Page 11 of Forbidden Heroes

Five

Samuel

I’m utterly mesmerized by the curious hunger in her eyes.

She screams innocence and I know we walked into trouble the second Elliot spotted that Thomas dickwad dude getting more than just fresh with Emberly.

He didn’t ask if we should step in, didn’t give the consequences a second thought. Elliot just plowed out of the pub and drove his fist into the jock’s face.

I would have done the same had he not been the one closest to the door as we settled our tab.

Elliot climbs into the driver’s seat and I slide in beside Emberly. She’s clutching the ends of her dress like it has all the answers to all the puzzling feelings she has running through that tight little body of hers.

She might have all the bravado her age affords, but her inexperience shines through and it calls to a side of me I have no place listening to. It’s what attracted us to her since day one in the first place.

We are not the only ones. Other professors and even the dean of the university has eyed her tight, pert little ass and cute dimples.

Beside me I peer down at the barely legal woman biting at her lip, and I can’t remember the last time a woman tasted so good and I want more. Hell, I’m surprised Elliot and I withheld this long. Three years is a long fucking time to want a woman, but we both agreed to keep our hands off.

Pouty lips, perfect fuckable body, a sweet heart and a brilliant mind. She is our wish-list girl and tastes like the sweetest forbidden fruit.

She might be wrong to want, but she’s right for us. How the hell are we supposed to walk away from that? Her soft, tender sounding voice has my blood roaring and my naturally protective nature rearing up.

And her touch. Slight, unsure yet hot to my skin has my dick standing at attention. I can hear her across the hall, scent her delicate perfume as she makes her way to one class or another and I have the same reaction. I have no idea how either of us actually formulates sentences that make a lick of sense with her sitting in the front row five days a week.

We always knew we’d end up wanting the same woman and we were all right with that then and still are today. But I know Elliot and know he’ll fight this every step of the way. More so if he’s feeling the same level of rightness I am in having her so close.

Seeing her full of fear tonight and no one there to stand up and defend her brought about a savage need I’ve never felt before I touched her for the first time tonight.

She did a damn good job of defending herself, but part of me seethes with anger that we couldn’t do it for her. A possessive streak ignites in me and roars for me to wrap her in my arms and never let another bad thing near her again. I imagine waking to her kind smile and her sweet body between us every morning and a wild, raw need awakens. My balls draw up tight, and I can feel hot cum slip from the head of my dick, wetting my boxers.

I peer out the window and watch the town slip by as we pass her apartment complex. From the corner of my eye, I see her look of confusion but lack of desire to question where we are taking her.

I scrub a palm down my face. So damn fucking trusting. Her innocence is adorable and dangerous. She basically screams to be taken advantage of. Shit. Maybe Elliot is right. I’m letting my dick do all the thinking.

She reaches out and slips her soft, delicate hand into my much larger one and raises her gaze to mine like she wants to ask me something. Right now I’d pour out my soul, my darkest desires and biggest fears just to have her eyes on me and see her smile again. I’d tell her how our first kiss was the hottest, most explosive I’ve ever had just as I imagined it would be. Then I’d whisper in her ear that I couldn’t wait to do it again. She’d blush a pretty pink shade when I tell her the taste of her juices left me craving more. But what would really blow her mind is a truth I didn’t know until her tongue wrapped around mine and her body fit so perfectly between Elliot and me. That nothing in this world felt as right or so totally good than when she had her legs wrapped around Elliot, his cock pressed against her core and her lips on mine. My cock throbs from the look of hunger in her eyes.

All she would have to do is ask. I’d be unable to refuse her now no more than I could back in the parking lot.

Instead she pulls her lip between her teeth, turns away, and the moment is lost beneath a look of uncertainty.

For the better, I guess.

But seeing that troubled look in her eyes has my blood boiling all because of that fucking dickwad, Thomas. The only thing keeping me from dropping her off at her place and hunting down the little shit is the fact that she needs us. Not that she’s said it in so many words, but her body is doing all the talking. Tonight we can erase the bad memory of the asshole jock and replace it with something good.

Locking eyes with my friend in the rearview, I know he can read my thoughts with a simple chin nod. Between us that’s all it takes. We met in college and formed a quick friendship over late night cramming sessions and our passion for football. Elliot could have made it to the top with his football scholarship and landed in the NFL. We both could have but life had different plans for us. Elliot decided a low-key life was more his speed when his father passed and left his younger sister in his care and I went for the military. The uniforms are better and what can I say? I love my country. Four years felt like a long time and snap of the fingers all at once. When I completed my service, it felt natural to take up the family business and became a professor in history and foreign affairs like my parents. Elliot helped me land my first job at Blackthorne University, and we picked our friendship up right where it left off before I went to war.

Then like now, finding a woman who likes our special brand of kink isn’t hard if we wanted to go looking. I’ll be the first to admit the urge has been long gone for a while now and if I were to line up the dates I know for a fact it would coincide with the day Emberly Kennedy entered our lives. I know my buddy well enough to know it is the same for him.

This town is big enough where we can have our selection of woman when we want a night out. Plus, every classroom is filled with women willing to drop their panties for a good grade and favor with their professors. Neither option attracts us. Especially the student route.

Until her.

Neither Elliot nor I are deaf to the rumors that we sleep with our students, but the fact is they aren’t true. After we turned down a particularly beautiful but pushy brunette a year back, the rumor train started. Yeah, not hard to connect the dots there. It didn’t take long before the dean’s ears pricked up and he started asking questions. I’m not entirely certain he believes our innocence but up until tonight, our hands have never touched a student.

Now I don’t think I can stop.

Elliot finds a quiet place in the small park situated a short distance between both our houses. When we have a late night, we meet up and use the track to blow off some steam.

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