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Because me and my student, my lover, have been caught.Chapter 19NateMy eyes are closed as I pour my heart and soul into the words I whisper against Evie’s ear while I thrust in and out of her tight, wet heat. The excitement, the adrenaline of playing this lovers’ game she initiated was the key that unlocked all the feelings and things I’ve kept inside, everything that’s built up over the months I taunted her, and then the last several weeks in which we both gave in to our every desire. With every night she’s slept in my arms, with every time we’ve made love, with every study hour we’ve spent having to keep our true feelings hidden, with every stolen kiss between these very bookcases, with every session we’ve spent in Doc’s office, and with the hours upon hours of staying up late at night, talking on the phone, texting, even FaceTiming, we’ve grown closer than I ever imagined two people could be. Close enough that I know what I feel for Evelyn Richards is love. Undeniable, untouchable love.
And I’m confessing everything, telling her all the things I feel for her, my eyes squeezed tight as Evelyn’s pussy clamps around me as she comes, yanking me along to base jump right off the cliff with her.
So I don’t see the moment the lights overhead flip on. I only hear the voice mere seconds after I fill Evie with every drop of cum I have.
“Ms. Richards, you okay?”
I know that voice, and right now, I’ve never hated anyone more in my entire life, because I know she’s not going to let this go. The girl can’t keep a secret to save her life.
Without turning around, I lower Evie until her feet touch the floor, and I tuck myself back into my underwear, pulling my pants back up my legs, a part of me recognizing I hadn’t even thought to bother with my undressing ritual, and grateful I had wanted Evie so desperately that I didn’t undress all the way. Because it makes this a fraction less humiliating. I’m able to keep Evelyn hidden with my big body, because unlike mine, her pants and shoes are on the floor a foot away. Her panties are ripped and lying at our feet. I spin around, keeping Evelyn’s nudity concealed as I face the intruder, the person who just ruined the greatest, most epic moment of my entire life.
Lindy lifts her brows in surprise then crosses her arms over her cheerleading-uniform-covered chest as she pops her hip.
“Really, Nate?” Her voice is acidic, eating through this perfect bubble Evie and I have been wrapped in for the last three and half weeks. “Is that the reason you keep telling me no? Didn’t want me again, because you’re slumming it with a teacher?”
I take a step forward, but Evie grabs my arm, keeping me in place, and it reminds me I need to keep her blocked from Lindy’s ugly sneer. The woman I love doesn’t need to see the look this bitch is trying to give her.
But the look I give Lindy makes that expression slide right off her face, and she drops her arms, taking a step back. And when a deep, dark, almost terrifying growl rumbles throughout the bookshelves, Lindy takes off out of sight and down the staircase before I even realize the sound was coming from me.
I turn back around, picking up Evie’s pants and holding them open for her to step into when I see she’s trembling so badly she can’t even move.
“Oh God,” she says on an exhale, and her knees buckle just as I’m buttoning her slacks. I catch her against me, sliding us both to the floor so I can put her shoes on her feet, snatching up her torn panties and shoving them in my pocket before I stand up with her in my arms.
“It’s going to be fine, baby,” I promise her, carrying her down the stairs, and she bursts into tears.
“This is all my fault,” she wails, and her wracking sobs break my heart.
I shake my head. “It’s not—”
“It is!” she cries. “You didn’t do this. You’ve been so careful, so aware, even warning me when you thought I was acting in a way someone might get suspicious. And what did I do? I lured you into the library at school to have sex!” She can’t catch her breath after that. And I move faster once I realize she’s starting to have a panic attack, knowing I have to snap her out of it.
I set her on the circulation desk and force her to look into my eyes. The fear and misery in hers gut me, but I know I have to be strong for her. “Evelyn,” I say, my tone deep, commanding, “this is not your fault. And as my sub, I demand you trust that I will take care of this.”
