“Well, I do.” I don’t lose the attitude, even though every sign points to danger up ahead if I don’t. Fuck, it’s thrilling, though. Just as thrilling as being on the ice.
Luke helps me into my jacket, basically re-collaring me as my skin burns with the heat of his gaze.
“Careful, princess. I’ll admit to having a soft spot for you, but it has limits. Bratting comes at a cost.”
My pulse hammers. I nod quickly. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Fuck. My knees almost buckle.
He pushes the hair off my forehead, pressing his lips there. A sheen of warmth spreads through my body. The combination of strict and sweet has me on cloud fucking nine.
“To class, McKinnon, and make sure you’re on time for office hours.”
I stagger out the door with a hard cock and my pride in shambles. Know what? Don’t even give a fuck. He can have it all.
The rest of the day is smooth sailing. Wow, didn’t know how many knots my stomach was tied in until Luke untied them.He took over. Took the decision out of my hands. I guess I still have to break it to the guys that the paintball wars are off—that’s not gonna be fun—but I’ll switch gears to a more diplomatic solution.
As relaxed as I was, an idea came to me that I think’ll work. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner, to be honest. The guys should be able to help me fine-tune it.
There’s only enough time for me to go home, change, and grab something to eat before I have to be back for office hours. Looking forward to those. Maybe the asshole will finally fucking kiss me. Or rail me. I’ll take either at this point.
I’m filling a sports bottle with electrolytes when I hear Bender call from the living room.
“Dude, shit. Come see this. They’re flooded.”
“What?” I wander into the living room. Shep’s awfully close to Bender for a guy who’s always annoyed with him.
“Beta Sigma,” Shep says. “Their frat house is fucking flooded. Someone posted all about it on the campus social page. Dayum. That’s gonna keep’em busy for a while. If they don’t dry that out properly, there’s gonna be mold and irreparable damage.”
I blink. “How did that happen?”
“A hose through the window, left on all day. Or well, since some time this morning.”
Sometime this morning, eh? My heart does a weird little stutter. “Who would do that?”
Bender shrugs. “Who wouldn’t? Everybody hates them.”
Yeah. Everyone. It totally wasn’t a werewolf-shaped English professor who probably looked totally hot pulling off that kind of heist.
“You don’t think it’ll get pinned on us?”
“They’ll want to, but we all have alibis. We were all in class. Fuck, I wish it had been one of us,” Bend says, leaning back into Shep.
I look around for Huddy. Where’s Huddy been these days?
“Yeah. We have alibis. Let’s hope the court of public opinion accepts that.”
I don’t bother knocking, striding in with the full knowledge that he went to war for me. I’m a little high off the feeling, which is probably why I think it’s a good idea to walk straight up to him, wait until he turns in his chair, and straddle his lap. Now that I’m this close, with him looking all big and scary and like he might spank my ass, I have regrets. Why do I feel the need to tempt fate with him on a regular basis?
Oh, right. He flooded a fucking frat house for me. My goddamn hero.
He’s sweaty again from his workout. I’d suck his sweaty cock, proof that being constantly horny is making me lose my mind. Instead, I take a giant inhale, and yeah, he’s ripe alright. But I love it. I want him all over me.
I need help.
He stares at me, unsure if he should push me off or turn me over his knee. His hands make their way around the back of me, digging into my ass. His legs spread enough to readjust me. This must be a new chair. He doesn’t have to squish into it anymore. And fuck, all he’s wearing are a pair of sweatpants—thin, wet, sweatpants—and a gray cotton t-shirt.
