Page 69 of Classroom Confessions

I’d expected Dean Scott to take drastic measures. I should be relieved that he’s letting me off this easy. Moving across the country was no big deal to a lot of people. It was a huge thing for me. I’d be leaving behind everyone I knew.

“I’m not going.” I tightened my hold on Fitz but lowered him to the floor when he stiffened against me. “I’m staying here. Whatever happens, I’m not leaving you. Any of you.” Against everything that told me to be meek and look away, I met them head on. “What I did was wrong. I never should have published the story without letting you look at it first. I can take it down.” I took a step and stretched out my hands for the computer.

David set it aside. “You don’t have to take it down.” He knocked his elbow into Ethan’s and sat forward. “Right?”

He and Cole nodded together. “There’s nothing too incriminating in your work. It’s a good story.”

Ethan was the one I worried about the most, and of course he stayed quiet the longest. I swore I felt my heart crawl out of my chest and into my throat. Every beat thudded. At least the headache fled a few minutes ago.

“Everything happened so fast.” I rubbed my forehead. “I feel like I never had a chance to think it all through. Which is a shit excuse.” I held up a hand to stop anyone from saying it. “But I can tell you for sure that I don’t want to go to another college, especially one across the country. I refuse.” I’d do anything to make sure I stayed here. My babies would not grow up without their fathers.

My grandfather clock drummed out the time in a series of loud bongs.

Ethan set his elbows on his knees and propped his chin on his knuckles. “We’ll fight for you, Rebecca. For our right to stay together.”

I didn’t deserve the second chance, but I sure as shit planned on taking it. Crossing the room, I sank to my knees in front of Ethan and gripped his forearms. “I can fight too. I can prove to you that I never meant any harm.” I reached for David. “I never meant to hurt you. Any of you.” I’d published that story with Ethan’s character as the focus because it was the kind of story that demanded I write it. I’d never felt one that powerfully before. Telling them all that made it feel like I wanted to justify my actions. It changed nothing.

“You wrote some pretty… demanding things in there.” Cole poked a finger at the computer still in David’s lap. “The kind of things I’ve been dreaming of every night since you walked into my classroom.”

Ethan’s lip twitched like he was fighting back a smile. “You really want all three of our cocks in your pussy?”

The shock of his words rocketed through me, and damned if I could stop myself from smiling at all of them. “Think you can manage it?”

“Oh, I’m sure we can.” Ethan shot a look at David, then Cole. “We might need a little foreplay first.”

“Or a lot.” David set the computer on the side table beneath the lamp and closed the screen. “Ethan mentioned tying you up. I’d like to see that.”

Oh, shit. They were talking my kind of love language, a language I had no idea I understood until I met Ethan. “You know, I always thought I was the old-fashioned type.” I waved a hand at the shelves on the back wall where my antique typewriters sat on display. “But I think I like this kinky shit.” I palmed Ethan’s knees and pushed them wide. His elbows fell off his knees and he ran his hands through my hair when I lowered my head toward his crotch. “Tie me up. Spank me if you want. Fuck me until I scream so loudly the neighbors will think I’m being murdered. I don’t care what you do to me because I’m going to love every minute of it.”

“You should not have admitted that to me.” Ethan growled low and deep, the sound vibrating across the room and sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m not into gags and full on BDSM, but I will spank that ass.”

“Is that a promise?” I unfastened his button and zipper and slid his rock-hard cock free. Saliva pooled in my mouth as the promise of what would happen next rose up, pushing me up and over him. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked.

“Damn it, Rebecca.” He bucked his hips upward, driving himself deep into my mouth. “God, I don’t want you to move, but we have to get you to the bedroom unless you want it right here on the couch.”

I raised my head just long enough to smile and lick his shaft from base to tip before I swirled my tongue over the head and bobbed onto him again.

“Bedroom.” David stood. “We have more room in there, and as sexy as it is to watch her blow you, I want to touch her.” He helped me to my feet.

I kept my mouth on Ethan as long as I could and released him with a Pop. “Show me what you want to do to me.” I fisted his shirt and pulled him behind me as David led the way to my bedroom. Someday, we needed to figure out living arrangements, or would we all keep paying rent on separate places? That was a problem for future Rebecca. All this one cared about was getting her freak on with three men and having the best orgasm of her life.

Cole moved furniture around in the bedroom, shoving the chairs back where they’d been and throwing pillows into the center of the bed.

“Where’s your little friend?” Ethan hiked a brow as he pulled me in for a kiss. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck and squeezed. “What have you done with your dildo?”

My breath hitched at the way he watched me. There was something predatory in the look, that dark and feral part of him that I loved bringing to the surface. “It’s in the box under the bed.” I tipped my head and kissed him. “Along with a few other things.”

His cock jumped against my stomach. He deepened the kiss, driving his tongue into my mouth with quick bursts that sent my pulse through the roof and built the need in my core. I rocked my hips toward him.

Cole wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed the side of my neck. His cock probed my ass, and I almost changed my mind and demanded that they make me come right then and there.

“Holy shit.” David’s voice came from far away. “She got you a bondage care package, Ethan.”

My smile pulled our lips apart.

Ethan darted a look toward David. “Excuse me?”

David riffled through the box.

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