Chapter 28
Twenty-Eight
Lucas
I can’t take my eyes off Sadie for the entire class. Finals are this week, and we should be focusing on that, but I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful her moans were in my ear last night as I fucked her.
God, I can’t wait to be inside her again.
How the fuck am I going to live without this for a whole year while I’m in England? No one will compare. Not only has this woman flipped my life on its head, but she’s also ruined sex for me.
As the students file out at the end of class, a few stay behind to discuss their essay grades, but Sadie lingers around as if she’s also waiting to talk to me. It takes forever, no matter how I try to rush through each discussion.
Finally, as the last one leaves, I turn my feral gaze on her as she stands with her ass pressed against her desk.
“Get down here,” I say in a hungry command.
She glances at the door. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“I don’t care. I gave you an order,” I say with a smug smirk on my face. I can’t seem to keep my smile away these days .
She tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes as she deliberates her next move.
“Fine,” I reply. “I’ll come to you.”
I take the steps up to where she’s standing next to her desk, and once I’m stationed in front of her, she backs up and grips the surface as she gazes into my eyes. “You’ll lose your job if anyone catches us, Dr. Goode,” she says.
“Then you should keep quiet, Miss Green.”
Taking her jaw in my hand, I tilt her head to the side and kiss my way down her neck from her jaw to her collarbone. She tastes so good, like perfume and her .
Grabbing on to her hips, I spin her around until she’s facing the table. She plants her hands on the surface and pushes her hips back toward me.
“Remember when I spanked your ass on this table?” I say through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” she murmurs.
I undo my belt buckle as I stare down at her back, arched in a soft black dress. Her red hair is draped down her spine. I want to bury my hand in it and pull, bringing her a hint of pain.
“I wanted to fuck you so badly that day, Miss Green,” I mutter. “It drove me wild how much I wanted you.”
The sound of my zipper coming down echoes through the room, and it sounds so wrong in here. But it’s the wrongness of it that makes it that much hotter.
She whimpers as I flip up her dress and grind my stiffening length against her backside.
“We’ll have to be quick,” I say as I drag my cock out of my boxer briefs. It’s already throbbing for her before I even drag her panties to the side and notch the head at her cunt. I thrust inside her without warning, and she lets out a loud gasp.
Reaching down, I cover her mouth as I begin to fuck her. With the other hand, I lightly spank her ass.
“I told you to keep it down, Miss Green.”
She turns her head to stare at me, and I remove my hand to find her biting her bottom lip hard between her teeth. She’s struggling to keep quiet now, but so am I.
I’m fucking her fast, gripping tightly to her hips. I know we have to hurry, but I don’t want this to end. She feels so good around me, warm and tight. I love her soft body in my hands.
“You like your professor fucking you over your desk, Miss Green?” I say breathlessly as I lose my composure.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I love it.”
“I thought about this during the entire class. I wanted to fuck you in front of them. I want to show everyone who you belong to.”
“Yes,” she says again, this time more like a whine than a word.
I imagine someone walking in right now. I picture them finding us like this, and it’s enough to send me over the edge. Sadie is white-knuckling the desk as she trembles through a silent release. Meanwhile, I’m finishing inside her with a loud groan.
I don’t care if they find us. Let them.
At the sound of voices in the hall, I pull out in a rush, turning to zip up my pants. Sadie bolts upright and fixes her dress. The door never opens. It was just a group of students walking past.
But as their voices retreat into the distance, Sadie and I glance at each other for a long, tense minute. Then we both break out in laughter.
She picks up her backpack and watches as I walk down the steps to get my bag.
“You ruined my underwear,” she says with an uncomfortable grimace on her face. I imagine my cum leaking out of her, soaking her panties, and it sends a brand-new jolt of arousal to my cock.
I let out a chuckle, and she swats playfully at my arm.
“Don’t laugh. I have two more classes after this.”
“It’s our dirty little secret,” I say as I lean toward her. Suddenly, I want to kiss her. If I were her boyfriend, I’d take her mouth in a familiar and passionate kiss.
Instead, I back away and avert my gaze. Like the coward I am.
Within walking distance of the house, there’s a DQ that has become a late-night staple over the last few weeks. The mint chocolate chip ice cream bars haunt her dreams, apparently. Never mind the fact that it’s cold as hell outside. Sadie and I are strolling back together as she satisfies her pregnancy craving.
I’ll admit, I derive an alarming amount of pleasure from watching her do that little side-to-side wiggle she does as she takes the first bite. As if it’s so good, she can’t help but dance.
I’ll miss this.
“You know my schedule for next semester still has your name on it,” she says, taking a bite of her ice cream bar as we walk.
“That’s because I’m not leaving until the spring. As of right now, they want me there no later than June first, but I might go early to get settled.”
“Oh, so I get grumpy Dr. Goode for one more semester,” she says with a smile.
“Do people call me that?” I ask.
“I do. But it’s catching on.”
As she laughs, I grab her hand and bring her ice cream to my face, stealing a bite. “I’ll show you grumpy.”
When our laughter subsides, we walk in silence. It’s hard to gauge Sadie’s emotions about all of this. She was upset at Thanksgiving, and I know she’ll miss me, but she’ll be fine. She understands that I’m not a relationship man. This was never going to work, so we’re having fun while we can.
“I can’t help but feel like this baby is kicking you out of your own house. He comes, and you leave.”
“He?” I say, turning toward her in surprise. Did she somehow find out the sex without me?
“It’s just a hunch,” she replies. “I tried saying she for a while, but it didn’t feel right.”
“Have you thought about names?” I ask .
She screws up her face in contemplation. “I like Henry.”
“Henry…”
It doesn’t matter what I think, but suddenly imagining this baby with a name makes it so much more real. It hurts to think about it. And picturing Sadie as a mother is like throwing accelerant on an already burning fire. It’s too much.
“I like Henry,” I reply under my breath as I stare down at the concrete. “Henrietta if it’s a girl?
She throws her head back and laughs. “I like Isla if it’s a girl.”
“Isla or Henry. Both adorable,” I say.
“Thanks,” she replies with a cheesy grin.
“When is the shower?” I ask as we reach the house. Unlocking the door for her, I pull it open and watch as she peels off her shoes without unlacing them, kicking them into the corner next to a pair of brown cowboy boots lying on their side.
“Not until March,” she replies. “My mother is hounding me to find out the sex.”
I help her peel off her coat and hang it on the rack. “Do what you want,” I say. “Don’t let her pressure you.”
“I won’t,” she replies. She’s stretching her back as she walks down the hall toward her room.
I sit on the bench and start unlacing my own shoes when I hear Sadie’s bloodcurdling scream. Bolting from my seat, I sprint down the hall toward her room.
“I’m sorry!” Isaac shouts with his hands up. He’s standing in the middle of the hallway, and Sadie is holding a leather-bound book from my bookcase as if she’s going to use it as a weapon.
I move between them, taking the book from her hand as I softly explain, “He’s my brother.”
“I knew it!” she replies, looking astonished. “You have another brother.”
Turning around, I stare at Isaac with my lips pressed together. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you,” he says with a shrug.
“You could have texted first,” I mutter .
“Sorry. But in my defense, you’ve never had a life before.”
With a sigh, I rub my forehead. “Sadie, this is my little brother Isaac. He’s an idiot.”
“Hi,” he says with a wave.
“Isaac, this is my friend Sadie.”
“Please explain what’s going on,” she argues.
“Let’s sit on the couch,” I say, turning her toward the living room. “I need a drink.”
As I fill in Sadie on everything that’s happened with my brother over the years, her wide eyes are in a constant state of shock.
I reach over and touch her knee. “Sadie, no one knows that Isaac has been living with me, and no one can know that he’s back in Austin.”
She puts up three fingers. “Scout’s honor. I won’t tell a soul.”
As she stares at Isaac, who’s sitting on my chair with his feet propped up on the coffee table and a beer in his hand, I notice the way her expression changes from guarded and stern to warm and welcoming.
“Wow,” she mumbles. “Your dad is an even bigger piece of shit than I thought.”
“Cheers to that,” Isaac says with a smile.
“So, wait…” she says as she leans forward. “You signed with a record label. Don’t you think people will start to recognize you?”
Isaac shrugs. “Eventually. I like being Theo Virgil, though. I’m not ready to be Isaac Goode again.”
“Makes sense,” she replies warmly. Then she turns to me. “Aren’t you afraid Adam and Caleb will kill you when they find out you’ve been hiding him all this time?”
I roll my eyes as I lean back on the couch and take a sip of my whiskey. “It’s okay. I’ll be in England.”
“Wait…you’re really going to England?” Isaac says, bolting upright.
As I meet his gaze, I swallow down a dose of regret with my Macallan. Before I can speak, Sadie cuts in .
“He got accepted to some literature program in England that he’s been wanting to do for years.” She sounds excited for me. Either that, or she’s a good actress.
“For how long?” Isaac asks.
“A year,” I reply.
“And what about you?” he asks her.
She rubs her stomach and stares at him with a question on her face. “I’ll be living here with the baby.”
As Isaac’s gaze travels back to me, I feel about two inches tall. I don’t need to tell him the baby’s not mine. Somehow, he knows. I don’t need to tell him that Sadie is not my girlfriend either. He knows that, too.
How does he know? Because I never change. I don’t defy expectations or surprise anyone. I am who I am. I don’t evolve or shift. I put my work first ten years ago, and I’ll continue to put my work first until the day I die.
It makes my life easy, predictable, and manageable.
It also makes it boring and lonely.
For the first time in my life, I feel the sting of disappointment—my brother’s and my own.