Two Wild for Teacher: Lone Star Lovers, Book 6 Read Online Free Page B

you, helpin’ you sink that pond, then maybe enjoyin’ a meal before we sweet-talked you into that pretty bed you’ve got upstairs.”
    “That would never happen. I was your teacher.”
    “See there? That’s a piss-poor excuse, ma’am. Pardon my French, but that was eight years ago. We aren’t kids anymore.”
    “I’m still older than you. Old enough not to want to play games.”
    “Only by five years. Not enough to cause anyone any problems. Unless you don’t think we’re good enough for you. You should know, we ain’t exactly without prospects.”
    Molly held still, resisting the need to squirm beneath him even though the urge was strong. His jeans-covered cock was right there, and the thought of the friction… “You keep saying we . Do you seriously expect me to…be with both of you?” She sniffed. “It’s sinful to even suggest it.”
    He gave her a quick, wicked smile, then did the thing she craved most—flexed his hips and ground the hard ridge right between her folds. “You’ve thought about it, haven’t you?” he whispered. “Even before today. As many times as you’ve caught us lookin’ at you, we’ve caught your stare.”
    She closed her mouth. To deny it would be ridiculous. He’d know she was lying. “If you’ll both close your eyes, and you’ll lift up, I could close my robe.”
    Blue eyes burned. “Molly…”
    It was the first time either of them had called her by her given name. And the sound of it, coming from his lips, was her undoing. Suddenly, she wasn’t teacher and he wasn’t student . They were a man and a woman, gazing into each other’s eyes, and she was beginning to melt beneath the heat of his very aroused body. “Jason…”
    He must have known her resolution was wilting. His smile was softer. More satisfied. “I never gave it much thought, how you always knew, from day one, which one I was. Says something, don’t you think?”
    She shook her head.
    “Says you’ve been aware of us. Thought about us. Know us.”
    “I don’t know anything.”
    “And that’s okay. Because we know a lot. We’ll make this easy for you.”
    “Easy? I have a reputation to protect.”
    “You think we want anyone lookin’ at you, decidin’ you’re a whore ’cause you chose us? We’ll keep this our secret. For a while. Long enough for you to decide whether you’re strong enough to call us your own.”
    Molly nearly wept. Eight years of denial, of subduing every natural instinct, crumbled beneath the weight of his body and steady stare. “I must be out of my mind.”
    “Makes three of us, sweetheart. Crazy in lust.”
    Not love, she noted, but then she knew something about the two of them. Knew their history, at least what she’d gleaned from Gracie Logan, who’d met often with the school counselor because both Mace and Jason couldn’t seem to keep out of trouble. Never anything really bad, just the sort of trouble two rambunctious young men inevitably found.
    They’d been the product of a broken home. Raised by an unmarried mother and a no-account dad until the mother had let life and a substance abuse problem kill her.
    No, neither young man would ever be easy about falling in love. That way led to pain, and they’d taken great care to let the world know they were only interested in short-term pleasure.
    Perhaps, therein lay the answer. For her. A chance to let loose. To explore a part of her life she’d let go fallow. She cleared her throat. “No one has to know?”
    His gaze bored into hers. “Not until you’re ready.”
    She’d never be ready for that. But a chance to have a little fun—without having to find the vibrator at the back of the closet…?
    “She’s thinkin’ about it, Mace,” Jason said without looking away from her.
    “You should let me up. The neighbors…”
    “Mace’ll be our lookout.”
    She licked her lips. “But it’s broad daylight.”
    His hips ground again, this time swaying side to side, opening her. “Better to see you,