Page 58 of Teacher's Pet

I don’t bother with a retort. Instead, I press myself against him, letting the liquid courage take the wheel.

Maybe this is what I need; a good, hard fuck to erase the idiot from my head. I practically saved him from the nightmare he was living. And a baby? He didn't even want kids.

I moaned against the tall stranger as his big hands cupped my ass. The size of them reminded me of that morning with Nathan.

The morning of pure bliss when he held me close and murmured in my ear, showing me exactly how good his voice sounds low and rough.

The stranger hoisted me onto the counter, spreading my legs a little. I let him without a thought.

“Fuck,” he muttered against my mouth. “Wanna take this upstairs, sunshine?”

I giggled, voice slurred. “Yessir.”

I bite at his neck, and he groaned.

“Oh, feisty. I like that. You gonna be a good little slut for me in bed?”

“Mhh… yessir.” I tried to stand, but my legs weren't fully cooperating.

He didn't seem to mind. Smiling, he led me toward the stairs. I tripped on the first step.

Jesus, the stairs weren't even uniform. Landon needed to fix that.

The guy cursed and swept me into his arms bridal-style. I couldn’t help but giggle and tug his mouth towards mine.

We finally found a bedroom, but it was already occupied. The stranger kept moving until we reached a smaller guest room in the back.

“Perfect. I’m going to do such dirty things to you.”

He opened the door, only for us to find Landon inside with someone. Whoever it was yelped and dove under the covers.

Landon cursed, scrambling to cover himself, then spotted me.

I waved. He narrowed his eyes.

“Sorry, man.” The stranger smirked. “Just trying to find a place to give this blondie the ride of his life.”

“Yessir,” I slurred. Apparently, it’s the only word my mouth wants to say tonight.

I really needed water.

“Dude, are you good?” Landon stepped closer, studying me.

“Yesssir!” I grinned, but he didn't smile back. His eyes locked on the stranger holding me.

“I’ll take him from here. He’s drunk.”

The guy scoffed. “He’s fine, just cock hungry.”

He’s not wrong. I nodded along and smiled at Landon, but he still glared at the stranger.

“I don’t care. He’s too drunk to put out.”

I scoffed but before I could protest, Landon grabbed me and yanked me out of the guy’s arms. “Stop fighting me, Ryan.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw the stranger’s irritated expression. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Landon said flatly.