Page 36 of A Lesson in Deceit (Mystic Riegan Duet #1)

Riley

I snatched my phone from the desk, before it could vibrate any louder. Asher didn’t move to look in my direction but simply kept teaching. I sighed in relief and then refrained from the loud gasp I wanted to let out when I saw the text.

RIVER

I may or may not have jerked off to the memory of you gagging on Grayson's cock.

I quickly looked to check my immediate surroundings, seeing that Corrin was looking straight ahead and the guy next to me was typing away on his laptop.

I’m in class. You can’t tell me things like that.

RIVER

Ah, yes. I’m sorry that you should know how hard you make me.

I’m well aware of what I do to you.

RIVER

Oh yeah? Tell me more.

Not now.

RIVER

Now is the best time, gorgeous. My class is boring and I miss you.

Aren’t you sweet.

RIVER

I miss you. I miss the cute way you cuddle up in the fetal position when you sleep and the way your cunt squeezes my dick when you’re about to come.

Jesus, River.

RIVER

Grayson feels the same way. You may be an addiction, tsk tsk.

I started to tune out Asher and the rest of the class, thinking back to that night.

The vivid image of feeling so full and satisfied filled my mind.

I remembered their hands on me and the way they looked at each other at times had my heart racing.

I thought about the way they were so in sync with one another when it came to how to treat my body.

I could still feel the way River felt inside of me while he pushed me closer to Grayson, making me take his cock deeper into my mouth.

It was like the taste and the overwhelming sensation of it all was still present and heady.

I suddenly felt the urge to create friction between my legs.

I wanted to recreate that feeling I was remembering.

The thought of River and everything else was gone and all that was available in my mind was the feeling of pressure between my legs, rubbing where I wanted it.

I didn’t understand what was going on, but I didn’t want it to stop.

It was like I wasn’t thinking of anything or anyone in particular anymore, but I was still getting pushed closer to the edge.

The sensation between my legs grew and I wanted to beg for it to give me more.

Whatever this dream was, it was providing me with the greatest distraction.

I could feel the back of my neck start to sweat and I wanted to spread my legs more and increase the pressure. Whatever this was had a mind of its own and I could feel my breathing increase. I had kept my mouth closed up until this point but the moment I opened it; a short moan came from my lips.

I felt a kick at my leg and I blinked, bringing myself back into the present.

I looked over to see Corrin giving me a questioning look.

A hushed silence fell over the room or had it always been this quiet?

I flicked my eyes up to see multiple students looking at me, including one very annoyed professor.

Asher put the cap on his dry erase marker and cleared his throat.

“Would you care to answer, Miss Monroe?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing witty wanted to come out because I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about.

All I was aware of was that I was pretty sure I just moaned out loud.

It was small but it happened…and the universe should swallow me whole right fucking now.

A different kind of heat was blooming inside me and that was one of sheer embarrassment.

The ticking of the clock overhead was almost grating as I attempted to regain my composure.

I didn’t understand what the fuck— wait ….

I had been daydreaming. I had been daydreaming in a class with a teacher who uses dream magic.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” A few giggles echoed in the room and all I could think was, of course, River had to be the reason I got called out.

The man isn’t even here and he gets me into trouble.

I had been thinking about River and then my mind went to an unsafe territory and his brother was right there to pick up the pieces and… . make me think I was going to come?

Asher gave me a less than enthusiastic smile, his eyes still keeping that cold calculating glare about them. “You want me to repeat my question?” He showed no indication that he was involved in what just happened nor did he look like he had any remorse about it.

I wanted to sink down into my seat. “I—I…well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

He pointed the marker at me. “Funny. I am well aware of what I can and cannot do. Are you aware of the rules of my classroom?”

I ground my teeth together. “I’m vaguely familiar.”

“Let me remind you. No cell phones unless it’s an emergency. Was your conversation an emergency?”

Corrin had her eyes closed as if she was trying to wish us both out of this fucking room. “No, it wasn’t.”

Asher hummed, crossing his arms over his chest. His biceps made the arms of his shirt tighter.

“Hmm, are you sure? Because clearly whatever it was had you so engrossed you missed my question entirely. I would hate to know I interrupted something so important that you couldn’t think to pay attention to the class you signed up to take and hopefully pass. ”

I wanted to scoff and honestly, tell him to fuck off.

He was the one who made me moan out loud, in front of his class.

“It won’t happen again. I’m sorry.” I would do everything in my power to never daydream in his class again.

I wanted this to be done and over with. I needed him to start talking about different disorders and the new version of the DSM.

“I’m sorry, what?” His tone was a little demanding, but there was a different kind of inflection at the end. It was almost like he wanted to hear me say it because he liked it and not because he wanted some kind of respect as a professor. It could have been both knowing Asher.

I sat up a little straighter, licking my lips. “I’m sorry, sir .” His eyes flashed with this spark of…something. The hand on the clock ticked and Asher finally looked away from me, leaning towards his desk and tapping his phone.

“Alright, put your homework on my desk and get out of here.”

The guy sitting next to me leaned over towards me. “Don’t worry, he fucks with everyone who looks unfocused.” He let out a quick laugh. “Some daydream you were having.” He laughed again, getting up from his seat.

I gaped at him, watching his back as he walked down the stairs. Corrin blew out the longest breath, letting out a shaky laugh. “That was brutally hot.”

“Excuse me?”

She gave me a small shrug. “As much as I hate watching you in a tension filled situation. That was the most intense eye fucking I’ve ever seen. It’s like when I opened my eyes you guys were still going at it.”

“Please stop. Also, I’m dating his brother, so nope.”

Corrin shuffled around me to get into the aisle so we could leave. “And your point is? You have two boyfriends, what’s wrong with a third?”

I walked behind her as we descended the stairs. “I don’t have two?—.”

“Miss Monroe, can I speak to you for a moment?”

His voice caught me off guard seeing as it still sounded stern but a watered-down version.

Corrin looked over her shoulder, her eyes floating between the two of us.

She wiggled her fingers at me as she walked out, giving me a knowing look.

I shook my head at her, watching as the rest of the class filtered out until it was just Asher and I.

“What do you want?” I asked, not in the mood for his snarky attitude that was severely unwarranted. I also really had no interest in talking to him after the stunt he pulled.

He placed some papers in his messenger bag, not looking at me. “You may think I’m being harsh, but I’m owed a little respect as your professor.”

“Respect?! After what you did?!”

He furrowed his brow, the look of faux confusion on his face. “What did I do, hmm?”

I looked over to where I had been sitting and back at him. “You…I…ugh. You know what you did.”

Asher placed his bag around his neck, letting the strap land against his chest. “Perhaps. Hopefully that will teach you to pay attention to my lessons and not mentally gallivant off into less than appropriate territory. I understand my brother has a way with words, especially ones of the provocative variety, but I would think someone that continues to do so well in my class would know how to prioritize her responsibilities.”

“What goes on in my head is my business.” I walked up to him, pressing my finger into his chest. He towered over me, but I didn’t deter my confidence.

“My classroom, my rules.”

“Fine, then I’ll tell someone above your head about what you did.”

He barked out a laugh, looking at me as if I just told the funniest joke he’d ever heard.

“Please do and when they ask you about what exactly I did in great detail so they can file the paperwork correctly, make sure to let them know that you were thinking about getting fucked and that I was just helping you along so that you could go back to being a good student who follows my class rules and pays fucking attention.”

My chest was heaving, but I realized that my heart was also racing. His green eyes glanced down at my mouth and then he blinked, clearing his throat. “I won’t stop you, so by all means be my guest.”

“I’m sure your dad would bail you out anyway. Nepotism is in your favor.”

He scoffed. “There is that. I’m not a fan of it, just so you are aware.”

“I don’t care.”

He wrapped his hand around his bag strap. “Speaking of fathers…is that why you came here?”

My stomach dropped. “What?”

“My question was simple enough. Is your dad the reason you enrolled here?”

“Again, something else that is none of your business.”

He lifted one of his shoulders. “I’m not asking for a shit ton of details. I just want to make sure you aren’t getting involved in something that could involve my brother.”

I gave him a tight smile. “River has nothing to do with anything. I wouldn’t do that.”

“So, you are doing something, little liar?”

I found myself stuttering. “I—I…no. Y—you…fuck… that’s not what I said.”

“Accidents happen, Miss Monroe. Maybe you should just focus on school and not get sidetracked playing Nancy Drew, hmm.”

Accidents happen, yes, but I wanted to throat punch everyone who kept saying that’s what happened.

I also wanted to bust into tears, thinking about how fucking complicated and confusing this had gotten.

The way he said it though, it was like he didn’t quite believe it himself.

I crossed my arms over my chest, severely pissed off.

I had to focus on not letting my voice sound shaky.

“Sounds like you have something to hide yourself, especially since that’s something someone like that would say. ”

He tilted his head to the side, raising his eyebrows for a brief second before walking around me.

Suddenly, I felt him behind me. His voice surrounded me, almost like I could feel him all over my body.

“You seem a little tense. Maybe you should go find my brother to release some of that stress since I didn’t let you finish.

If you’d like me to apologize, you’ll be waiting a while.

Although, from what I’ve gathered about you, you like a little cliffhanger…

to be left right. At. The. Edge …” Each word came out concise and right at my ear.

I heard him walking away and I didn’t realize I was squeezing my thighs together until I finally relaxed.

I swiftly turned around, catching him right as he got to the door. “Is that my homework? Getting myself off, sir ?” I saw his hand flex as it wrapped around the doorknob.

Fuck his dream magic. And fuck this newfound feeling I had towards him, which was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.