Page 12 of Forbidden Heroes

Small pools of light dot the otherwise deserted park, revealing we are alone.

Elliot throws the car into park and presses the emergency brake.

“What were you thinking, Emberly?” Elliot bursts the silence from the ten-minute drive over here. He’s turned in the driver’s seat and pissed off.

Emberly’s face seems to drop and her shoulders slump. Still clutching my hand, Emberly squeezes my fingers. “Tone it the fuck down, man. You’re scaring her.”

Elliot’s eyes dart to mine and I can physically see him reeling his anger and fear back into check.

Frowning, he turns back to Emberly and tries again. “I don’t care how small and comfortable this small town feels, a woman like you should not be out in the street walking alone. Especially at this hour. You wouldn’t do it New York City, so don’t do it here.”

I smirk at the stony gaze she hits Elliot with and sit back to watch the show. There’s one thing Elliot tends to forget about our girl. She might be shy, but she’s not afraid to give a piece of her mind.

She shakes her head, her eyes glued to Elliot’s. “Woman like me?”

“Yes. You’re so fucking beautiful you don’t even know it. You don’t even try and it glows around you like a God damn beacon every guy within a twenty-mile radius can detect. Trust me. You draw everyone to you. I half believe it’s why ninety percent of the male student body in my class has seen a drop in grades. They can’t concentrate with you there. God, you’re hell on a man’s cock and senses, woman. Men of less caliber than Sam and I wouldn’t hesitate to take —”

Elliot cuts off abruptly, his gaze flickering over Emberly’s tight expression like he couldn’t believe she didn’t see what they both saw. “I’m glad you know how to defend yourself, sweetheart, but tonight could have turned out far worse had that dickwad’s friends wanted to join him.”

That made the color leach from her face.

“Jesus, how about adding a layer or two of some lube on your dose of reality before you shove it down her throat, man,” I snarl at him.

Our years of friendship have survived harsher so I don’t hold back. He never could handle fear for his loved ones getting hurt which tells me a lot about what he is feeling right now.

“Shit, Emberly, I’m sorry. It’s just?—”

“What Elliot is saying is true, sweetheart. He’s just having a hard time expressing himself with his foot in his mouth.” The fuck you look he pings me with makes Emberly smile.

“I’m sorry, honey, Don’t think I’m a dick I just… I said it the only way you can when it comes to your safety. It’s not a joke to me.”

“You’re right, Professor,” Emberly cuts in, reaching out for Elliot’s hand while holding mine.

She turns those tender green eyes on me and I take a deep breath to steady the roar of blood in my ears. Fuck, she is insanely tempting. And so damn innocent. Seeing signs of tears in her eyes fucking cuts me down at the knees.

“You both are. It’s just, well, I’m used to taking care of myself and walking home shouldn’t be such a big deal. But tonight…” She cocked her head and stared at the moon through the sunroof for a moment and we sat there for a couple of seconds while she gathers her words. “Tonight is the first time I didn’t feel safe. Until you both stepped in, I ugh—” She takes her bottom lips between her teeth. “I’ve never had someone so concerned over me. I usually walk home with my friend but she’s headed back to her family in Cali and well it was only three blocks. I didn’t give it a second thought.”

“You didn’t give your safety a second thought? Maybe that spanking is in order after all, Sam.”

I don’t think my dick can get any harder and then he goes and says shit like that while she chews on her lip. I reach for my hard length and adjust the zipper from biting into flesh.

Her eyes take in every movement and I see the sharp breath she takes lodge in her throat, and the soft groan she emits has my eyes jerking to hers.

“From here on out you don’t walk home.”

My voice is gravelly, strained. Elliot’s is no better.

“Not when you have us.”

Her eyes widen with surprise. “Yeah, I can’t do that. How would that look? Me showing up in your car in the morning and then both of you taking me home in the evening. The rumors that come with that will slap a label on my ass for sure. I’m not a teacher’s pet. But thank you anyways. I’m sure you don’t need to add any more fuel to the pretty detailed rumors flying around about you two anyways. But that’s none of my business. I should be saying thank you for tonight. I’m not sure how I can repay you for stepping in when you did.”

Oh shit. Horror stories of this kind of unorthodox behavior should be enough to have us straightening out her dress, sitting her in the back seat—alone—and dropping her off at her apartment. End of story.

Had we not talked about this exact moment and what we would not do?

Hell yes.

We had both been clear. We would not touch her, lick her sweet nectar off her body like the little innocent goddess that she is, kiss her and fucking lose our shit, and we sure the hell would not claim any virgin part of her in the back seat of a car.

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