Chapter 11
Jasmine
I take a sip of my coffee, my eyes closing as I savour the warmth as it goes down.
“What are you doing?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to savour the last moments of peace I’ll get before the excitement of the day kicks in, but I know I’m fighting a losing battle.
“Misssss Jassssmmmiiinneeee, I’mmmm taaalking toooo youuuuu,” the voice sings, much, much louder than before.
Letting out a sigh I open my eyes, placing my “Worlds Special-est Teacher” mug on my desk. I teach SPed, so the mug makes me laugh.
“Good morning Rodney, did you have a good day off yesterday?”
“Hell yeah! Any day I ain’t learnin is a good day, ammiright?”
I squint at his little freckled face, wondering if it’s worth explaining that not learning anything is a bad idea, but I decide to let it slide.
I’m well rested, I have my coffee, and soon I’ll have two hot men walking into my class ready to pose.
Two hot men that I did not think about last night while I touched myself. Nope, not at all.
“So, what were you doing?”
“I was savouring the taste of my coffee and the quiet moments before school starts.”
“Oh, did I ruin it for you?” Rodney asks, uncharacteristically. He’s not unkind, he’s just very full on and in other people’s business. And a little bit of a menace.
“No, Rodney, you didn’t ruin it for me,” I soothe.
“Yeah, didn’t think so. I’m a fucking delight.”
“Rodney!” I bark at him, but it’s too late. He swaggers over to his place and plops his ginger behind down, rapping something under his breath.
Looks like I’m going to have to speak to his parents. Again.
“Hi Miss Jasmine!” Karly calls, bouncing to her seat, her sequined hair bows sparkling on top of her blonde head. She’s sunshine and roses and I know that she is very excited for Fox and Nitro’s visit today. Possibly a little too excited.
The rest of the children filter into the room, some with their friends, others like Elio perfectly alone although he does move to sit next to Rodney.
That’s a weird friendship right there but somehow it works for them.
Where Elio is quiet and reserved, Rodney is loud and brash.
In some ways I guess it makes sense to Elio, considering his sister Cove is like a little sergeant major and rules the Big Littles with an iron fist. Although it does concern me that it seems like Rodney has joined that gang.
After what Vi told me and what I’ve seen with my own eyes, the last thing Rose Grove needs is for Rodney to join the fold.
The bell rings and the big light on the wall flashes for my hearing impaired children, and I clap and wave my hands.
“Good morning class and happy Wednesday! Sometimes people call it ‘Hump Day’. Does anyone know why we call it ‘Hump Day’?”
“Because it’s the day my mom and dad like to huu-”
“Because it’s the middle of the week, kinda like a hump!” I glare at Rodney who beams back at me. He’s definitely going to be an ass today. I can feel it. “Now, who can remember what’s happening today?”
Karly’s hand shoots up and I look around the room to see if anyone else wants to answer the question first.
“Jackson, do you know what’s happening today?”
He shoves his glasses up his nose, and shrugs one shoulder, “Yeah, them guys are coming to pose for us. But I’m still not sure about them. That blonde one looks like trouble.”
I roll my lips between my teeth to hide my smirk. Aside from the fact that Jackson often talks like his sassy grandmother, he also isn’t wrong. Of the two men visiting my classroom today, Fox is definitely the one who looks like trouble.
“They’re not trouble! They’re policemen. Policemen are there to help you and to make sure you’re OK and to help you save kittens and puppies and to pose for us so we can draw them. With no tops on, right Miss Jasmine?” Karly says, eyes wide with hope.
“Um, almost. Firemen usually save kittens and Fox and Nitro will definitely be wearing their tops today. All their clothes will stay on.”
Karly’s little shoulders slump and it looks like I may be having words with her parents too.
The kids in my class are like sponges. They soak up everything around them.
Most of the time it’s innocent. Karly has an older sister who probably has posters of shirtless hunks on her bedroom wall or is watching young ripped guys dancing on TikTok or something.
Rodney, well, he has parents who live in a rough part of Rose Grove and don’t really put any boundaries on him.
He’s also an attention whore who likes to shock people, but as long as I’m firm with him he’s pretty easy to deal with.
“Now, what do we have to remember when we have guests?” I ask them, signing as I do.
“Use our manners and ask appropriate questions,” they all drone back at me in bored voices.
They know the deal but it’s good to remind them. After they obliterated my sweet father’s self esteem by pointing out his lack of ass and calling him the “cheekless wonder” and cried over Violet’s bushy eyebrows, I’ve had to drill into them that it’s rude to make comments about people’s bodies.
“Good, that’s right. Now, have we all put posing suggestions into the suggestion box?”
They all yell that they have and I chuckle as they argue over who has the best pose idea. I’m leaning toward Nora’s idea when she signs that she thinks it’d be funny for “the black hair one to hold the other like a baby.”
“OK, well, our guests should be here any minute now so let’s settle into our seats and maybe start by writing our names at the top of our pages, yeah?”
“Miss, will you be drawing with us?”
“You know what Karly? Maybe I will,” I grin as I pull out my own sheet of crisp white paper and the pencil with the pencil grip on it.
Now, to wait for the two hottest men I’ve ever known to walk through those doors.
Nitro
I grab my Lego pass and follow Fox down the hall to Jazz’s class.
I have no idea how the hell he remembers which hall to go down, this place is set out like a rabbit warren.
I’m about to give him shit for it but I spy Jazz’s colorful door at the end of the hall.
Fox stops abruptly, and I end up bumping my hard cock into his ass.
It may have taken me a little time to get on the same page as Fox as far as Jazz is concerned, but now that I am, the thought of watching him and her fucking for me has me hard enough to pound nails.
Fox spins to look at me with a smirk on his face, before it melts, replaced with uncharacteristic nerves. “Do I look OK?”
Does he look OK? He looks fucking delicious.
I grip him behind his neck, pulling him in, my mouth to his ear. “You look good enough to fucking eat. Smell good too. I can’t wait to taste your cock as soon as we get out of here.” I pull back after nipping at his lobe, his dark eyes hazy.
I take a step back from him so we can both calm the bulges in our jeans. The last thing we need is to be walking round a special ed school with hard dicks.
“Besides, we spent the morning making sure we look good,” I remind him.
I made sure I had my beard trimmed, no out of place nose hairs and my hair looking good.
I know after Moss shared his horror story posing for these kids that the last thing I need is them giving me shit.
Fox felt the same and his usually sexily tousled hair is slicked back tidily.
I can’t wait to run my fingers through it and mess it up later.
I take the lead, making my way to Jazz’s class, gently knocking on her door before entering.
I freeze in place for a moment as I’m hit with the warmth of her smile.
God, she’s beautiful. Between her smile and the heat of Fox at my back, I’m not sure I’ll survive the class, let alone the thought of being with the two of them. They’re too good, too pure, too -
“You got this babe. Just breathe and let me do the talking. And before you freak out, you deserve everything you want in this life and more,” Fox murmurs, placing his hand on my shoulder, the weight of it enough to calm the thoughts.
“Look everyone, it’s our fancy models for the day, Deputies Ellison and Gardiner!” Jazz waves her hands around in the air, to hype us up.
We get a lukewarm response from the kids.
Elio looks up at us, then goes back to whatever it was he was doing and Rodney points two fingers at his eyes, then at me, then back to himself, letting me know he’s watching me.
Jackson, the tiny boy in the wheelchair stares wide-eyed while a couple of the little girls give me shy waves and then giggle behind their hands.
Jazz beckons us closer, then leans in, her fresh almost green apple scent washing over me, filling my senses with everything her.
“Sorry, but it seems some of the girls have developed crushes on you two.” She looks up at me then glances at Fox from under her lashes and tries to hide her smile, so as not to give away our conversation.
“Their secret is safe with me,” I whisper, my lips tipping up at the edge.
Fox mimes zipping his lips and throwing away the key then hits Jazz with a wink.
“Hey! No winking at the teacher! And no flirting on my time!” Rodney says, whilst mean mugging Fox.
“Rodney! There is no flirting going on anywhere. Especially not in this classroom.” She gives him a stern look and I realize what a precarious situation I’ve put myself in.
That look does something to me and I avert my eyes and stare at the wall. The wall where there’s a painting of what seems to be a huge, brown dick painted in the middle of what looks to be trees. Of course it has Rodney’s name on it.
Fox groans quietly behind me as Jazz continues to use that teacher voice and face on the kids, going over what’s appropriate in front of guests.
“She needs to stop that, I can not pop a chubby in front of a class of special ed kids,” Fox hisses.
I try to keep my snort to a minimum, but all that does is draw the attention of the little boy in the wheelchair who stares at me until I have to look away. To be out-stared by a kid with glasses the size of binoculars is humbling.
“OK deputies, if you could just pop up here,” Jazz places her hand on my forearm to guide me to a makeshift platform but I’m rooted to the spot from where her hand has sent an electric wave through my body.
Fucking hell man get it together! Instead of doing anything cool, calm, or collected I just nod my head like a bobblehead and hope for the best.
“Ok, how do you want me?” Her eyes flash with what I’m hoping is heat and a blush rises up her chest, interesting. Her gaze darts away and she clears her throat.
“Um, well, the kids have a suggestion box of how they would like our models to pose.” She manhandles me to the side a little, then moves Fox to stand beside me. “So, if I just get you two to stand like that for now,” she backs away, hands up as if we’re going to run at any moment.
Like we would even try. I know Fox has been all in since the night of the club, and since I pulled my head out of my ass I know that I’m on the same page as well.
In all our talks about what we wanted from a woman, she’s it.
Kind, thoughtful, sassy, family oriented and fucking gorgeous.
It’s a bonus that she has a great family and a mom who isn’t above stabbing people who deserve it.
“OK class, let’s have Elio come up and do the draw!” Jazz says in a perky voice.
Elio looks like he’d rather have the earth open up and swallow him whole, but he does as he’s told, very slowly moving to the front of the class where Jazz holds a colourful bucket with what must be the kids names all over it.
She shakes it around, spinning this way and that, even grips it by the handle and makes a full circle with her arm, and the kids go wild. I get it, it’s a cool trick.
“OK Mr Elio Landry-Tombs, have a rummage in there and pick out the pose that our friends will be holding today.” Jazz smiles softly and it does something to my chest.
Elio reaches his hand in, makes a show of flopping it around a few times in the bucket before his hand comes up with a scrunched up piece of paper between his fingers.
Rodney snorts and cackles and my ass tenses up. What are the chances that Rodney’s suggestion is nice and normal? Like standing with our hands on our hips or something.
“Oh, ah, ummm,” Jazz’s eyes flick up to mine before darting to Fox’s then back to the messy, ripped piece of paper in her hands.
“It’s OK, we’re here to please,” Fox says in his calming voice. “Hit us with it!”
“Ah, um, OK,” Jazz clears her throat, pasting a big smile on her face, “And the winning pose is… drumroll please,” the kids slap the tables in front of them in no type of rhythm whatsoever, “Karate Kick punch in the groin.”
Of course it fucking is.