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Dax
Samantha had me onedge. We had conversations here and there, and she really did seem like a nice person, but it didn’t stop me from having cameras in every room of the house except the bathrooms and her bedroom.
I made sure that I could look in on her and Bow at any time, and so far, what I saw was a woman who was just trying to adjust. But even still, I couldn’t let myself trust her, not yet. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to trust anyone on that level again.
My phone alerted me, and despite my better judgement, I looked at it to see what Samantha was up to. She was dressed and it looked like she was getting ready to head to the school.
She had on a pair of tight-fitting jeans that showed the firm curvature of her ass, and when she dropped her keys, I had to adjust the way I was sitting because my dick responded to the way she moved. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, and the more pull I felt toward her, the less I trusted that pull. Fuck.
I shut my phone off and leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes briefly while I tried to get a hold of my emotions and my raging, neglected libido. I considered heading to the local kink club, Deviance, but I knew I wouldn’t step foot in there, not even for a quick fuck and to blow off steam. Nope, cold showers it was. Samantha had me all knotted up inside, and I couldn’t fathom why.
The two players she was helping worked it out that she would meet them in the library at noon to tutor them in calculous, and then from one to one-thirty she would tutor Davis in communications. It wouldn’t take her too long to get from the house to the school, and I thought about meeting her at the front building to walk her to the library, but we’d agreed to keep our complicated situation under wraps, so I made my way to the break room instead.
Inwardly I groaned when I saw Professor Edwards standing at the refrigerator. The woman was recently divorced and on the prowl for husband number two. She’d hit on me at two staff meetings, and I get tired of dodging her. She was part of the reason I went looking for a marriage of convenience, to keep vultures like her at bay.
Professor Hawthorne was sitting at a table eating a container with leftovers. Fuck. I hadn’t had good leftovers in years. The lucky bastard went and found himself a young wife who liked to cook and didn’t mind his kinks. Lucky bastard.
Last year he met his now wife on the first day of classes. The man didn’t take his time when it came to staking his claim on the girl. They were married and expecting a set of twins. He was a good guy, and he adored his wife as much as she adored him. Nobody who saw the two of them together would doubt their relationship, even with the age difference.
“Hey.” I sat down at the table with him and opened my pathetic excuse for a lunch.
“Hey man.” He looked up with a grin which faded quickly. “You look like hell.”
“I didn’t sleep well last night,” I muttered. It was the truth. I kept thinking about the conversation I’d had with Samantha, and stressing over how I was going to explain her sudden appearance in my life. Not to mention, Bow was growing attached to her already, and if this didn’t work out, she wasn’t going to understand. But, I didn’t want to confront the main reason she had kept me up, or the fact that I had stroked my cock thinking of her.
“Just a rough night.” I shrugged away thoughts of Samantha, our arrangement, and the things she made me feel.
“You could always go to Deviance and scratch an itch. May help you relax a bit.” Liam sat forward and whispered so nobody else heard him.
“No.” I’d only been to the sex club twice since moving here, and while both times I got mine, that scene just wasn’t for me.
Plus, I wasn’t going to start this arrangement with Samantha off by going to a club for a quick fuck, not when I had a woman under my own roof who made my dick hard. I wanted her, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust her.
