Chapter 15
BECKHAM
Life is good. That's something I didn’t think I’d be saying anytime soon, if ever.
But it’s the truth.
I’ve been sleeping a lot better, and seeing my alphas more outside school grounds, even if it’s just small moments here and there.
They’ve asked me to come over and hang out, but I’ve declined. Not that I don’t want to, it’s that I’m still… I don’t know, afraid?
I’m a grown ass man. I shouldn’t be this scared. Least of all by men much younger than me, but I am.
It’s like I know that if I’m alone with them for too long, I’m going to sink deeper and deeper into this bond, into a relationship I’ve never had before.
I crave them every moment of every fucking day and it’s driving me crazy.
I’m afraid I’m going to let them have too much control over me and I’ll lose myself. I’m afraid that if I put too much trust in them they’re going to hurt me, take advantage of me.
I know deep down they’re not like that. While they might be strong dominant alphas, they’ve been nothing but patient and understanding of my needs.
I’ve already become too dependent on them and we have hardly seen each other outside school hours. What's it going to be like when we take that next step?
We’re almost halfway into February now, almost two months since finding out these men are mine. And a lot has changed in that short amount of time.
The scary thing is, it’s been for the better.
I keep trying to tell myself I need to be careful, to watch it because these men are younger than me. Not to mention, they’re still my students, but I know it’s just things I’m coming up with to try and make myself feel better about keeping them at arms length.
Things need to change. I want more from them. More of them. I feel like I’m going out of my mind.
This isn’t enough.
I’ve had a taste of all three men and I’m fucking hooked.
I love my job, I really do. It’s so much better than the one I left behind. The staff is amazing, my boss is great and the students are respectful and eager to learn.
But I feel like an asshole because out of all the classes I teach during the week, the only one I look forward to is the class my alphas are in.
Even though it’s the one class I’m off my game the most, my mind wanders to places it shouldn’t.
They are really not going to like it but they won’t be allowed in any of my future classes, not unless they sit way in the back where they are less of a distraction.
Like a damn boy with a crush, I dip into the bathroom and check myself in the mirror, making sure everything is good. Hair is styled back, glasses are clean and on straight, my suit is wrinkle free and I smell good.
No descenting spray today. Not since Alaric texted me telling me he misses how the room used to smell of honey and vanilla.
When I’m satisfied with how I look, I head towards my next class. The class they’re in. Fuck. I need to see them, even just a glance.
I feel like I’m a drug addict and I need just a small hit to get me through the day.
Why did they have to be my students? Why couldn’t they be my co-workers, or someone from another school?
I’m seriously considering saying fuck it when it comes to the professionalism and just claim them for the world to see.
But I can’t. I won’t. Not now. Soon. But not now.
My heart skips a beat and a small curve appears on my lips when I see that shiny red apple. I’ve started to skip breakfast, knowing that I’ll have something waiting for me.
Grabbing the apple, I chuckle softly before taking a bite, moaning at the taste. They really are good. No bruises, nice and crisp. Perfect.
Once I’m done, I toss the core into the trash and get ready for class.
One by one the students come in like they always do. I try to ignore the pounding of my heart and greet everyone with a polite smile as they acknowledge me.
I know when they walk in. It’s almost like the air around me shifts and my body breaks out in goosebumps.
Turning around, I cross my arms and face them, my eyes drawn to them like they’re the sirens and I’m a lonely sailor eager to get devoured by these men.
Jamie gives me a wide flirty grin. “Hey Mr. K. So excited to be here together with my favorite professor. Wanna do me a favor though? Lose the jacket, I can’t see those sexy tattoos if your arms are covered.” He winks before throwing himself into his chair.
It’s so damn hard not to smile at his brazen comments. Before they pissed me off, now I love them. I’m glad he has been like that from the start because no one thinks twice about his inappropriate remarks.
Alaric sighs. “Relax Jamie, your horny is showing.” He takes a seat next to his pack mate and his eyes find mine.
My heart races as I bite the inside of my cheek so my cock doesn’t let him know I love the way he looks at me with those dark intense eyes.
It’s kind of uncomfortable, but I’ve resorted to wearing compression boxers to help hide my cock if it gets hard. Also, I no longer wear form fitting slacks. Something Jamie made a comment on, letting me know he misses seeing my bubble butt in class.
To which I responded that it’s their fault, so suck it up. Then he commented, ‘Oh, I know something I’d like to suck,’ and I had to exit the chat before I was forced to sit through a dinner with my father with a raging hardon. Fun times.
Tatum casts me a smug smile as he walks past, taking his seat. He slouches down in the desk, eyes remaining on me with a knowing look.
My body heats as it remembers the other night, as does my cock.
Fuck.
Clearing my throat, I start class.
I don’t know what's gotten into them, but it’s like they’ve teamed up to torture me. Giving me heated looks, adjusting themselves like they’ve got erections.
And it’s the small things too. Like the way Tatum has his pencil against his lips, it’s just resting there, but fuck, why does it look so damn sexy?
The way Alaric drums his fingers against his desk as he listens to me, his other hand fisting tightly, like he’s trying to hold himself back.
But it’s Jamie who gets to me the most.
He pulls something out of his bag and shoots me a grin. I’m mid-lecture when I see him raise a shiny red apple, the same kind that someone has been leaving on my desk, and he takes a bite.
I know who it is now.
Juice dribbles out and down his chin. My eyes lock on the droplet as Jamie’s tongue snakes out, licking it up. I follow his tongue back to his mouth as he licks his lips slowly and sensually.
I bite back a whine. A fucking whine.
Is he for real right now? I’m in the middle of teaching and this brat wants to mess with me?
It’s time he learns his lesson. And a little respect.
Jamie smirks, knowing damn well what he’s doing to me. Fucker.
I do however manage to get through the rest of my lecture.
The class comes to an end and the rest of the students start to pack up and leave. “Mr. Gable, Mr. Walsh, and Mr. Cross. Please stay behind. I’d like to have a few words with you three.”
“Ohhh.” Jamie chuckles. “We’re in trouble, guys. I hope he spanks us. I’ve been a naughty boy, Mr. K. Teach me a lesson.” He pouts. “I’ll be a good boy after, I promise.”
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, composing myself for just a few more minutes.
They stay in their seats, watching me. Once the last student is gone, I head to the door and close it before flicking the lock and pulling down the blind.
I can feel their eyes on me as I make my way over to the other side of the classroom. Grabbing a chair, I pull it under the security camera and reach up to turn it off.
“Oh shit,” Jamie says. “Is he really going to spank us?” He sounds shocked, but also excited.
Am I? Hmm. Maybe I should.
A little humiliation is good.
Without looking their way, I head back down to my desk, my body humming with anticipation, cock straining against my boxers to the point it’s almost painful.
They don’t say anything, but watch me as I take my suit jacket off and place it over the back of my chair.
Jamie lets out a small groan as I undo the buttons on the cuff of my dress shirt and roll up my sleeves. Stopping in front of my desk, I perch on the edge, crossing my arms as I finally look their way.
All three of them are looking at me with different forms of hunger in their eyes.
“Here’s the thing,” I start off. “The three of you need to learn some boundaries and some respect.”
“Do we now?” Tatum hums, licking his lips.
“And how would you like to teach us, Sir?” Alaric purrs the last part, crossing his arms as he looks at me through hooded eyes.
My pulse pounds in my ears as my brain goes fuzzy. Get a hold of yourself Beckham. You're the one in charge.
It’s just really damn hard when their alpha pheromones are coming off them in waves.
“You should punish us.” Jamie smirks, leaning forward in his seat like an excited puppy. “Make it hurt.”
I lift a brow. My little alpha is a masochist it seems.
“Why do you three think you can come in here and do whatever you please?”
“Because we can.” Tatum shrugs.
“This is my class. And while you’re in here with me, you will treat me with respect.” I narrow my eyes.
“How have we disrespected you, Sir?” Alaric asks, lifting a brow of his own.
“You come in here with your tempting smells, and hungry gazes, looking at me like you want to fuck me right here on my desk.” I growl. “Do you know how hard it is to teach with a fucking boner”
“How hard?” Jamie asks. “I bet it’s really hard. Like rock fucking hard.” He groans, eyes dropping to my dick. “Fuck me,” he breaths out, leaning back in his seat as he palms his dick. “I know I am.”
I clear my throat, my heart racing and I know I’m perfuming, I can’t fucking help it.
“Sounds like that's your problem," Alaric says. “We haven’t done anything wrong.” He looks to Tatum, then Jamie. “Well, most of us. I think this one.” He hikes a thumb to Jamie. “Needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Me?” Jamie asks. “Fuck that. I’m an angel.”
We all snort out a laugh and Jamie scowls.
“I think you're right, Mr. Gable.”