Page 38 of Teacher's Pet
“Stop it, Ryan. This isn’t funny. You—”
He wouldn’t let go, so I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.
“Enough.”
His legs stayed hooked around my waist, but at least he’d stopped thrashing.
“You’re not very strong. Stop,” he scoffed, though he didn’t fight me anymore.
It was pitch dark, the waterfall crashing behind us. The full moon barely caught the angles of his soaked, dirt-smeared face.
My worry drained away, replaced by anger.
“How do you know where I live? What gave you the bright idea to break in?” I tightened my grip.
“Ouch, please—ouchy,” he whimpered, and I eased my hold slightly.
“Ryan. Talk.”
He met my gaze, breathing hard.
“I was just in the area.”
“My house?”
“Ryan.”
He sighed. “I’m freezing. Can’t I—”
“No. Answer the question.”
A smug look spread across his face, completely at odds with the mud on his skin and the fact that he was pinned beneath me. Something sharp twisted in my chest.
“I just wanted to introduce myself to your wife,” he said, teasing. “See if we could compare notes on how you kiss.”
The comment blackened my mood instantly. I stopped caring that he was cold.
“What the hell did you just say?”
His smile faltered for a split second before snapping back into place.
“What? No open relationship? I just really want to thank her… for teaching you that little lip thing you do when you’re groaning and—”
I shoved my hand over his mouth. His eyebrows knit together, muffled noises spilling against my palm.
“There’s no off switch on you, is there?” I muttered. “I’m going to take you home, then I’m calling your father.”
I let go, pushing myself off him. He unhooked from my waist instantly.
“What the hell did you just say?”
“I’m taking you home.” I grabbed his hand, holding it just tight enough to make my point.
“You are not calling my father. Don’t even think about it.” His voice was rough, sharp, right on the edge of splintering.
“You broke into my house, you—”
“If you call him, I’ll tell him you came onto me,” he cut in, quick and certain. “I’ll tell him you forced me to suck your cock, forced yourself on me, told me to go to your house or else you’d stop—” His eyes locked on mine, full of conviction.
