Page 16 of Claimed By My Ex's Dad & His Friend

So many questions before we get to that.

Locking my classroom door, I imagine my students lined up in the hallway, eagerly awaiting their next lesson.

I practice my soft but authoritative voice. “Remember to keep your voices turned off. You’ll have plenty of time to use them when we get to the music room and Miss Simmons teaches you a new song.” With a deliberate pace appropriate for little legs, I pretend to walk my line of kiddos to the music room.

In just a few days, I’ll have my instant batch of kids—not quite the same as if they’re my own children, but I’m eager to be an influence in so many young people’s lives. Unless of course…

I push the bar on the front door, opening it to the bright sunshine.

My heart pounds. Jayce and Elijah are waiting for me in the recessed entry.

“What are you doing here?”

I’ve been near Jayce many times, but ever since his hands had been around my waist, things had felt different. And ever since this morning when he revealed his intent, I’d wondered if this whole teaching thing would end sooner than I’d expected. We’re alone now, with Elijah. No father to hide intent from.

This is the first time I’ve been in his physical presence since my embarrassing exit. The combo of the two men is like getting to pick two treats from the ice cream truck. Only the treats want to eat me. And they’re super-hot instead of cold. And—

Jayce stomps toward me. Why does he look mad? I back against the door. The warmth of the sun baking into the huge chunk of metal has nothing on the heat emanating from him. He braces a hand beside my head against the door. “I expected to see you after our little chat with your dad. You don’t think you can agree to be mine—”

“Ours.” Elijah corrects.

“You don’t think you can agree to be ours and not make good on it, do you?”

I’m pretty sure society would tell me to be offended by that kind of comment, in a deep growly voice, by a man who’s towering over me acting like he’s the boss of me.

But no.

Exactly the opposite. Security, desire, and devotion envelop me. This is our turning point.

I drag my eyes up the expanse of his chest, linger in the few chest hairs that peek out from above the v-cut of his fitted t-shirt, then finally make it past the stubble on his neck and chin to stagger my way up to his eyes.

They strip me of everything. My clothes, my secrets, my soul. Everything belongs to him.

Elijah presses beside Jayce, his hand on the other side of my head. How could I possibly forget he was there? I don’t think I did. It’s just that Jayce demanded so much of my space.

I shift my lust-addled gaze to Elijah. His eyes are a vibrant green. His hair is decidedly brown but now that we’re closer, the red highlights become apparent. His lips are fuller than Jayce’s. I imagine they’d feel amazing trailing over my body. Not that I have any experience there.

Caged between the school where I’ll spend countless hours tending to other people’s children and the two men I want to be the fathers of my own children, I lose track of the question Jayce asked.

I lose track of which man is harder or muskier or more demanding…I lose track of everything.

Next thing I know, I’m curled against a broad chest. It’s darker than it was a second ago. And I’m all swoony.

“Oh crap. What happened?” I scramble to get Jayce to set me down. Why is he carrying me? How did we get inside the school?

He holds me tighter while striding down the hallway. My efforts to get free are pointless. Elijah is several paces ahead.

“You passed out.” Jayce’s tone is soft, full of concern. “We used your ID to open the door.”

“Here it is. Miss Shepherd.” Elijah’s brief statement is followed by a tearing sound.

I turn to see what happened. He ripped the paper sign with my name off of the wall beside my door.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re not your father’s anymore. You’re ours.” Elijah uses my key to open my classroom and Jayce carries me in. The room shrinks around these huge men.

“But my students—”

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