Hissy Fit (The Southern Gentleman #1)(33)

“It’s sex-ed,” Coach Casper interjected. “They’re not going to be upset over Coach McDuff taking over. No offense, but everyone loves Coach McDuff. There’s a waiting list to get into his math classes first and second period.”

There was that.

But I wished Coach Casper wouldn’t try to help…because she wasn’t.

Not at all.

Raleigh’s eyes narrowed on me, and then Coach Casper. The clench of her jaw had my dick hardening.

“I’m perfectly capable taking over,” I offered. “But if Ms. Crusie wants to keep it, that’s fine. I was just offering my expertise.”

Mrs. Sherpa nodded. “Who was in charge of drinks today?”

Raleigh raised her hand. “I am, but I couldn’t carry all eight gallons of tea by myself, so I still have six to go get out of the staff fridge.”

Raleigh stood up as Mrs. Sherpa dismissed her, and I stood up as well. “I’ll help.”

Raleigh’s eyes narrowed. Mrs. Sherpa’s dismissive wave had me smiling—on the inside anyway.

Following behind Raleigh’s practical jog down the auditorium, I found myself grinning ear to ear.

She was like a scared little rabbit.





Chapter 12


Not to brag, but I don’t even need to wear camo to go unnoticed.

-Raleigh’s secret thoughts

Raleigh

I felt like a hunted deer as I practically ran down the center aisle of the auditorium.

I hurried even faster when I chanced a look over my shoulder and found him gaining, despite him not appearing to rush in the least.

Pushing through the auditorium doors, I cursed myself every way that I could muster.

Why had I acted like I cared? Why did I care?

I shouldn’t.

My booted heels clicked on the stained concrete floor as my breathing started to accelerate.

I couldn’t decide whether I liked that he was following me, all intimidating like, or if I didn’t.

I was leaning toward liked it, which was what scared me.

Not with the way he so easily could accept a date by my most hated enemy—though Coach Casper hadn’t done anything overtly mean or confrontational. She just had the bad luck to be pretty and also be attracted to the one man that had always been it for me.

It was when I pulled out my master key—the one that unlocked every single door in the school that all teachers had access to besides the principal’s office and other administrative offices—that it happened.

The key fell from my hand, and I stopped and bent all in one motion.

That was when the worst possible thing happened.

My pants split.

With Ezra standing not three feet behind me.

Face flaming, I stood up very carefully and willed myself to disappear. For the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

I felt everything inside of me scream in embarrassment as I prayed for all I was worth that the rip wasn’t as bad as I feared it was.

I was wrong.

It was worse.

My hand started searching for the rip, and I found it instantly.

It stretched from my belt all the way down the crack of my ass and disappeared into the crease of my legs.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

I heard Ezra hiss in a breath as I felt his body crowd me, his torso blanketing me from shoulder to mid-thigh.

I blew out a shaky breath when I felt his erection press against me.

“Can’t say I’m too upset,” he breathed. “That was the hottest thing I’ve seen all day.”

“W-what?” I stuttered.

He wedged his hand between our bodies and ran the pad of his thumb up and down the bare skin of my ass.

“You’re not wearing any panties,” he breathed against the back of my head, his breath fanning my hair.

I turned to look up at him.

“I’m wearing panties,” I told him. “They’re just sheer.”

He groaned and looked down into my eyes, and it was then that I saw every single bit of desire that I’d seen that night of the tornado.

He wanted me.

Bad.

Just like I wanted him.

I licked my dry lips, and his eyes followed the movement.

Then he said something that I didn’t quite hear.

“What?”

He moved down so that he was even closer to me.

“Better to do this with,” he rumbled against my cheek.

Then his hand skidded around my waist and delved down into the gap the tear had created in my jeans.

Moments later, his fingers found my thong and pushed it aside.

I was seconds away from hyperventilating.

And before I could get my wits about me, he started shoving me until I found myself closed in a dark janitor’s closet.

I had a second to fear the dark, confined space, and then his mouth was devouring mine.

His hands were down my pants, and I was panting into his mouth while trying to figure out what in the hell I was doing.

“Ezra,” I breathed against his wet lips. His soft, plush, bitable lips. “What are you doing?”

“What does it feel like I’m doing?” he asked.

Then he turned me around and yanked my jeans the rest of the way open, making me gasp.

My thong was pushed aside, and I felt the blunt tips of two big fingers testing my readiness.