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Since Parker and Mason were second in command underneath Noah, it was only natural that I would marry one of them. That's how it worked here, except I would never marry him willingly. Once I finished school, I was gone. I didn't care if I had to live on the streets while I attended a community college. It had to be better than the life I'd been living.
Chapter 7
Christian
The bell rang, and I didn't even bother going to class. Mr. Thompson, my 7th-period teacher, and I had an agreement. I showed up once a week, and he sent me to detention for the rest of the week. Yesterday was a new record for me. I managed to piss him off within the first five minutes of class. It wasn't my fault our personalities clashed. He liked to be the boss, and Iwasthe boss.
Pushing through the library doors, I hiked my bag further up on my shoulder.
"Detention again, Mr. Chandler?" Ms. Diaz muttered, but I could hear the flirtatious tone in her words.
Detention wasn't typically in the library. It usually had its own classroom, but Mr. Ward was out for the week.
My gaze flicked over my shoulder to Ms. Diaz standing behind the library desk. She was hot and not much older than me, maybe mid-twenties. Today she had her dark hair pulled up off her neck; she wore a low-cut pale yellow dress that made her tanned skin look even more delicious than usual, and her full lips were wearing my favorite red lipstick. I love smearing that red lipstick with my dick.
"I'll make any excuse to spend my afternoon with you, Amelia." My lips quirked as I leaned over the counter.
"Christian," she whisper-hissed, her worried dark brown eyes darting over my shoulder to search for anyone who might have heard me. "You can't call me that here."
Amelia started working as our librarian at the end of the year last year, and it took exactly one week to convince her to drop her panties in the copy room.
"No one's here," I said. The corners of my lips twitched, and she cocked a brow. "Fine," I shrugged, "let's go somewhere I can call you Amelia." Her lips pursed as she searched the empty library.
"Meet me in the copy room," she whispered seductively before twisting away from me to busy herself with her library duties.
Eight minutes later, I had Amelia pinned against the wall. We didn't have much time, so I didn't waste any. She always wore a dress and hadn't worn panties since our first time when I ripped them off. This made everything so easy.
"You going to scream for me, Amelia?" I groaned as I grabbed her by the waist and whipped her around, bending her over the copier. I loved it when they screamed, especially if everyone could hear her.
"Just fuck me, Christian." She moaned as I worked my throbbing erection free. I shoved up her dress, positioning myself at her entrance as my hands curled around her hips. I didn't do foreplay. Not that we had time for it anyway, but I didn't fuck these girls to get them off. I fucked them to getmeoff. If, in the process, they got off, too, good for them.
Thrusting my hips forward, I slammed into her filling her. She moaned as she pushed herself up to her toes, and her fingers curled around the sides of the copy machine. I withdrew completely before slamming back into her harder this time.
"Christian," she moaned, and I started fucking her hard and fast, each thrust going deeper than the last. My head fell back as her pussy clenched around me.
"What the fuck?" My gaze flicked over my shoulder to see Harper standing in the open doorway.
"Omigod, Harper," Amelia cried out as she shoved me off her, quickly correcting her dress, but by the time she was done, Harper was gone. "Move, Christian." Panic spread across her face as I stepped aside, giving her room to freak out. "Omigod, omigod!" She paced the floor staring at the ground, one fist on her hip as she ran the other over her face. "I forgot Harper was here today to complete some of her hours."
"Chill," I muttered dryly, buttoning up my pants. Before Harper broke into my house, I'd never had a run-in with her, not once. We'd never exchanged one word, and now she showed up every time my dick came out.
"Chill?" she hissed. "I could lose my job."
"Don't worry about Harper." I grimaced. "I'll take care of her."
Amelia burst through the doors going left towards the women's restroom, and I went right in search of Harper.
It didn't take long to find her tucked away in the back of the library, hidden in one of the deep rows of bookcases. I let my gaze rake over her soft feminine curves as she reached up to shove a book in the spot it belonged. Her dark straight hair was pulled back neatly in a ponytail. It wasn't down, but it also wasn't knotted up on top of her head, so I'd let it fly.
"What do you want, Christian?" she muttered, dropping to flat feet and flicking a glance my way before turning her back to me to scan through the books on her cart. She snatched a book off the shelf, then twisted around to search for its home, and when she found it, she lifted to her toes, stretching her body to reach the highest shelf. I almost laughed at the fact that she thought she could reach it.
Closing in the space between us, I snatched the book from her hand. "Let me get it." She dropped to her flat feet at the same time I reached up. My body pinned hers against the bookshelf.
"Christian," she hissed, using all her weight to push me off. I shoved the book into a spot and dropped my hands to her hips, keeping her in place.
Leaning in, my lips grazed over her ear, "You didn't see shit today." It didn't cause the same reaction I was used to getting.
"Gross," she growled, snapping her head away from me. "I don't know where your mouth has been. Keep it to yourself."
