How the fuck did he know that? It might haunt him later, but Declan wasn’t going to ask. “I’m not going to approve of you auditing my class this semester, Trick. I’m sure you understand why. And there is no way I’m breaking the board’s policy on fraternization with Miss Finn, so you can stop trying to get to me.”
Trick glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was around, then gave Declan a quick kiss on the lips, palming his erection through his pants at the same time. “You’ll break the rules, Declan. For her. I’m betting on it.” He stepped back and ran his hands through his already tousled hair. “How long is this semester, anyway? Fifteen weeks? I’ll give you eight so you can convince yourself you held out longer than most men would have. So you can torture yourself thinking about what we could do to each other. What you could do to her. And I won’t blame you if you can’t last that long. Jen is special. You’ll see. She’s as greedy as you are.”
When the day finally ended and Trick wasn’t waiting for him at home to pick up where they’d left off, Declan got mad. Trick couldn’t just come into his life after months of no contact and throw down that kind of gauntlet. He couldn’t push a tempting morsel like Jennifer Finn in his face and offer him the perfect ménage. And if he thought that staying away from Declan and holding out would make him give in, he was sorely mistaken.
Declan had close to seventeen years of dealing with Trick’s games. He’d been doing it since he was twenty-one and volunteering in the prison where Trick was serving time for a theft that his friends had committed. Declan helped him get his diploma and, in thanks, Trick had shown up at his door when he got out and blown his mind.
He’d been driving him around the bend ever since.
Declan thought about the girl. Woman. Jennifer. There were so many reasons it could never happen. Her age, her student status, her name. He didn’t associate with his family, but he still remembered how the Kelleys felt about the Finns. The sentiment was too toxic not to be reciprocated. Trick should know that.
He thought about the way she’d looked at him when he held her hand and the way her red hair swayed when she walked away. He wanted to wrap it in his fist and keep her close. He wanted to see her on her knees again, her blue eyes eager.
Never. He said it like a mantra until he fell asleep in his chair. Never going to happen.
Chapter One
8 weeks later…
Jennifer Finn was waiting for trouble. She’d been waiting since Alicia and Raoul left for their weekend in Belize. Since she’d assured them that she didn’t want to meet cousin Ernesto, the plastic surgeon who was overly fond of silk shirts.
The offer was nice, and she knew her roommate meant well, but Alicia didn’t understand. As far as she was concerned, the only action Jen had gotten since she moved in was with her “personal massager collection”.
“No one should go without for that long,” Alicia had stated with conviction. “And no self-induced orgasm can take the place of hot, sweaty, break-the-bed sex.”
Jen couldn’t agree more. Sex. She wanted it. She missed it, and no matter how many times she cried out in climax, Trick still hadn’t given it to her.
Then again, she still hadn’t told anyone about his weekly visits. Or about the plans he kept insisting he had for her and the sexy bisexual professor she’d been lusting after for weeks.
Trick hadn’t exaggerated when he said he knew Declan Kelley. Apparently they’d been knowing each other like rabbits off and on for years. The things he’d whispered in her ear about her teacher while he guided her favorite plug into her ass had been fodder for every personal massager session she’d had since.
Her only cause for concern had been the professor himself. He’d hardly looked at her since that first day. His generous notes of praise on her papers notwithstanding, she was getting more than a sneaking suspicion that he was avoiding her. Was he simply upholding his personal space rule? Or was Trick the reason? He wasn’t allowed in the class anymore, so that was a strong possibility.
The mischievous Trick obviously had a talent for making everyone nuts. Where was he? She’d sent him a text last night and he still hadn’t responded. She checked her phone again and jumped when it rang in her hand. “Hello?”
“Did you see the picture I sent of Daddy this morning?”
Jennifer leaned back on the couch and smiled. “Yes, Mama. He’s doing great with those weights now. What’s the doctor saying?”
“That his blood pressure is normal and I should start a new career as a personal trainer,” Ellen Finn said, laughing. “He feels like that TIA might have been a one-time thing, thank goodness. Are you coming to see us this weekend?”