Bend Me Over (Gloryhole Omegas #2)

Chapter 1

Gia

“Alright, class, I think we’re done for the day. You’re free to leave. Have a great Christmas break and remember to be safe. Can’t wait to hear about your holidays when you come back.”

The sounds of scraping chairs and backpacks rustling instantly fill the room.

“Don’t seem too eager to get away from me.” I joke, chuckling as I shake my head, stepping around my desk and moving to sit back in my chair.

“It’s not you, Miss Lock,” one of my students, Liam, shouts. “We’ve just been dying for a school break and Troy is throwing a party tonight.”

“Don’t tell her that.” Tyson, another one of my students, shoves him. “She’s the teacher.”

“Yeah, but she’s Miss Lock. She doesn’t count.”

“I don’t?” I ask, amusement in my tone as I cross my arms. “Why is that?”

“Because you're like what, twenty-five? You're chill.” He shrugs.

“I’ll take that as a complement.” I grin. “But I’m not twenty-five. Try thirty."

“Really?” Liam asks, sounding surprised. “Well shit. You got a banging body for being an old lady.”

My eyes widen as snickers break out around the room.

“What the fuck, man?” Tyson groans. “I’m sorry about him, Miss Lock. Sometimes he doesn’t think before he speaks.”

“Please be mindful of your words and the fact that I’m your teacher, Mr. Thomas.” I direct at Liam.

“Sorry, Miss Lock.” At least he looks genuinely sorry, if the blush to his cheeks is worth anything.

“Go. Have a fun weekend. Be safe. And no partying!” I look between the two of them.

“He was just joking,” Tyson lies and I try not to roll my eyes. “No party this weekend. But we are going to a concert." His eyes light up.

“Fuck, man!” Liam says excitedly. “I almost forgot about that.”

“Language,” I remind him.

“Sorry,” he says.

“How could you forget we have tickets to Twisted Destiny! They’re only the best rock band ever.”

“They’re not that good,” I mutter, the reminder that my stepbrother and his band are back in town instantly puts me in a weird mood.

“Are you crazy?” Liam looks at me with wide eyes. “Sorry, Miss Lock. But I don’t think you know your music. I heard you listening to Kesha.”

“Hey!” I defend. “Kesha is great.”

“Ah, yeah sure.” Tyson rubs the back of his neck.

“Whatever. Get out of my class.” I wave them off.

Grabbing their bags, they hurry out of the class.

Once the last student leaves, I let out a heavy sigh.

It’s been a rollercoaster the last couple of weeks with all the prep and getting everyone prepared for their end of semester exams.

Not going to lie, I’m looking forward to the break. I could use some time to myself to just relax and recharge.

What I’m not looking forward to is Christmas supper. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Mom and stepdad. They’re great people. They just can be a lot.

And with Trenton and Max coming back, I know all the attention will be on them. Normally, I couldn’t care less. It’s something I’m used to.

But I’d just like to enjoy Christmas and not have it overshadowed.

I want to bake cookies with Mom, not have her distracted asking the guys a million different questions.

And I want to sit and watch movies without Mom pausing it to ask Trenton something.

I know it’s going to happen, they haven’t seen my stepbrother in three years aside from the occasional video call.

Can’t blame the guys. They’ve been busy with touring and recording albums. It’s like as soon as one ends, another begins.

I couldn’t imagine living that kind of hectic life.

I like my little life I’ve built.

My job is great, I love teaching, molding young minds.

Although, it’s not always easy.

I’m the youngest teacher in this school, starting here fresh out of college. For the past six years, I’ve been dealing with not only the teachers hitting on me, but the students as well.

Nothing is more awkward than coming to school to do my job and having a newly presented Alpha student trying to hit on me.

It’s like they think just because I'm an Omega, the fact that I’m older and their teacher doesn’t matter.

It’s the biggest reason why I’ve started wearing scent blockers. The last thing I need is to accidentally find out I’m scent matched to one of my students.

I shudder at the thought.

It’s not easy, it comes with its hardships and sometimes I go home crying, wondering if I made the right career choice.

But when I come into work, see the smiles on my student’s faces when they learn something new and are proud of themselves for succeeding, it makes it all worth it.

I just wish I didn’t have to keep coming home to an empty house.

A knock at the door catches my attention and I bite back a groan when I see who it is.

“Hey, Gia.”

“Hi, Ed.” I do my best to give him a polite smile, but he’s the last person I want to see today.

“So. Any plans for the Christmas break?” He shoves his hands into his pockets, leaning against the doorway.

Great, he’s blocking me in. Lovely.

“Yup.” I smile wide, gathering my things, hoping he takes the hint that I’m getting ready to leave.

“Oh, yeah? Like what?”

“The usual Christmas things.” I don’t look his way when I answer, shoving my laptop into its bag.

“Are you going to the Christmas lightup?”

Damn it, I knew he was going to ask that.

I could lie and say no, but if he plans on going, he might see me there and know I lied. But if I say yes, he’s going to ask with who. I could say I have a date, but again if he goes and sees me with just my best friend, Sienna, and her new Alpha, James, he’d know I was lying.

So, I stick with something safe. “Not sure yet.” I tell him, grabbing my coat and slipping it on before sliding my bag strap over my shoulder.

“If you're not going with anyone, I was wondering if maybe we could go together.” And there we go.

I do my best to give him a bright smile. “You're a nice guy, Ed. And I appreciate your interest, but like I’ve said before, I don’t date colleagues.”

“I know you’ve said that before, but you’ve never given me a reason why. It’s not against policy.” His brows furrow, pushing the subject.

“It’s against my own policy.” I cross my arms over my chest, just wanting this to be done with.

I hate confrontation and I don’t want to cause issues with the people I work with.

But I’m not going to let that scare me into agreeing to go on a date with him.

“It’s my way of protecting myself. Because if things get messy, it could cause drama at school and I just want everyone to get along. ” I smile. “I hope you understand.”

“But we could be perfect together. How do you know this will end badly if you don’t even give me a chance.”

Ed isn’t a bad looking guy, he just isn’t my type. And this whole pushing me when I’ve turned him down more than once is a major turn off.

“I gotta get going. I’m meeting my friend for drinks after work.”

“Drinks?” his eyes light up. “I could use a drink. Can I come?”

Is this man for real?

“No, Ed.” I smile, stepping around him. He follows me out as I lock up my classroom.

“Why not?” he presses as I walk down the hallway.

“Because I have plans with my friend,” I tell him, starting to get pissed off. Why can’t people just take a hint?

“I don’t mind hanging out with your friend.”

“I’m sure her Alpha would,” I snap back.

“Gia, why are you being like this.” He grabs my arm, pulling me to a stop. I swing wide eyes up at him. Is he fucking touching me?

“Let go of me,” I say in a low answering tone.

He lets go, taking a step back. “I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

“Yeah?” I say, glaring at him. “Sure didn’t seem like that. I was trying to be nice, but I need you to understand nothing will ever happen between us. So, please stop asking me out.”

His eyes grow dark, nostrils flaring.

“Is it because I’m older than you?”

“What?” His question takes me off guard.

“You like them younger don’t you?” he spits.

“What are you talking about?”

“Alphas. You like the attention all the Alpha students give you. That's why you won’t go out with me, because it could lead to something more and you wouldn't be available for them.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

” I shake my head. “You’re fucking crazy.

And you better watch yourself. You know the school policy.

So unless you want to get fired, I’d shut your mouth.

Now. I’m not fucking any of my students, I don’t want them in any kind of way.

Just like I don’t want you. Take the rejection, Ed.

A bruised ego is better than being unemployed," I snap before throwing open the door and storming out.

Once I’m in my car, I lock the door and scream.

This is why I don’t date anymore. I’ve had nothing but a string of bad luck.

Why can’t I just find a normal Alpha or two. Grown men who can respect an Omega, treat them right, not expect things just because of our designations.

Any date I’ve gone on, they expected sex. Or expect it to lead to something exclusive. For me to be their Omega and have their babies.

I’m not against kids, I love them. I’d love to have a few of my own. I’d just like to get to know someone first before signing my life over to them.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to just go off my scent blockers and actively search for my scent match.

Still, that doesn’t guarantee the Alpha I end up destined for is a good person.

That's why the arrangement I have going for myself works.

For the past few years, I’ve had a bit of a side job working at a members exclusive sex club called The Nest.

It started off as a means for some easy extra cash because teachers don’t get paid enough.

The Nest isn’t your typical sex club, and it’s not exactly a BDSM club. We describe it as more of a sophisticated gloryhole club.

Yup. You heard me right. Gloryhole. And no, not the stick your dick in a hole to be sucked kind of place, although that is one of the stations. It’s so much more.

It’s a place where you can go and get the kind of attention you crave, or the release you need without the awkward meet and greats, or worrying about a second date.