t care. We’d take turns getting refills on popcorn. Sometimes bribing people if we thought the workers were getting suspicious.”

  A reluctant smile broke out. “It’s how we managed to see the Matrix ten times.” She chuckled. “Mom was horrified and stopped giving us money to go.” Warmth slid into her stomach, thinking back. “So, coffee? It’s totally legal and we won’t risk going to jail just to bond.”