Page 85 of Mr. Naughty List

“You can thank me if you want, but the rush of having you like that was beyond words.”

“I love you.” Aaron’s eyes flew wide as he clapped a hand over his mouth. “No, I mean—”

“I love you too.” RJ smiled sadly. “We’re gonna crash and burn harder than anyone could imagine.”

Aaron wrapped his arms around RJ too. “Make it all stop so that we don’t get hurt.”

“I don’t think either of us really want that or we wouldn’t be here now.”

“What do you mean?”

RJ chucked up Aaron’s chin. “You confronted your mother. You wore a lacy jockstrap out the other night to flirt with men in front of me. You walked out from work. You didn’t use your safe word last night.” RJ shook his head. “Mr. Danvers, I think you want to get hurt. And I want to get hurt too. At least it means we feel something.”

Maybe we don’t have to get hurt. Maybe it could actually work somehow.

Squashing the rogue blaze of hope, RJ trailed his fingers down to Aaron’s ass. He squeezed, and Aaron trembled in his arms, his newly sprung erection pressing against RJ’s thigh.

“Last night, with you? I felt free,” Aaron said, his breath puffing against RJ’s collarbones. “I didn’t think of anything or anyone except us. I was completely in the moment. Do you know how often that happens for me?”

“Not often?”

“Try never. As for my mom, I didn’t have a choice.” Aaron dug deeper into RJ’s arms. “Carter told her about us. I don’t know if I’d have confronted her otherwise. But telling her the truth and not holding back? Walking out on her? I felt like a man out of prison for the first time in years.” He huffed a laugh. “But this morning…” He shook his head.

“This morning?”

“I don’t want to lose my mom.”

“Oh, Aaron,” RJ rubbed his cheek against the top of Aaron’s hair, breathing in his scent. His hands went back to that ass like always, holding it, gratitude that he was allowed filling him up. “Let’s go out to the living room. Constance is surely plotting my death and you need to eat something.”

Aaron wiped at his eyes and pulled back. “Yes. I need to get myself together.”

“It’s not that. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of. I have to go out to Chip’s studio today. We’re going to start putting down the first few tracks. The one you heard, and a few others I’m playing with.”

“And we need to talk with your mom and Doug,” Aaron said.

RJ wrinkled his nose. “I guess we do? But it just seems so awkward.”

Aaron pulled entirely free from RJ’s embrace, giving him a stern look. “Dating a student’s relative is something I always tried to avoid.”

“Well, we’ve mainly just been screwing, but…”

Aaron rolled his eyes. “You said the second time we were together that we were more than a hookup. You said we were lovers.”

“We are.”

Aaron nodded, poking at RJ’s chest. “That’s not something I ever meant to be with a former student or a relative of a current one.”

“I know. I can’t say I’m sorry, though.”

“No, me either,” Aaron said thoughtfully. “C’mon. Let’s call your mother. We should get it over with.”

“Yes. I guess we should.” He stood up and retrieved the tray. “But first, breakfast.”

During the driveto his mother’s house after a great session at the studio with Chip, RJ tried not to dread what was coming. He failed miserably. Carter was out with his mother and Perri and Beau had a playdate, so RJ had told his mom that he and Aaron were coming over to talk to her and Doug without telling her why.

RJ was happy to see Aaron’s car pull up to Doug and Mom’s house just as he came around the corner. He met Aaron on the sidewalk leading to the front door. Aaron was dressed nicely—the way he did for the classroom—and that meant his ass was on adorable display in lightweight trousers beneath a tucked-in button-up shirt covered in a soft rose print. He looked edible.

“Nervous?” Aaron asked as RJ took his hand.