Page 10 of Black Light: The Crossover
Time was crawling. Of course, having her damp underwear pressed to her skin wasn’t helping. It was a constant reminder of just how turned on she’d been while Jax touched her around everyone in the bar area… where anyone was able to see if they just looked at her.
Just like in here.
The silvery sheen of the two-way mirror reflected the chalkboard and teacher’s desk that dominated the front of the room, and Emma knew there would be people watching from outside even if they hadn’t found their way to it yet.
Her core clenched around nothing as that idea passed through her mind, and when she pressed her thighs together, she knew that Chase was right. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she liked it when people at the club saw how much they wanted each other. Some dark little corner of her mind even thought it was hot that members would be pleasuring themselves — and each other — in the hall outside while her men used her in whatever kinky little plan they’d created.
And if Jaxson and Chase wanted her to call them ‘Daddy’ while they did it, she’d try it out.
After all, they’d opened her eyes to so many things, and she trusted them both.
Completely and totally.
CHAPTER 3
CHASE
Each time the second hand on the clock ticked, Chase tapped his thumb against his thigh. Again, and again, and again. He’d started doing it to distract him from the way Emma was squirming in her seat, but he wasn’t sure if it was really helping his nervous energy or just making him even more aware of how long it was taking Jaxson to come back.
Hell, it had been ten minutes already.
Just walk in and take what you need, Jax.
It would probably be rude, and Chase had never been the kind of guy to use his fame or his name to get ahead, but in this case he wished Jax would just remind everyone that they own the freaking club and his subs were waiting on him.
That wasn’t inappropriate, right?
Another little noise came from Emma, and Chase fought the urge to look at her. He was already half-hard from watching Jaxson teasing her in the bar area and watching her squirm in a desk while picturing her bent over it wasn’t going to help.
Finally, the click of the doorhandle had him sitting up straight, excitement buzzing over his skin as the noise of the hall flooded in just before Jax stepped inside. He had his play bag over his shoulder and a large, plastic shopping bag from the costume room in one hand.
“So quiet.” His dark eyes swept over the two of them, that sexy smirk teasing the edge of his mouth as he shut the door on the alluring cries of pleasure and pain drifting in from the hall. “Does this mean you two are learning to follow the rules?”
A quick glance at Emma showed she was just as confused by the comment as he was, which meant this was a game, so Chase nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir,” Emma repeated.
Jaxson chuckled under his breath as he walked to the desk, dropping his play bag on it with a heavythump. Then he set the shopping bag on the edge and glanced inside like it had something amusing buried in its dark depths. “I’m not so sure. Showing up today out of uniform, questioning your headmaster, and speaking even after you’ve been told to be quiet…” He sighed. “That just doesn’t seem to show a real commitment to being a good girl or a good boy.”
“Uniform?” Chase’s voice came out a little hoarse, but it was all he could manage because his dick was instantly hard as he imagined Emma’s round ass filling out a short, plaid skirt, and her full breasts straining the buttons of a white, button-down blouse.Fuck.Apparently, he had a thing for schoolgirls, or at least putting Emma in a schoolgirl outfit.
“Yes, Chase, your uniforms,” Jax answered, finally glancing up from the bag. “And while I appreciate you confirming what you heard me say, I do expect you to address me properly or this punishment is going to be much less pleasant than it could be.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.” Those two magical words from Jaxson’s lips were like electricity zinging down Chase’s spine to trace his balls and stroke the underside of his shaft. His heart was already pounding before his husband even said, “Now, get up. You’re going to help each other get into uniform.”
Thank God.
He pushed himself out of the desk, clenching his fists as Emma moved in front of hers, just far enough away that he’d have to take a step to pull her into his arms — but he didn’t have permission for that yet.
“Chase, get on your knees and help Emma out of her shoes,” Jax commanded, leaning against the desk and crossing his arms. Chase obeyed instantly, dropping to his knees as their beautiful wife turned to face him. “And remember that neither of you are allowed to make noise without permission, other than to respond to me, of course.”
“Yes, sir,” they both replied, and Chase grinned up at Emma as she braced one hand on the desk to keep her balance and offered him a foot. The dark green heels matched her dress perfectly, but as soon as he slid it free, he saw the red marks it left behind.
Matching or not, the fucking things weren’t worth the trouble.
Rubbing at the marks, he felt a bit like a reverse Prince Charming, taking the shoesoffof Cinderella instead of putting them on. But, really, who was more charming? The guy freeing her from the uncomfortable shoes, or the jackass putting them back on?
