Hot Dirty Love (Copperline #5) (14 page)

“Works for me.”

Then she gasped as my fingers dipped lower, into the sweetness between her thighs and neither of us said much more for a long while as we quite simply fucked the day away.

“Well,” Rain said quietly as she pulled on her coat that afternoon and gave me a long, melancholy look, “back to the real world.”

I frowned down at her. “You say that with a fair amount of finality.”

“It kinda has to be, doesn’t it? We’ll get in trouble.” She took a deep breath and exhaled, long and slow before continuing. “It should be easier, though. We’ve scratched the itch.”

“I dunno,” I said with a raised eyebrow. “I’m still pretty fuckin’ itchy, and standing up in front of you each day in class is killing my nuts.”

She smiled a little, but then looked away and swallowed. “I’m going to drop your class.”

Fuck.

“You can’t,” I said with a shake of my head. “If you drop, you won’t graduate. My class is a requirement for your degree.”

“I don’t think I have any other choice.”

We had to think of another option. She couldn’t throw it all away. That was totally unfair to her.

Plus, there was another part of me, a selfish part, that didn’t want to be robbed of my connection with her. That tie that bound us Monday through Thursday at three o’clock every week.

“Besides,” she continued, “I’m not sure I can be trusted. I pretty much begged you to fuck me.”

“Actually,” I attempted to tease with a wry smile, “you totally begged me to fuck you.”

“Right,” she agreed, ignoring my sorry comment and rather using it as some fucked up reason why she shouldn’t finish.

“Rain, I’m the one in the position of power. I’m the one who should have said no. I should have come forward a long time ago when I first realized who you were.”

“And if you come forward now? Best case scenario, you get your hands slapped, but you could lose your job.”

“It’s a job.”

“Justin, you’re an amazing teacher.”

“It’s a job,” I repeated in exasperation. “It’s not my calling. It’s not something I ever aspired to be. It’s something I fell into because I was too lazy to go out into the field after I graduated.”

“What would you do?”

“Don’t know. Go out into the field, I guess.”

“Would you leave Ophir? Leave your band?”

“Might not have much choice, but I’m not letting you take the fall. If I even think you’re gonna drop, I confess and resign.”

“You can’t do that,” she argued. “Your students need you to teach them. They don’t need me running in late every day disrupting you.”

“I’d imagine Glenn will take over my classes. Everyone will still get their education… including you.”

“Justin—”

“I mean it, Rain. This is too important, and you need to stick it out and graduate. What kind of a dick would I be if I let you drop? You pay to be there.”

“Fine,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her ample chest as she leaned back against the wall by the door. “We don’t tell at all then.”

“If we don’t tell, though, and are found out,” I began, “your grades could be called into question.”

“But that’s only if we keep doing this, right? Policy says repetitive. It’s the repetition of it that will put us in jeopardy.”

“You read the policy?”

“Just fucking around on the web one night,” she shrugged. “I got curious.”

She totally looked up the policy. She’d wanted me bad enough to check on that.

“And you think we should stop?” I asked. “That we shouldn’t fuck anymore.”

She didn’t answer, but looked down, toying with her hands.

“And how’s that been working for you? Because I pretty much want to fuck you every time I see you, and you’re always hot and wet and gagging for it.”

“Justin—”

“Seriously. Before last night, I hadn’t had sex in well over two weeks. Two fucking weeks. That’s a bit of an eternity for me.”

“Your groupies at the Copperline must be slacking.”

“I’ve been turning them down.”

Even Rain, as little as she knew me personally, looked shocked by that as I went on.

“The why of it is even more troublesome.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think I want to know the why.”

I closed in on her, laying my hands flat on the wall on either side of her head. My gaze locked on her lips as she swallowed hard. Her breathing picked up, becoming labored as I closed in.

“All I can think about is you,” I murmured. “I want to fuck you.”

“I know you want to fuck me.”

“No, I mean I really,
really
want to fuck you. All the time.”

“I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I don’t want you to drop my class.”

Stalemate.

I felt an excited shiver course through her as she weighed our lack of options.

“You know,” I began, trying another tactic, “Denny bought me a pocket pussy.”

She choked out a startled laugh. “What?”

“No shit,” I chuckled, but then I moved closer, leaning down to almost kiss her as I continued in a low tone. Her humor quieted as I locked my gaze with hers. “The real fuck of it all is that I use the damn thing—twice a day—and I’m still like a rock at just the mere thought of you.”

“You’re not making this very easy.”

“I even named it Rain.”

She laughed once again and leaned her head back on the wall, closing her eyes. I’d talked girls into bed long enough that I knew the signs of a weakening resolve.

She took a deep breath and exhaled, looking back into my eyes.

“We have to keep it quiet,” she finally whispered.

My cock sprang to life, jerking up in my jeans like it was jumping for joy.

“I won’t tell a soul,” she continued. “You’ve got even more to lose than I do, so I’m guessing you won’t either.” She studied my eyes, her dark brown depths narrowing slightly as she cupped my jaw in her hand. “But I do want to fuck you, too, Professor Dorsey. I do want to fuck you… all the time…”

Well, that did it.

We definitely had to get her a schoolgirl outfit now.

And with that scorching mental image, I nailed her once more, hard and fast up against the wall, before she left my house.

Friday night at the Copperline came and went, eventfully uneventful.

I discreetly turned down Pauline, knowing Rain would be showing up at my house shortly after three o’clock in the morning. After the bar closed and all the Mofos’ gear was packed away. After I made the ten-mile drive back home to Ophir like a drunk on his way to the liquor store.

And, sure enough. I’d had time for a quick bite, and then she was there and we were buck-ass naked and doing all kinds of wild and crazy shit all over my house. We fucked and dozed and fucked some more.

Pretty much nonstop until Saturday afternoon when I got a text from Cole.

A few Copperline regulars tended to show up at the orgytastic parties where I’d run into Cole, so in between sets on stage the night before, I had asked about him. I’d given my number to a few, hoping I was being somewhat subtle.

One of them came through for me.

Rain sat cross-legged on my kitchen countertop enveloped in a dark green Tech hoodie of mine that hit her low on the thighs when she stood. She balanced a bowl of Lucky Charms in her lap, and I stood before her eating one of my own. It seemed so weirdly
normal
as we refueled on the fastest and easiest food I had in my cupboard.

A transient thought burrowed into my brain, making me wonder if this was how it felt to have someone in your life, but I peevishly pushed it away.

I looked at Rain again and, instead of feeling the comfort of having someone there, I felt the rise of my dick as she looked up at me and placed the spoon in her mouth. With a naughty twinkle in her eye, she licked her lips. I set down my bowl and reached for hers with every intent to lay her out flat on the countertop. To strip the sweatshirt from her and decorate her luscious curves with all the little marshmallows from the cereal. I figured if they were slightly wet, they’d stick to her skin, allowing me to slowly eat them off her one by one. I wanted to drip the milk over her hardened nipples, watching them tighten with the chill before I sucked them clean.

That was my last thought before my phone buzzed. Rain and I both glanced down at it to see an unfamiliar number with a message preview that began, “This is Cole…”

My stomach lurched as I texted him back to let him know we needed to talk.

When and where?

His response, simple and clear popped up on the screen as I held it so Rain could read it, too.

She shrugged. “Here and now?”

I nodded and texted him back, giving him my address. He was quick to reply.

20 minutes

Rain quickly changed back into her dress, a casual little button-up thing she’d shown up in the night before. Easy access, she’d murmured as she had ripped open the buttons on my doorstep to reveal her lack of anything else underneath.