Page 6 of The Omega Lesson

“Mattie, we can’t.”

“We can.”

“There’s no time for this.”

He pulls away from where he’s sucking on my throat, a huge grin splitting his face. “Damn, I love how you don’t tell me it’s wrong, or I’m too young for you.”

I can’t help running my fingers over his smiling lips. “Ishouldtell you that.”

“Nah, I know the truth.” I cock a brow at him, and his grin grows even wider. “You just don’t want to rush it when I finally make love to you.”

I should roll my eyes at him. Tell him he shouldn’t be reminding me of all the ways this is a gigantic mistake. But the truth is, I can’t get the other night out of my head. We spent six whole hours kissing until our lips were bruised and my sheets were soaked in his soft, minty sweat. It didn’t go any further than that, but it was so much more erotic than anything I ever did with my ex-husband.

I study the long line of Mattie’s throat, the curve of his lips, the soft warmth of his hooded eyes. And he’s right; there’s no way I can settle for a quickie on the couch. “We really have to go, Mattie.”

He pulls a face, halfway between smug and disappointed. “Yeah, alright. But we’re making time, okay?” He dives in for one last, promise-filled kiss. “We’re gonna sleep in your bed again real soon, and I’m gonna love the fuck out of you, Lexi Novak.”

Mattie

Did I come on too strong?

Maybe.

But damn, Lexi Novak has my heart squished in her hot little hand, and she doesn’t even seem to know it.

She’s clutching it right alongside the strap of her shoulder bag as we head back to school. Her hair is up in a bun, all those glossy black locks scraped back and slicked into place. She’s wearing another of her strict navy suits, and her reading glasses are hooked over the top button of her sensible white blouse. I’m pretty sure they’re just there for show, but I can’t blame her. It’s hard getting the respect you deserve when you look like a cross between Wednesday Addams and a Victoria Secret model.

I grunt and rearrange my dick in my stupid silky shorts. I should probably go up to the dorm and change, but I can taste her nerves on the air. Tonight’s a big deal for her. So, I’ll stick by her side as long as she’ll let me.

Not that she needs me to hold her hand. Some arseholes might claim she only got the job because another teacher went into a rut, but Lexi’s tough. She’s been through hell with her ex, and yet she’s still here, determined to make a life with Bree. She’s loyal. Resilient. And a mum who’ll do anything for her kid. Which, given my history, just makes my stupid dick all that much harder for her.

Fuck, but I want to drop on my knees for her, right here in the goddamn moonlight.

I’d do it, too. Right where any arsehole could stroll by and see me worshipping her like a goddess.

Except that Lexi’s an easy target in this school. I’ve seen the other teachers look at her like she’s a nark, out to ruin their fun. Most of them are Old Boys, and they don’t want to watch their language, or think twice about sending one of us for a caning. This is their little fiefdom, where arseholes like Drummond can indulge their kinks and get away with it. If they’re not freezing Lexi out, they’re talking about her behind her back. In fact, I have a list of insults I’ll be returning with interest once I graduate in a few months.

But when it comes to Lexi, I can’t wait that long.

I’ve been obsessing over her since we met, but the other night just kicked everything up a notch.

Six hours of heaven, touching her curves and sucking on her perfect lips. I’d probably kill someone for another chance at that.

I just need to make sure she knows I’m here. I’m ready.

So ready, in fact, I can’t stop thinking about the way she straddled my lap. Her skirt rode up just enough I could see her creamy pale thighs and their tiny baby hairs. I’d wanted to sink my teeth into her skin, right after I licked the fuck out of her vanilla-scented pussy.

I swallow a groan, dragging my gaze away from her peach-shaped arse as we reach the edge of campus. It’s usually a ghost town by now, but this weekend is all about the Old Boys and their spawn. Which means the carpark is full of flashy cars, and there’s a steady stream of uptight arseholes headed into the school.

“Your brother’s meeting is my last,” she tells me as we head towards the English block. She stops at the bottom of the stairs and looks me over, her gaze pausing on my stupid silky shorts. “It might take a while, so you should go put on something warmer.”

It’s early April and the sun’s barely gone down, but I like this side of her. There’s this protective look in her eyes when she fusses over me, like I need her to tell me to get a jacket instead of working it out on my own. Maybe it’s triggered by that bullshit her ex-husband is putting her through. Like she doesn’t get to flex her mum muscles enough, and I’m a handy substitute. Which probably sounds like I’ve got mummy issues, but whatever. Every time she bosses me around, I get as hard as a rock. “I’m fine,” I reply, watching her from under my lashes. “It’s not even cold.”

Her brows crunch into a silky knot. “But you’re still damp from the pool.” Her gaze goes back to my shorts, like she can’t help herself. “You need to put jeans on at least.”

A blush is climbing her cheeks, probably because she’s ogling the pop-up tent formerly known as my shorts. But I just pull a face, channelling my inner brat. “I’m a big boy, you know. You don’t need to take care of me all the time.”

She huffs, finally dragging her gaze above my crotch and tapping her pointy black shoe. “Matthew. Are you really going to fight me on this?”

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