Abang wakes me. But it’s not enough to make me open my eyes or even consider moving.
Something tickles my nose, and when I reach up to move it and my fingers brush the soft lace, memories from the night before hit me.
Now, I know they’re real.
I can feel them. Feel her. Smell her.
My fingers tighten on her knickers and instead of shoving them aside, I find myself bringing them closer.
Her scent floods my senses, making my mouth water and my cock hard.
After the number of times I took her last night, it would be easy to think my dick would want a day off, but it’s insatiable when it comes to my siren.
No. Not my siren.
Just… Siren.
Brianna.
Miss fucking Andrews.
A smirk twitches at my lips as I consider what we did last night.
I fucked my teacher.
The thought sends fire raging through me.
Over the years, there have been plenty of members of staff that the guys and I have lusted after. But as far as I know, none of us have put those little fantasies into action. Until now…
Okay, so I guess it could be seen as an entirely different situation.
I knew Brianna—had fucked Brianna—long before she turned up sporting a staff name badge at Knight’s Ridge. But still, the fact stands. In a couple of days, she’s going to be standing at the front of a classroom and I will be her student.
I roll onto my back, taking her knickers with me as I imagine fucking her over the teacher’s desk after class.
Fuck, yeah. The next few weeks could well be better than the previous few.
“Nico, you lazy motherfucker,” a familiar voice booms through my apartment, letting me know what the bang was.
“Fuck off, I’m sleeping.”
“Alone, or are you balls deep in—” The door flies open before Toby finishes that sentence, obviously deciding that he wanted to find out for himself. “Huh, well, that’s boring. Is that blood?” He gawks.
“Fuck off, Tobes,” I groan, not bothering to cover up in any way. It isn’t like he hasn’t seen it all a million times before. Hell, before he hooked up with Jodie, there was a time or two when we double-teamed a girl that—
“It smells like sex in here,” he points out before striding across the room, dodging the blood splatters, ripping the curtains apart and throwing a window open.
“Hey,” I complain as the warm morning—is it even morning?—air washes over my heated skin.
“The fucking sun will be going down soon,” Toby points out as he strides back across the room and pokes his head into the bathroom.
“Do I look like I give a shit about the sun? Close them,” I demand.
“No.”
“Why are we friends again?” I shout when he stalks through my bedroom and disappears. I stretch as my body finally wakes up while he crashes about.
“Will you fucking cover up?” Toby barks when he walks back in with a dustpan and brush. Where he found that from, fuck only knows.