Page 101 of Off Limits Daddies
"And he's shown increasingly inappropriate attention toward you," Noah adds, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "Throughout history, obsession often manifests as a need to control and isolate the object of fixation."
Jack's jaw tightens. "Tell us everything about your interactions with Kyle. Every detail."
Mia takes a shaky breath. "He started giving me gifts early on. Small things at first. A coffee on my desk. Notes saying he appreciated my teaching. Then it escalated. He gave me an expensive leather journal with my initials embossed on it. I tried to return it, but he wouldn't take it."
"What else?" I prompt, watching her face carefully.
"He'd linger after class, asking questions that had nothing to do with the curriculum. Personal questions about where I lived, what I did on weekends, and whether I was seeing anyone." She wraps her arms around herself. "His stares made me uncomfortable. Like he was undressing me with his eyes. But I didn't tell him anything personal."
Heat flares through me, protective and possessive. The thought of that kid looking at Mia like that makes me want to put my fist through a wall.
"When did you establish boundaries?" Jack asks, his voice carefully controlled.
“I tried to right away. He asked me to have coffee with him outside of school. I told him our relationship was strictly professional. That his attention was inappropriate." Mia's voice drops. "He got this look on his face. Cold. Angry. Like I'd insulted him somehow. He said I'd regret rejecting him."
"That's a threat," Noah says flatly. "A clear threat."
I stop pacing and face them all. "He's been escalating. Trying to isolate Mia by driving away the men in her life and destroying her reputation. The notes telling us to stay away from her. The vandalism painting her as promiscuous and unfit to teach. It all fits."
"But we have no concrete proof," Jack points out, his principal brain already working through the logistics. "Everything is circumstantial. We can't accuse a student without evidence."
"So what do we do?" Mia's voice cracks. "Just wait for him to escalate further?"
The question hangs in the air like a challenge. I look at Jack, then Noah, seeing my own frustration reflected in their expressions.
"We document everything," Jack says finally. "Every interaction Mia has had with Kyle and from now on. Every time he shows up somewhere he shouldn't be. We build a case."
"And we don't leave her alone," I add, moving to sit on the arm of the couch beside Mia. My hand finds her shoulder, feeling the tension in her muscles. "One of us is with her at all times until we figure this out."
Noah nods. "I can adjust my schedule. Make sure someone's always available."
Mia looks between the three of us, tears gathering in her eyes. "You guys don't have to do this. This is my mess."
I slide off the couch arm and kneel in front of Mia, taking her hands in mine. Her fingers are ice cold despite the warm room. "You're not alone in this. You hear me?"
She nods, a tear sliding down her cheek. I reach up and brush it away with my thumb, then lean in and kiss her softly. Her lips are warm and taste faintly of salt from her tears.
When I pull back, Jack is watching us with heat in his hazel eyes. Noah's gaze has darkened behind his glasses, his attention fixed on where my hand rests on Mia's thigh.
The atmosphere in the room shifts, tension transforming into something else entirely. Something electric and charged.
"You need to relax," Noah says quietly, standing and moving toward us. "Let us help you forget about today. Just for a little while."
Mia's breath catches as Noah settles on her other side, his hand finding the back of her neck. Jack's fingers trace patterns on her knee, slowly moving higher.
We move as a unit, guiding her to my bedroom. The late evening street lights filter through the windows, casting everything in silver tones. Mia stands in the center of the room, her blue eyes dark with desire and need.
I pull her sweater over her head, revealing the simple black bra underneath. Her breasts are full and perfect, straining againstthe fabric. Jack's hands find the button of her jeans while Noah kisses her neck, his mouth trailing fire across her skin.
But she isn't just standing there, all docile. Her hands are busy stripping us of our clothes. Quite the feat, actually, with so many body parts moving around, hands caressing, and mouths kissing.
Within moments, she's naked before us, her body flushed and trembling. I take her mouth while Jack kneels between her thighs, his tongue finding her center. Noah's hands cup her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples until she's gasping into my mouth.
She wraps a leg around Jack's shoulder, grabs my cock in one hand, and places her other hand over Noah's, showing him how she wants her breast squeezed.
Jack's skilled tongue works her clit while his fingers pump inside her. Noah's mouth moves from her breasts to her neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin there. I swallow her moans, my tongue sliding against hers.
Her hand moves up and down quickly on my cock, matching the rhythm of Jack's tongue. She moans, throwing her head back, then quickly brings it forward again and puts her hand on Noah's chest, tweaking his masculine nipple.
