Page 7 of Jace

“Oh, I can,” I say, closing the distance between us, slow and deliberate. His classroom smells like him—vanilla, flowers, and something warm that makes my blood hum. “And I think you’re glad I did.”

He rolls his eyes, but there’s a spark in them, that same fire from the bar.

“You’re awfully sure of yourself,” Caleb says, doing his best to hide a smile. “You know that, right?”

“Comes with the territory.” I lean against his desk, close enough to catch the quick rise and fall of his chest. “So, this is you, huh? Grading papers, molding young minds? Bet you’re the kind of teacher kids crush on.”

He laughs, a soft sound that hits me low in the gut.

“Flattery won’t get you far, Jace,” Caleb demurs. “And you didn’t answer my question. Why are you here?”

I tilt my head, letting my gaze roam over him, slow and unapologetic. “Told you. Couldn’t stop thinking about you. That mouth of yours, the way you didn’t back down at the Spur. I like a challenge, Caleb.”

His breath hitches, and I see it—the way his body responds, even if his mind’s screaming caution. I’m pushing, testing his boundaries, letting my Daddy Dom edge slip through.

I want to see how far he’ll let me go, how much of that fire he’s willing to show.

“You’re trouble,” Caleb says, but his voice is softer now, less certain.

“Damn right I am,” I say, my voice low, commanding. “But you’re not running, are you?”

He holds my gaze, defiant, but there’s a tremor in his hands as he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Maybe I’m just curious,” the boy replies, and fuck, that’s all I need to hear. Curious is an open door, and I’m the kind of man to walk right on through it.

“Curious, huh?” I step closer, close enough that he has to tilt his head to meet my eyes. “Then let me show you something real. Come for a ride with me.”

His eyes widen. “A ride? On your motorcycle?”

“Harley,” I correct, rolling my eyes in mock disgust. “Not just any damn hog. Always a Harley. Best way to feel alive. Unless… you’rescared.”

“I’m not scared,” he snaps, but his blush betrays him. “I just… I don’t even know you.”

“You know enough,” I say, leaning in, my voice dropping to that rough, intimate tone that always gets a reaction. “You know I’m not like those safe little guys you’re used to. You know I’m trouble, and you’re still standing here. Take a chance, boy. One ride.”

He bites his lip, and it’s like a match to gasoline.

I’m imagining him pressed against me, his arms around my waist, the wind tearing through us, his hard cock pressed up against my back as his entire body reacts to the engine’s roar.

But it’s more than that—I want him to see my world, to feel the rush I live for. Maybe it’s selfish, dragging him into my chaos, but I can’t help it. He’s under my skin, and I’m not letting him slip away.

“I have papers to grade,” Caleb says, but it’s weak, like he’s grasping for excuses.

“Papers can wait. Life can’t.” I hold out my hand, a challenge and a promise. “Come on, Caleb. Live a little.”

He stares at my hand, then at me, his eyes searching mine. I see the battle there—good boy versus the part of him that’s itching to break free.

Come on.

Let yourself go, boy.

Live a little…

Finally, Caleb exhales, a shaky sound, and grabs his bag. “One ride,” he says, pointing a finger at me. “And if you get me killed, I’m haunting you.”

I laugh, a deep rumble. “Deal. Let’s go.”

We head out, his steps quick to match my stride, and the air outside is cool, the sky streaked with orange as the sun dips low.

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