It should have made me run, but the ache in my chest was one I could never ignore or walk away from.
Getting up I stride to the door of my office, not taking any work home with me. If this weekend goes the way I want it too, I’ll be too busy working on getting my cum as deep inside of Ariel as I can and won’t have a minute to spare.
I grip the wood of the door jam and tilt my head down, taking deep breaths before I completely lose my shit. I know where she works. I know where she lives. I should have made a move earlier, but I didn’t. I was a fucking coward, and I won’t be making the same mistake twice.
Cy wasn’t willing to keep waiting around. He made this happen for tonight and I’m not going to fucking ruin it now. I’m going to have to calm down and get it together, so I don’t scare the ever-loving shit out of her from the moment she meets my eyes. I’m sure I look feral as fuck right now.
Because it’s exactly how you feel.
I take another breath and then stride out of my office. As I grab my keys out of my pocket, I hear someone shout from down the hall, “Professor Rowe.”
When I glance to my left I almost sneer. Jenna has been trying to get my attention all semester. If she wasn’t my student and if I didn’t know my little mermaid exists in the world, I would find her attractive. Now she just makes me cringe and want to disinfect my entire fucking body whenever she’s around me.
I lock the door and then turn, crossing my arms across my chest and leveling her with a hard look. I try and keep it light at work, well, at least as light as I can be. Her steps stutter for a moment when she sees the look on my face, but she just squares her shoulders and closes the distance.
Her voice is breathless, “I’m so glad I caught you.”
“Office hours are over,” my voice is hard and cold.
Jenna bites her lip in a way I’m sure she thinks is seductive, but it only makes my stomach roll. She brushes off her moment of doubt and smiles brightly. She was in my class earlier today and I notice she’s unbuttoned a few more buttons of her top for this little meeting. I almost scoff, yeah, meeting my ass.
“I know,” her voice drops to a seductive tone, “I was hoping we could spend some time together outside of office hours.”
“No,” there’s no hesitation and the single word sails through the air like a whip. It has about the same effect on Jenna as she rears back and blinks up at me as if she can’t believe I’ve turned her down. My words are a little softer, but they’re still clipped and hold no invitation, “Have a good weekend. You have a lot to review before finals. Good luck.”
I don’t wait for an answer, I turn on my heel and walk away. I usually want my students to feel relatively comfortable coming to me, but this is beyond the pale. She’s been eyeing me and flirting with me all semester and I’m done.
I know part of the problem is I know I’ll be seeing Ariel tonight. The knowledge has been riding me all day and making me feel on edge.
The moment I step outside of the building I take a deep breath and feel my shoulders relax. I swear Jenna’s cloying perfume was clogging my throat. I just know whatever Ariel smells like is going to draw me in and make me want to wrap myself around her and never let her go.
Fucking hell.
It doesn’t take me long to get to the library. I take another deep breath when I step through the doors. I’ve always felt like this library was a peaceful place. The architecture is old and storied. There’s a grandeur in this space as if it really could not only hold the physical copies of the great ideas and knowledge on the shelf, but that the building must also be large to hold it, contain it, keep it trapped so people can tap into that knowledge base.
I spent a lot of time here throughout the years and not just because Kent is one of the librarians here. I almost laugh because if anyone knew the Kent underneath the fucking cardigans, they would never think he’s a librarian. The man simply loves knowledge, the written word and organization.
It’s a strange combination, but it works for him and he’s the one who has been the glue of our little brotherhood for years. He needs someone to take care of him. Cy and I need the same, but Kent is the one who has been looking out for us.
My stomach tightens at the thought of Ariel servicing Kent in oh so many fucking ways. The thought of her swallowing his cock wearing an apron while she’s in the middle of making dinner flashes through my mind. I know it’s not exactly the most evolved thought, but I can’t help that much.
I know Ariel’s an independent woman and I want her to be. I also want to see her drop to her knees and swallow my best friend’s cock like she’s trying to exorcise his fucking demons.
I’m a complicated guy.
When I find Kent, he’s standing near the main desk of the library talking to Edison. She’s smiling up at Kent, but the look she has on her face is one of a little sister for a brother she adores. It’s cute and endearing, just like her.
She deserves someone looking out for her. She’s a good person and a beautiful girl, but she’s not ours. She’s a friend which means something to us.
When I walk up to them, Kent tells her, “I’ll ask Cy for the name of his guy, he loves him.”
“Who does Cy love?”
Edison makes the cutest little squeaking sound as she turns quickly, her big brown eyes looking up at me. “Holy shit,” she gasps, “you scared me to death.”
I tilt my head to the side, “Why are you so jumpy?”
She shrugs and looks away from me and the move has my hackles raised. When I look at Kent, his eyebrow is arched with an expectant look on his face as if he knows there’s something going on with Edison and is on top of things.
“I’m not,” she brushes off my concern. She rolls her eyes and I get the feeling its more at herself than me. “I was just asking Kent about the guy Cy goes to for his tattoos.”
“Right,” I try and keep my voice level instead of showing my irritation. I want to get moving.
I glance at my watch knowing we have plenty of time but wanting to get the fuck out of here. We’re going to meet Ariel tonight. It’s the start of the rest of our lives. When I look at Kent again, I give him a pointed look.
Edison giggles and when I glance at her she has a big smile on her face as she looks between us. “What? He’s been on edge all day. It didn’t take much to figure out it’s about a woman and now you’re all,” she makes a motion with her hands to encompass my entire body as if that’s some sort of explanation. She salutes and then points toward the front door. “Get out of here. Clearly you two have someplace to be.”
One side of my mouth tips up and Kent grins at her before shaking his head. He looks at me. “I guess we have our marching orders.”
Don’t have to fucking tell me twice. I don’t even wait to see if he’s ready, I turn and start to stride to the front doors. Edison’s laugh and Kent’s low chuckle follow me. As if I give a fuck.