Chapter 35 #2
Still, I nod and tell Mike I will before heading back to my office, remembering I have to change out my instruction notes for Chance’s class.
I shut myself in and round my desk, staring at the letter. Like all the others left for me, it’s written in all caps in blocky, almost elementary writing. I don’t know anyone who writes like this.
I check the app on my phone but only see the empty hallways outside of my office and my classroom. No movement was tracked from when the janitor mopped the floor last night and when my students started milling into class this morning.
“Fuck me,” I grunt, and shove my phone in my pocket. I’m no closer to figuring out who’s stalking me than I was when they left the first threatening letter.
Not knowing what else to do or how to figure it out, I push the entire situation from my mind, hoping it’ll all blow over soon and make my way back to my classroom.
Hopefully, Chance doesn’t distract me too much.
Knocking at my office door has my head raising from staring at my computer. A smile spreads across my face as both Chance and Thorne stand at the entrance.
Chance holds up a sandwich. “Hey, Professor. I’m here for our scheduled meeting.”
I roll my eyes but wave him inside. “Come on in. Shut the door behind you.”
With the door shut, Chance bounds over to my desk, turns my chair around, and kisses me soundly. “You looked really good in front of class today,” he mutters against my lips before stealing another kiss.
It’s hard having him in my class. I can practically feel his lips on my skin and his hands on my body. His mouth around my cock.
I grin up at him. “You’re a menace.” He moves around the desk, clearing the way for Thorne to kiss me as well. “You know one of those football players clocked the hickeys,” I say. “I’m sure he’s going to spread a rumor.”
“Already did,” Thorne says, though I’m not sure if he’s happy about it or not. He just looks so placid. “I heard that you were late because you had to bang your girlfriend before work.”
I nearly choke on my spit. “What? Really?”
“Mhm.” An almost dangerous glint enters his eyes. “Maybe Chance and I should have fucked you into the mattress since you were already late.”
Chance clears his throat. “I think it’s my turn to be fucked into the mattress.”
I bark an unexpected laugh. They’re both so ridiculous, but fuck, I love them.
I probably shouldn’t. It’s foolish and I’ll probably be left with my heart broken, but we only get one life, and I want to spend mine loving them.
A smile tilts up my lips as I watch Chance take a hearty bite from his sandwich and Thorne pick at the polish on his nails, his lip piercing pulled between his teeth.
But the smile falls as my gaze catches on the note still on my desk. My heart hammers against my ribcage as I think about what it means. Someone is obsessed with me, and I can’t help constantly looking over my shoulder. I only ever feel truly safe when I’m with Thorne and Chance.
Something has to give though. I have to—
“You’re frowning,” Thorne says, crossing his heavy booted foot over his knee.
“Am I?” I ask, smoothing my expression.
Thorne shoots me a deadpan look. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
He’s so demanding, but damn if that doesn’t send a flutter to my belly.
Sighing, I just push the note closer to him. Thorne reads it, Chance leaning over so he can as well.
Thorne’s eyes are stormy with anger when he looks up at me. “You weren’t going to tell us?”
“I was,” I answer, though I’m not sure if that’s the truth.
I’m tired of letting this shit affect my life.
I want to go back to the days where I was boring—going to work, teaching classes most of my students didn’t pay attention to, and going home to either watch television, grade papers, or swim in my backyard pool.
Not this bullshit where I’m practically on edge every time I come to my office or enter my classroom.
As if he’s lost his appetite, Chance puts his sandwich down and crosses his arms over his chest. “We need to call the cops. It’s been what? Almost two months and someone is still pulling this bullshit? Rush week was ages ago.”
In a voice barely louder than a whisper, I say, “What if it’s not a frat boy? What if it’s been some unhinged person this whole time?”
Thorne balls up the small piece of paper in his palm, his knuckles cracking from how hard he’s clenching his fists. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, I swear it.”
“You might look scary, but can you really protect me from someone trying to hurt me?” Thorne wings up an eyebrow, and I almost believe he can. But I can’t allow him to do that. Whatever is going on, it’s on me. “Thanks, but I’ll figure it out.”
“The fuck you will,” he growls. “I’m going to make sure whoever is stalking you ends up a fucking footnote, do you understand?”
I shrink back from his furious tone, but fuck, it’s so fucking sexy. My cock hardens, twitching in my pants as I stare into his blazing eyes.
His hard tone and demanding presence shouldn’t be hot, but maybe I’m into that sort of thing.
It takes effort to nod, my mind stuck firmly on Thorne railing me on my desk for not listening. “I understand.”
“Fuck, I love when you get all growly,” Chance says to Thorne, then turns his chair to face him so he can attack his mouth. Thorne grips him by the back of the neck, their kiss rough and deep.
I watch, my mouth going dry. Why is it almost hotter to watch them than it is to be involved?
They just look so good together. Chance’s light to Thorne’s dark, the combination fucking explosive.
When Thorne breaks the kiss, he looks over at me, eyes blazing. “You’re coming to my place tonight.”
Again, not a question, a demand. But I’d never tell him no.
I open my mouth to answer, but Chance’s phone rings, the blaring startling me.
Chance fumbles with his cell and answers quickly. “Yeah, hi.” He looks at me and Thorne, then turns away to whisper, “I can’t talk right now. But yes, send it over. Thanks.”
When he hangs up, both my and Thorne’s eyes are on Chance. He tries to look innocent, but he fails miserably. “What?”
“Who was that?” Thorne asks, jealousy coloring his tone.
“My bank.”
Thorne looks skeptical but doesn’t call him out on the lie.
Is Chance up to something? Is he thinking about leaving us? Does he have someone else?
My stomach sours at the thought. I hope that’s not the case. I’d hate to lose him when I’ve just come to terms with my feelings for them.