Page 187 of Their Naughty Student
“What about Edge’s parents?Does he talk to them?”
I swallowed hard, kissed her forehead.“That’s a complicated story.”
She shifted, and I could tell she was looking at me.“Does he see them?”
I shook my head.“They’re dead.Died when he was sixteen.”
“Oh, my God.”She put her head back on my chest.“Is it something he’ll talk about?”
“If you ask him, yeah.”It wasn’t something hewantedto talk about, I knew, but he would.
“Cav?”
“It’s his story to tell, Jamie.”
“No.I know.I wasn’t going to ask about it.”
Curling my arm around her, I held her tightly.
“You might want to reach out to her,” Jamie whispered.“Your mom.What she did was wrong, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you.Or regret what happened.”
Yeah.I thought about that, too.
Unfortunately, I got her stubbornness.
“Get some sleep, cupcake,” I whispered, curling around her, holding her tightly against me.“I love you.”
She smiled against my chest.“I love you, too.”
When I woke the next morning, I was alone in bed, the door closed.I smiled to myself, peering around Jamie’s bedroom.It was exactly as I expected a woman’s room to look like.There was a pile of pillows on the floor, enough to cover most of the bed when it was made.The closet door was slightly ajar, a few things lying on the floor, a dress hanging on the knob.
I glanced around, noticed the picture of Zeke on her nightstand, along with one of the dog I assumed to be Tank.On her dresser, there were pictures tucked into the edge of the mirror frame.Looked to be family pictures from when she was small.
Family was important to Jamie, I could tell.She’d lost hers at a young age.Tragically.
I heard the sound of voices coming from the other room, knew I couldn’t hide out forever.I figured her friends were sticking around because they knew I was here.
“Might as well get the introductions out of the way,” I muttered as I snatched my jeans from the floor, pulled them on.
Thankfully, there was access to the bathroom from the bedroom, so I slipped in there, relieved myself, then washed my hands and face.There was no point in denying I’d spent the night, nor was I sure why I’d want to.
After getting fully dressed, I took a deep breath and stepped out into the living room, and came to an abrupt stop.
Jamie’s friends had clearly left.Or I hoped they had, considering the compromising position I found her and Edge in, right there on Jamie’s sofa.He was sitting up, Jamie straddling his lap, both of them naked.
Jamie’s eyes opened, met mine, and I saw the heat there.She liked that I was watching them.
“Come for me, sweetness,” Edge urged.“Come all over my cock.”
Jamie’s eyes fluttered closed as she moaned.
Yeah.I could definitely get used to this.
I remained silent as I moved toward the refrigerator, my eyes on them the entire time.They were quite the sight, Jamie’s naked breasts cupped in Edge’s big hands as she ground down on him.
“That’s it, baby,” he muttered.“Take what you need.”
Fuck, that was hot.
