Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“Do I look strong enough, Professor?” Meg’s voice is husky, causing my cock to react. I can only imagine what it’s doing to Cian.
“I suppose so.” Cian plays the stern professor to the hilt. “You know, all that walking is going to require strength in your legs as well as your torso. I don’t think I can give you this assignment until I’ve seen your legs.”
Meg bites her lower lip and looks sweetly nervous. She’s good at this. She seems to enjoy the play.
I thought that once Cian and I settled down with a bondmate, our days of playing in such a manner would be done. Sexual relations with a bondmate are reverent, sacred acts. What if all that reverent sex bores my wife to tears because she’s a dirty girl underneath? Maybe Colin is right. Maybe I should start thinking of Meg as Meg, rather than a bondmate. Maybe I should give Meg what Meg wants rather than what I think she should want.
She slides her right leg onto the top of the table, then carefully, slowly pulls her skirt up. Her fingers run the length of her pretty leg, all the way to her hip.
“Now, Megan,” Cian begins authoritatively. “It is obvious to me that you’re missing a very important piece of your school clothes. A good student doesn’t come to class without her underwear.”
Her mouth is a lovely O that would perfectly fit my cock when I shove it in. I’m so hard. I have to get a grip if I ever want to walk in that room. If I don’t, I’ll end up stroking myself in the flowerbeds.
“I must have forgotten, Professor Finn,” Meg says as her finger starts playing with her pussy. A wicked smile lights her face, and I feel left out. She looks at Cian like he’s ten feet tall and just slew a dragon for her. “Sometimes I forget. Are you angry?”
“The question isn’t whether I’m angry, my lover,” Cian says, slyly coming out of character. His head swings around, and he looks me straight in the eyes. “The question is whether our peeping Beck is enjoying the show.”
Cian looks perfectly pleased with himself, and I realize my brother has been on to me for a while. Meg, on the other hand, looks horrified. She gasps and holds the shirt in front of her like a shield. I sigh and pick up my pack. I stalk to the door of my home and step inside.
It looks like sexy playtime is over.
“How dare you,” Meg says, going to stand behind Cian.
I go from being slightly upset at getting caught peeping to insanely jealous at the sight of my woman hiding behind another man. It doesn’t matter that the other man holds half of my soul. It only matters that Meg is seeking protection from me.
I force myself to calmly put down the bag. I can be reasonable. In Meg’s mind, she was treated poorly. Hell, in reality I treated her poorly, but I had my reasons. I’ll peacefully explain to her why I treated her as I did and ask for another chance.
She has her back to me, shoving her arms through the sleeves of her shirt.
Cian grins. “You were shielding, weren’t you, brother? The minute your dick got hard, those walls came down. You can’t hide from me when you’re that aroused.”
“You could have said something,” Meg hisses at Cian. She sounds pissed, but her hands came down on my brother’s shoulders as she turns her glare my way. “I’m sure you’re here to lecture me about how to behave.”
“I was enjoying the show,” I say evenly.
I want to go and rip her away from my brother, whose hand has come up to play with hers. It seems to be an unconscious act between two people who are very comfortable touching each other.
“Well, I was acting like a whore, so you shouldn’t be surprised,” she says, bitterness evident in every aspect of her being.
“No, my lover,” Cian corrects. “Tonight was schoolgirl night. Last night was whore night.” He leans toward me. “She was brand new to her profession. I had to teach her everything she needed to know.”
I ignore my brother, though I know the scenario well. I focus on our wife. I have a lot of damage to undo. “You were a very sexy schoolgirl, Meg.” I smile as she flushes. “I like the pigtails.”
I do. I can’t help but think about all the ways I can grip them while I fuck into her. I take a deep breath. Tossing her over my shoulder and forcing her to the bedroom won’t help my case right now.
There’s an uncomfortable silence that Cian moves to fill. He stands and walks to me, giving me a manly hug. “It’s good to see you, brother.”
My soul feels softer. Cian is whole. It’s been a long time since Cian has been complete. I envelope my brother, the man who holds half my soul, in a spine-cracking bear hug. I look over to Meg. “Thank you,” I mouth.