Bad Professor (An Alpha Male Bad Boy Romance) (98 page)

"Slow down, Chloe. I want this to
last." He slipped his hand into my hair, and I groaned loudly as my body
flooded with wetness.

He wasn't the only one that wanted it to
last.

A knock at the door behind me had him
growling loudly.

"It's Brian, dude. Let me in."

"Go away," Finn groaned, and
looked down at me as I continued to fuck him. He licked at his lips and put his
focus back on me, watching me intensely as I let moans roll out of my mouth and
sucked him harder.

When I moved one hand to stroke his sack,
his eyes rolled back in his head as his mouth dropped open.

He came hard, and I took my time drinking
him down and cleaning him up.

"Dude, really? I can hear you guys in
there. It's fucking freezing out here." Brian hit the door twice.

Sitting back on my heels, I helped him get
his pants back up and stood up, leaning over and kissing him twice as he tried
to catch his breath.

"Where are you going? Don't leave. I
want you here with me." He called out as I grabbed my purse and opened the
door.

"Hey, Brian. Good to see you
again." I looked over my shoulder and winked at Finn. "Have fun with
your guy's night. There are sweets up here for you to share. I'll see you
tomorrow, baby."

His angry pout was beyond beautiful and it
only got worse as Brian stopped me.

"You don't want any of these treats,
Chloe?"

"Nope." I licked my lips and
glanced at Finn. "I already had mine."

Chapter 28

Finn

I watched Chloe go, and wondered why the
fuck I'd agreed to Brian coming over. He had been with me the last day at the
hospital, and now instead of making love to my woman, I was hanging out with
the guy I used to egg houses with.

"Hey, what was that all about?"
Brian picked up the bag Chloe brought over and dropped down in the chair next
to the couch.

"She just came over to give me those
goodies and make sure I was all settled in."

"If you want her to stay, I can
totally go, Finn." Brian pulled out a cookie, inspected it and ate it in
three bites.

"No, we're spending all day tomorrow
together, I think." I nodded toward the cookie. "That any good? Can
she bake?"

"Delicious," he groaned and
pulled out another.

"Give me one." I sat up and
reached for it, laughing as he clamped his hands down on the bag.

"I mean, tastes like shit. You don't
want this. I'll take one for the team and eat them all for us." He bit
into another cookie.

"Give me the bag, you ass."

He tossed it to me and I dug through it,
pulling out a few candies and three cookies.

"How are you feeling? You still
wanting to go into town tonight?" He licked at his fingers.

"I'm alright. A little tired, but
I'll live." I bit into a cookie, surprised at just how good it was. Not
only was she gorgeous, willing to give me a blow-job to make me feel better,
and wicked smart, but the girl could bake a mean cookie. "I'm asking her
to marry me."

Brian laughed and stood. "Alright.
Let's get this show on the road. It's getting dark, and you know I hate how bad
people drive around here."

"It's the tourists. All these people
flocking in from out of town for the holidays." I reached for his hand and
he helped to pull me up.

"Oh, I know who it is. I still hate
it regardless." He snagged one more cookie and walked to the door.
"You want to grab something to eat, too?"

"Sounds good. Get my thick jacket out
of that hallway closet and my red hat, please?"

"Aye, aye, Captain." Brian got
the items and helped me dress, making me feel like a child again.

We got in the truck, which took forever
thanks to my gimp-ass almost falling five times. I buckled up and leaned back,
grateful that Brian was comfortable enough around me to listen to tunes and let
me have a moment.

The image of Chloe with her pretty pink
lips around my cock raced through my mind and I steeled my resolve. I didn't
need to relive her pleasuring me with Brian in the seat next to me. It wasn't
good for anyone's comfort level.

"Burgers sound good?" I asked,
turning my head to see what his reaction would be.

"Yeah. What are we looking for,
anyway?"

"I want to get Chloe a necklace,
Milly some new mittens, and Dad a new jacket. The mall might be our best
bet."

"It's Friday night before Christmas.
You realize it's going to be a fucking madhouse, right?"

"Yeah. It's all good. We'll be quick
about it and get back to the house for some TV."

"Quick about it? With you trying to
carry your big ass around on those toothpicks?" He huffed. "This
should be good."

"Are you calling me fat?" I sat
up as he pulled into the overcrowded parking lot at the mall.

"Yeah, a fathead." Brian glanced
around. "You sure about this? Look at this place."

"It's all good. Come help me out of
the car and let's get this shit over with."

"Fine. Let's get the gifts and
eat." Brian got out of the car, and I opened my door and grunted as he
helped me to my feet. "Be careful and don't slip. Busting your ass is
funny when you’re healthy. Busting it now would be another trip to the
hospital."

"Shut up, and stop treating me like a
child." I positioned the crutches under my arms and moved toward the
escalator that would lead up to the chaos.

"Let's swing by the old Vanning place
on the way to get a burger." Brian suggested and reached out to help me,
but I swatted him off with my crutch.

"Why? I can't afford it,
anyway." I glanced to my left as three girl's going down the other side
called out to me.

"Finn! Is that you? What
happened?" The blonde in the group puffed her bottom lip out.

"You poor baby. You need us to take
care of you?" the brunette threw in.

"No thanks, ladies. I'm good." I
turned back up as Brian called out.

"I'm not good. I could use some
TLC."

I laughed and got off the moving
staircase. "Come on and stop looking needy. That's half your
problem."

"I
am
needy." Brian moved up beside me and looked around at all
of the people. "What are the odds that we're going to run into a hundred
women that call out your name? This is going to be depressing."

Someone called for me behind us and I
rolled my eyes. "We'll be done soon."

"Not nearly soon enough," Brian
mumbled.

* * * *

We stopped by the old Vanning place on our
way over to Burger Stop, but as I suspected, someone had purchased it. It was a
beautiful old mansion that was built in the early nineteen hundreds. It would
have been the perfect spot to turn into a ski lodge, the lodge I'd been
dreaming about since I was a teenager.

"Hey, you still down about the old
mansion?" Brian reached over and squeezed my shoulder as we walked up to
the restaurant.

"No. It's going to be years before I
can ever consider getting my own fixer-upper. Someone made a good purchase.
I'll just be interested to see what they do with it." I shrugged and
almost lost my footing.

"Be careful, man. Shit. Your dad will
kill us if you get hurt again." He held the door for me, and I laughed.

We would always be fifteen in our heads,
no matter how old we got.

The hostess showed us to our seat, and I
ordered a drink before pulling out the blue box that had Chloe's necklace in
it. I popped it open and ran my finger over the forever heart. "You think
it's too much?"

"What? No." Brian reached across
the table. "Let me see it up close."

I handed it to him, and let my hands drop
back into my lap. "I love her."

"Really? Already? It's been two
weeks." Brian looked at the necklace, shrugged and handed it back to me.
"She's going to love that. It's pretty, and honestly, I think it's just
about showing that you cared enough to get her something. You get extra points.
You're on crutches and you got her something."

I smiled, knowing I could always count on
Brian to make me feel better. I left the conversation on my feelings for Chloe
for later in the evening, and if he wanted to talk about it, he was going to
have to bring it up. I didn't want to have to defend something that made no
sense, and yet it just was.

"This is true." I picked up my
drink and took a long swig of it. "Oh, man, I found out what was up
between my dad and Chloe's."

"What? Tell me."

"They grew up together, like you and
I did, and then in college I guess Jonathan fell in love with some girl, and
Dad stole her right beneath his nose." I shook my head, not being able to
fathom something so horrible happening between me and Brian.

"Damn. That's awful. I don't know
what I would do if you did that shit to me." Brian sat back, sipping at
his beer and looking around.

"So, her dad totally got the girl
drunk and slept with her in a place he knew my dad would find them." I sat
my drink down, deciding that I'd leave the fact that it was my mother off the
table. That was too personal to share.

Brian almost spit his beer, but caught
himself. "Are you shitting me?"

"No. Crazy. It's been thirty years
and they are still at each other's throats over it."

"I imagine so." He picked up his
menu. "Do you think they'll ever fix it?"

"You know, I don't know. Dad was
pretty torn up about it when he told me the other day, which means he still
cares about Chloe's dad. I think between her and I, we can get Dad hooked up
with Milly and help him work through this stuff with Jonathan. He mentioned
something about talking to him to clear things up for me and her, but I told
him no thanks. I need to work on that relationship myself."

We paused to order our burgers, but the
minute the waitress left, “my big sister” Brian showed back up.

"Hey, look, I know this is absolutely
none of my business, but what are you going to do when Chloe goes back to Cali?
Long distance relationships suck for people who are mildly sexually active. You
are what we would call extremely sexually active. How is that going to work
out, exactly?" He lifted his hands as I gave him a stare. "I'm just
concerned and wanted to make sure you’ve really thought through this. That's
all."

"First of all, you're right. It's
none of your business, but since I know it's bothering the hell out of you,
I'll explain my thoughts on it."

Brian lifted his beer toward me.
"You're a good man."

I rolled my eyes. "If she goes back,
which I don't think she will, then I have two choices. I can stay here and we
keep in touch, visiting when we can and spending a lot of time on Skype and the
phone, or I go with her."

"Go with her? Are you insane?"
He sat up and hit the table with his knees.

"Lower your voice. Everyone's going
to be in our business, and I don't doubt that there are several girls in here
that I don’t particularly want to see right now."

He glanced around and lowered his voice.
"Right. Are you insane? You can't leave here. Your dad's here. You love it
here. Fuck...I'm here."

I laughed, and sat back in my chair.
"I don't know what's going to happen, Brian, but if she wants to be physically
together and is willing to try things out, then we have to live in L.A. or
here. That's going to be up to her."

"You are a snow-shoveler. What are
you going to do in California?"

I leaned forward and pressed my hands to
the table. "Go back to school and get a degree? I shovel snow because my
old man needs help and I'm his only son. I have other talents."

"I know, dude. I didn't mean it like
that." He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "I just don't
like it. I mean, like, at all."

"I know you don't, but I really think
she's the one. We'll find out as we get closer to the time she's supposed to
leave, but her dreams are out there, Brian. She wants to design a line of
clothing for people in warm weather."

"And, you want to build a lodge for
families who like to ski. That's here. You can't do that out there." He
shook his head and sighed heavily again.

"I know, and for the first time in my
life, I'm alright with that. I'm in love with her. Giving up my dreams to see
hers come to fruition is okay with me. I want to give that to her. To support
her fully."

"You're fucking crazy. This right
here is why I don't date."

I laughed. "You don't date because
you're scared to talk to girls."

He tipped his beer toward me and smiled.
"That right there is the second reason."

Chapter
29

Chloe

It was incredibly hard to leave Finn the
night before when all I wanted to do was curl up next to him. It took most of
the night to calm my racing heart, but after a glass of wine and a movie with
my brother, I was finally ready to crash. Having to respect his and Brian's
relationship wouldn't have even been on my radar a few days back, but after
seeing the hurt in my dad's face over him and Clark, it was something to be
concerned about now.

I woke on Saturday morning to my phone
ringing on my night stand. I yawned loudly and reached for it, too cozy to be
in a bad mood.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby. Where are you?" Finn
sounded as if he'd been up for the last two hours.

I rolled over and looked at the clock,
surprised to find it was ten already.

"I'm still in bed. I guess I stayed
up later than I thought." I yawned again and sat up.

"Well, get your fine ass dressed, and
get over here. Oh, and pack a bag. I want you in my arms tonight. I'm
twenty-seven. I don't like guy's night. I want my woman with me," he
growled.

"Mmm...I like the sound of
that." I moaned into the phone playfully.

"If you plan on us doing anything
today besides making love, you need to tread carefully. I've had you once,
which was a teaser that's left me a grumpy ass bear."

"You shouldn't have thrown yourself
down the side of that mountain, and we could have fucked twenty times
already."

"I hate me right now."

I laughed at how cute he was.
"Alright. I'm getting up and packing. Are we going out today?"

"Yes. I had Brian take me out last
night for a little while, but I didn't find the jacket I want to get for my
dad. You mind helping me find it today? We can have dinner at this great
restaurant downtown that overlooks a deep gorge and then back here. Sound
good?" His voice sent goosebumps running down my arms and legs.

"Sounds great. I'll pick you up in an
hour."

"Thirty-minutes."

"You're so bossy right now."

"You like it," he chuckled.

"Actually, I love it." I let him
go and got up, moving faster than I really wanted to, but the anticipation of
seeing him drove me forward.

I moved through the kitchen and ruffled my
brother's hair as he ate a donut and played on his phone.

"Where're you going?" He glanced
around.

"To Finn's house. I'll be back
tomorrow."

"You better. It's Christmas Eve. Dad
would blow a gasket if you didn't." He extended another donut in the air.
"Need food?"

"Yes. Thank you." I snagged it
and held it in my teeth as I jogged to the door, pulling my bag over my
shoulder as I went. "I'll be back tomorrow. Love you."

"Yep. All the girls do."

I rolled my eyes and walked into the
garage to find Dad's car already gone. He didn't work on Sundays, so I had to
assume he was out with a woman. Where we needed to get Clark to see Milly as a
viable candidate for romance, I desperately needed to get my dad to stop
whoring around. He was a handsome guy with so much to offer. It made no sense
that he would not only use women like Finn used to, but let them use him. There
wasn't any good in living that kind of life.

* * * *

I used my key at Finn's, not wanting to
have him get up seeing that he was crippled for the time being. He wasn't in
the living room, so I called out, not wanting to scare him.

"Hey. I'm here."

"I'm in the bedroom. I can't figure out
how to get my damn pants over this cast." He grunted, and I walked in to
find him sitting on his bed in sexy black boxer briefs with one leg in his
jeans and the other not.

I pressed my fingers to my lips, not
wanting to laugh, but he was so far beyond cute.

His warm brown eyes moved across my face
as his expression turned to anger. "Really?"

"I'm sorry. You're so cute." I
moved toward him and slid my hands along his face, pulling it up toward me and
bending down to kiss him soft and slow. By the time I was done with my
greeting, his expression was relaxed and he looked a little dizzy.

"Hot." He licked at his lips,
and tugged at his jeans again. "What am I going to wear?"

"What did you wear with Brian last
night?" I pulled the jeans off and tossed them behind me.

"Sweats, but I'm not wearing those
with you. You're my girlfriend, and we're going to a nice dinner." He ran
his fingers through his hair and grumbled under his breath.

"So, let's not go to dinner."

"No. I want to. It's the holidays,
and besides, the restaurant is right by that festival of lights that I want to
show you."

"Then, I'll cut the seam of your
jeans and expand the leg where your cast is." I moved to pick up the
jeans, but waited until he gave me the okay.

"Yeah. I forgot you were a
seamstress. Shit. Is there anything you can't do?" He smiled, and reached
for me.

I jerked out of his way and walked to the
living room. "Where would I find scissors?"

"The drawer next to the stove in the
kitchen. Hurry back in here. I want more of your kisses."

"If I give you more kisses, we'll be
staying here today."

"Then, let's just do that. Dad sits
in the damn office all day, anyway. He doesn't need a new jacket."

I laughed and worked on the jeans until I
was satisfied that they would work. Walking back into the bedroom, I stopped to
pick up a cookie from the plate I'd sent over.

"Did you like these?" I lifted
it and took a bite.

Finn reached for it. "Hey! Those are
mine."

I tossed his jeans at him and walked to
the bathroom. "You can share, handsome boy."

"Anything for you, actually."

I looked out of the bathroom and smiled.
"Anything?"

"Anything."

* * * *

It took far more time than Finn seemed
okay with on finding his dad's coat, which left us having to pick up a hot dog
at one of the street vendors for the festival of lights, but I didn't mind so
much. The show was beautiful, and after a few minutes of walking around,
someone felt bad for us and offered us half price on a horse drawn carriage
ride.

We got in and leaned back, snuggling up to
each other and letting the various colors and styles of Christmas lights lull
us into a great mood.

"Oh." I sat up and looked around
at him. "Dad told me what happened between him and your dad."

"Yeah, mine did, too. So sad."
He reached for me and pulled me back down. "We need to get them to talk it
out. It was thirty years ago."

I leaned in and kissed him, mumbling my
agreement. The warmth of his fingers playing along the edge of my shirt caused
my blood to burn, and looking at Christmas lights didn't seem so spectacular
anymore.

"I'm ready to go," I mumbled
against his mouth.

He licked at my lips and drew me down for
another kiss before moving back. "Tell them to stop this thing and let's
go home. I want to hold you all night. You up for that?"

"Yes. More than you know."

I helped him out of the carriage, which he
didn't seem to enjoy at all. He was used to being independent, and the last
thing he wanted was my help to get him in and out of places. He grumbled at me
as I got him out of the truck at home and I whipped around on him, tired of his
pride.

"Hey. I'm happy helping you." I
poked my finger into his chest. "I would pick you up out of a wheelchair
and move you around every ten minutes if you needed me to. This isn't going to
last long, so stop bitching about me helping you and just be grateful that you
have someone that loves you and is willing to do it."

He pulled me to him and wrapped his strong
arms around me, looking down at me as the snow started to fall all around us.

"You love me?"

I hadn't realized I'd said it out loud –
moment of truth.

"Yes. With all of my heart." I
touched his face as he dove in for a passionate kiss.

I opened myself up to him, turning my face
a little to give him more room to play.

His hands moved down my back and squeezed
my butt softly, kneading at it as he pressed his erection against my stomach.
He broke the kiss and we both panted softly, knowing that it was beyond time to
get into the house and share ourselves with each other.

"I love you, too." He kissed me
again, this time softly. "Now, help me in the house and make love to
me."

I smiled and moved back.
"Gladly."

When we got into the house, he moved to
the bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed and letting out a long sigh.
"Damn, that was honestly exhausting. You'd think after me snowboarding all
my life and working outside shoveling snow, these crutches wouldn't be that big
of a deal, but they are."

Reaching for them, I put them against the
wall and bent down, working his boots off as he watched me.

"It's a different set of muscles
you're using, Finn. You'll get used to them, and by the time you do, they'll be
gone." I moved up and kissed him as I tugged his socks off. There was an
odd comfort of being in each other’s presence that let us move into doing
common things for each other that I wouldn't have thought of doing for Seth. It
was like we had been married for thirty years, and whatever he needed, I was
ready to give it.

He pulled his shirt over his head, and
then reached for mine, pulling it off of me. I wrapped him in a hug as he
worked on my bra. He pulled it from my shoulders and pulled me back up against
him, scratching at my back as I groaned softly.

"Move up on the bed, baby." I
stood and worked my jeans off as he used his arms and good leg to push back
against the mattress. His efforts caused his chest and stomach muscles to
contract, and I watched intently, needing to drag my lips across him slowly.

"Like what you see, Chloe?"

I turned and slid my panties down my legs,
bending over and putting myself on display for him.

He growled loudly, and I stood up,
glancing over my shoulder as I tugged my hair down. "Like what you see,
Finn?"

"Mine," he grumbled and beckoned
me to come to him.

I crawled up the bed as he licked his lips
slowly. Scooting down, he lifted his hips, pushing his jeans down, and I moved
in to do the rest.

"You're so fine," I whispered
and brushed my cheek along the side of his arousal, kissing the head of his
cock as I moved up his body.

He stiffened and let out something like a
whimper as I drug my tongue from the center of his stomach up to his neck. His
hands pressed on my back and I flattened myself against him, enjoying the
warmth of his flesh against mine.

"I could stay like this forever.
You're so far beyond perfect. Why do you want me?" he asked as he turned
his face toward mine and stroked his hand over the curve of my ass over and
over again.

"Because you're every fantasy I've
ever had. In the bedroom and out of it." I pressed my hands to his chest
and sat up, shifting my hips forward and pressing back against his dick as it
rubbed along my wetness.

He groaned loudly and pushed hard against
my hips, impaling me on him.

"Oh my God," I moaned and let my
head fall back as he latched onto my hips and lifted me enough so that he could
jerk up and down, fucking me from below.

"I needed you so bad, baby," I
said. I used my body in a way that left me able to take control from him any
minute, but completely subservient to what he wanted.

He laid back and released me as his
breathing got off kilter. "Whoa. Just a minute. We need a condom. Grab one
from beside the bed."

I pulled off of him and got the condom
before crawling back onto him and straddling his stomach, facing away from him.
I worked to get the condom on as he leaned up a little and licked at my back
while his strong fingers squeezed the thick curves of my hips and rear.

"Fuck me this way. Please." He
pushed at my lower back, and I looked over my shoulder.

"Anything you want," I said.

"I want this." He cried out as I
took him inside of me.

I leaned back and pressed my hands to his
chest, digging my nails into him and lifting up, working him slowly as I tried
to ignore the building pressure he caused inside of me.

His hands pawed at my back and ran over my
shoulders as his hips met mine thrust for thrust. I made love to him with my
heart, moving in the ways that had his breath catching and whimpering loudly to
let him know how good he felt inside of me.

"I'm gonna come, Chloe." He took
hold of my hips and squeezed hard.

I leaned forward and pressed my hand
against his thighs as I rolled against him fast and hard. The cry that left him
shot me over the edge and I joined him, taking all that he would give me and
knowing that I'd never need anyone in my bed but him.