Chapter 30 - Maren
Maren
“Okay, open your eyes,” Miles said, tugging gently at the blindfold.
I blinked against the morning light and took in the street in front of me. My gaze landed on the building, and confusion curled in my stomach. Then I read the signage, crisp against the red brick: Calloway Academy.
I stepped back, heart in my throat. “Wait. What? What do you mean? What?”
Ethan grinned. “Exactly what it looks like.”
But what it looked like… Couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be.
“You— You bought a school?”
Adrian took my hand, and we started up the path to the entrance. “Why choose between two lives when you can have both?”
I shook my head, still trying to process. My chest felt full, almost too much to bear. “This is insane.”
“The kids won’t be here forever,” Miles said, his hand on the door. “We decided that we don’t want you leaving when they do.”
Tears sprung to my eyes, hot and unwilling to be tamed into submission. Miles held the door open and waited for me to go in, but my feet couldn’t move. I felt Ethan’s steady palm on the small of my back.
“We want you to stay, Maren.”
I shook my head. “This is too much.”
Adrian stalked past us into the hallway, arms held wide as he looked around. “Funny, it looks like just enough to me. Maybe you have to look at it from here. Come on.”
They led me down a wide hallway lined with corkboards, already labeled with colorful letters, and the first classroom came into view.
Sunlight poured through the large windows, illuminating desks and chairs that looked impossibly perfect.
I bent over a desk, running my fingers along the smooth surface as if touching it could make the dream real.
“Your students are going to love you,” Miles said, leaning casually against the doorframe, watching me.
“My students,” I said to myself, going back out to inspect the rest of the place. It was all so surreal, my mind was sludge in its failure to keep up.
Everything was just the way I would’ve wanted it if I’d picked the building myself. Everything was perfect. As we drew closer to the admin block again, Ethan fell in step beside me.
“I have to say, this almost makes up for that ridiculous book you gave me.”
“Almost?” His eyes were wide, but he joined me laughing soon enough.
“Oh, before I forget.” Adrian turned round and started walking backward in front of me. He held a crisp envelope in his hand that made me stop.
“No more,” I said, waving it away. “I think I’ll stroke out. I mean it.”
Miles took the envelope and tore it open. “Just… Read it.”
My hands shook as I took the paper from him, eyes raking across the black print with rapid urgency. “But—”
“Student loans, all paid up,” Ethan said with a nod. “So you can focus on your fresh start.”
“Oh my God.” I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard, the pressure of months, of everything, pouring into that one, fierce contact. His hands came up to my back, holding me close, and I could feel the heat building between us.
“Um, hi, yeah, the student loans was my idea,” Miles teased, and I pivoted, pressing a cheeky kiss to his lips in turn. I was just getting into the comforting warmth of his mouth, when I felt Adrian’s hand on my wrist, wrenching me away.
“Now I'm feeling left out.” He crashed his mouth to mine in a heady kiss that turned my knees to jelly. Deep, savoring, it stole my last breath away.
I pulled back, my chest heaving, eyes shining. The building, the sunlit classrooms, the smell of polished wood—it all felt like Christmas magic wrapped up just for me. Like I had finally stepped into a life I’d only dared dream of.
I spotted the principal’s office door over his shoulder, and a sly grin spread across my face.
“You’ve all been very bad boys,” I said, voice low and playful. “And I think it’s time you report to my office.”
A flicker of surprise flashed across each of their faces. I could see it—the immediate reaction, the way their breathing hitched, subtle but obvious.
I raised one eyebrow, curling a finger slowly, beckoning them forward. “Come on. Detention starts now.”
The three of them exchanged a quick glance, an unspoken agreement passing between them, before they followed me obediently. The tension and excitement was palpable.
“This is going to be educational,” I murmured over my shoulder, a wicked grin tugging at my lips. “So take notes.”
Adrian looked at the desk, then back at me. “But how can we take notes if the desk is occupied?”
A spark of heat throbbed in my core, instantly turned on by the mischievous glint in his eye. The look that told me exactly where he wanted me. And when Ethan and Miles didn’t protest, I stripped and climbed onto the desk, parting my legs so they had a full view of just how much I wanted them.
Ethan worked his shirt over his head in one clean move and dropped it beside the desk, his eyes locked on my body like he already had the next ten steps planned.
Behind him, Miles and Adrian moved in closer, the scrape of belts and zippers filling the space while they shed the last of their clothes.
By the time they reached me, the heat between my legs had flushed all the way up to my neck.
My breathing became heavier as I drank in the sight of their naked bodies.
It took a while before my eyes made it back up to their faces, and Adrian was right there. With his hand on my cheek, the other ghosting along my calf, he said, “You look good enough to eat.”
My mouth dropped open, ready for the kiss I was sure he’d meant to give me.
But instead, he dropped his hand to my chin and tilted my head to drop back.
Hands and mouths coasted over my body and I closed my eyes to the sweet sensation of hundreds of little fires lighting up all over my skin.
I knew each of them by touch. I knew it was Miles teasing my nipples, Ethan nipping and kissing my shoulder, my neck. And Adrian. Oh, God.
He pushed my knees wider apart, his mouth leaving a trail of blazing kisses along the inside of my thigh.
“Jesus,” I breathed when his warm breath floated over my pussy.
“It’s Adrian,” he corrected me, and dragged his flat tongue along my slit. From my entrance, all the way up and over my clit.
I slumped back, and Miles lifted my leg to rest over Adrian’s shoulder.
Mostly because I couldn’t do it myself. With his mouth on me like this, there was little I had control over.
Ethan moved closer to brace me with support from his bare chest. I reached down, curling my fingers through Adrian’s hair and gripping hard as he focused all his attention on me.
His technique was enthusiastic and practiced.
A little bit rough… Determined. I lost myself in that hot, wet mouth, lost myself in the feeling of his fingers inside me and his mouth on my clit, guiding me closer and closer to where I needed to be.
My hands gripped his hair tighter and he let out a long, deep moan that reverberated through me.
I could feel myself approaching the all too familiar point of no return. The tightness in the bottom of my belly began to unravel and I pulled his hair, tugging him closer as I rode his face. Then, using every last ounce of willpower, I pushed him away from me.
He blinked at me, surprised, the slick from my arousal coating his lips and chin. I gave him a small smile before composing myself. Barely…
"Come here," I murmured, my hand sliding down my stomach and lower still, toying with the narrow trail of hair that led to where he’d just been..
He looked up at my face for a second then, pausing every few inches as he crawled up my body to press a kiss to my searing skin. I watched, admiring his lean, toned body as he moved, peppering my breasts with light kisses. My collar bone, my neck. Then Adrian stopped, gazing deep into my eyes.
I curled my hand around the base of his head and pulled him in.
He parted his lips, inviting my tongue in.
I moaned softly at that first contact, our tongues sliding against each other, my taste sliding from his mouth into mine.
My pussy throbbed with my growing need for more. More of him. All of them.
I slid off the desk and pulled Miles to the edge of it, keeping my hand on Ethan’s where he gripped my waist. He fell into place behind me. I liked that. A lot.
Miles looked at me with fire in his eyes, stroking himself in that slow, deliberate way he did whenever I watched him.
The lines of his abdomen dipped, pulled tight with restraint.
He was already so hard for me—they all were—and it intensified the pulse of anticipation in my swollen clit.
I needed them. I wanted them to fill me up.
As if reading my mind, Miles reached for me, bringing me right up against him, his cock pressed hard against my belly.
His hands moved with practiced ease, hooking behind my knees and hiking me up so my legs were around his waist, feet resting on the desk behind him.
I held onto his shoulders for support, breathing out a ragged breath as I lowered myself onto the full length of his dick.
He groaned loudly, lids fluttering with the sensation of my pussy clamping around him.
Then he lay back, keeping tension in his hips to make sure I was at just the right angle.
Ethan gripped my waist from behind, and reached around to dip his fingers into the wetness gathered there. He sucked a breath between his teeth. “Fuck, Maren… I love how wet you get for us.”
That last came out like a pained grunt, and he bucked his hips hard, his hard-on grinding into the small of my back. I felt him stroke his cock with my slick before spreading some to my hole. Preparing me.
A shudder of anticipation raked through me. This is what I’ve wanted since we were trapped together in the snowstorm. Since I first experienced what it was like to be so impossibly filled with them. To have every molecule in my body resonate with nothing but them and what they were doing to me.