Page 3 of Forbidden Heroes

Clearly it’s a mistake that we share an apartment off campus. A small two bedroom with a barely-there kitchen and one bathroom. It is small but well-furnished and cozy, but I would have more privacy walking down Main Street of our little college town than with a roommate who notes my every move.

Eyes wide, I can only stare across the table at my friend for a long, drawn-out moment. “Okay,” I choke out and try to shove my utter embarrassment into a mental box, but the scarlet heat traveling up my neck to settle in my cheeks isn’t going away anytime soon. “I, uh, didn’t realize I was that loud but the fact still remains, both men are strictly off limits. And what can I say? I love a deep, sexy voice.” I wiggle in my seat and try for humor but Rosalee doesn’t buy it.

“Mm-hmm. Sure. Their voices. Like that’s all you like about them.” She gives me a long side eye. “Nothing to do with the bulge I see you staring at during Professor James’ classes? Too bad we don’t share Professor Riley’s class too. I bet you repeat your behavior there too.”

I pinch my lips closed.

“You know I’m right. What’s the worst that can happen? They tell you no? And sweetheart, let’s face it, your mom isn’t coming. We both know that. It’s the same every year. If you ask me, you’re lucky you could enroll at seventeen and get out of that house.” Rosalee’s mouth scrunches up into a pucker that said she was full of regret for saying something she knew hurt me.

I am fortunate. Good genetics and hard work landed me on Blackthorne’s doorstep a full year early. I reach out and take her hand. “But I can hope. We haven’t had a great relationship and I’m hoping we can kind of get a do-over. Maybe this new marriage of hers will settle her down a little. Robert seems nice enough.”

I glance at the clock and push my drink to the side. I’d been averaging four to five hours of sleep a night for the past several weeks. I had an early class before work and then more classes in the afternoon and that wasn’t including the hours of study time I needed. Spring break is just one long study period for me broken up by longer hours waitressing.

“I’m going to say it again. I dare you. Because I love you, girl. You are all about making everyone happy, not stirring any waters, following the rules. Fuck. The. Rules. You’ll die with a dildo between your legs as an old lady if you keep living this way.”

I snorted at the visual, but I couldn’t deny how my body burns with a hunger I cannot control and I constantly feel like I’m on edge. For the short time that we’ve been talking I can feel eyes track my every movement. It’s not an odd feeling, but I can sense the attention on every curve and dip on my body, and it causes a warm feeling to climb from my toes up my body and settle in my core.

My skin flushes and the intimate feeling the quiet attention fills me with makes me wonder if this game of looking and not touching will ever end.

The idea of taking my friend up on her dare sounds enticing.

Reality is a fickle bitch though, and I clear my throat before answering my friend. “You paint such a pretty picture, Rosalee.”

My friend dips a chip and crunches into the tasty treat. “I wish I had a mirror.”

I pull my gaze away from my entwined fingers on the tabletop and snort softly.

“I’m serious. You’re so damn hung up you’re going to die horny and alone. Because Lord knows I’ve tried to hook you up with plenty of men to no avail.”

I shudder at the memories and let my gaze slip back to the corner, and it takes all my willpower not to groan and do exactly what Rosa is pushing me to do.

“Take a risk, Em. For once do something for you. Slide into that red thong I saw you buy last month and I bet that’s already stuffed in the back of your underwear drawer forgotten. I’ll lend you a pair of my fuck-me heels that match and then the rest of that naughty one-nighter is all up to you.”

My skin prickles with an electrical heat her words cause and my nipples strain against the silk of my bra. I fold my arms over my breasts and I briefly regret wearing the thin, off-the-shoulder dress this early in the spring.

“And then what? Walk up his driveway, ring the bell and beg my much older history professor to use his teeth to pull off my thong, bend me over his couch and fuck me. And, oh, can his friend come to play too?” My own words make the silk between my thighs cling to my instantly drenched folds at doing exactly that.

I ignore the feel of my hot liquid wetting my inner thighs and throw a smirk at my friend like I’m not melting where I sit.

I have to admit, I want to hear where she imagines this going because I just might do it.

I press my thighs together at the thought of my professors’ huge, thick cocks prying my soft entrance open with their swollen cock heads and driving into my dick virgin pussy.

Man, if Rosalee could hear my thoughts. I laugh to myself.

The amount of willpower it takes to hold back a moan is worthy of a medal.

I bite my lip and shake my head at my own silliness, because really? What would two much older, much more experienced men like them want with an innocent girl like me?

Two

Emberly

Rosalee points a chip at me. “That sounds about right. You sass, but we’ve all heard the tantalizing and scandalous rumors about those two.”

It is true and I personally know them all too well. While I cram for exams and work long shifts at the local bistro, I hear whispers about how two professors like to share their women.

But no one ever steps up to confirm.

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