Getting Schooled (The Wright Brothers Book 1) (10 page)

As soon as he touched my clit, I came unglued.

“Ahhhhhh
,
Jay!
”

A powerful shudder wracked my body as I came, sending tremors radiating all the way down to my toes. My throat was already raw, but I couldn’t seem to stop crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure rocked over me. I screamed again as he slammed into me one last time, with a thick growl in my ear as he released.

My breath was still coming in shallow pants, and tears streamed down my cheeks as Jason pressed his face to the back of my neck. I let out a heavy sigh as he lowered my feet back to the ground, then hurriedly tried to suck in more air. My heart was still racing when he tightened his arms around my waist, and planted several kisses along my shoulder. He was still inside of me, still throbbing, and my body reflexively clenched around him, again and again, like it was saying
more, more, more.

“Goddamnit,” he muttered, pushing his face against my neck again. “That was…”

“Incredible,” I supplied, still out of breath. I swallowed hard, and then ran my tongue over my lips as I moved my hands from the wall, and placed them over his. My eyelids drifted closed as he pressed his lips to the little hollow behind my ear.

“I mean, I was gonna say it was
aiight
, but…”

He was out of me, and a few steps away in a flash, easily dodging my swatting hands. He chuckled as he jogged out, presumably toward the bathroom. I let my dress fall back to its proper place, though it was thoroughly wrinkled now, and stood there for a few awkward moments.

Okay… what now?

Contrary to my bold behavior, booty calls weren’t really my thing… I hadn’t thought to discuss with him how I was getting home. Was he driving me back to my car? Did I need to call a cab? Those thoughts were still running through my mind when I heard him come back into the room, and I turned around. He was standing there in the doorway to the hall, naked, and the sight made my breath hitch in my throat.

The shorts were gone now, so I could see all of him. Beautiful body, beautiful dick, even the complicated metal workings of his prosthetic were fascinating, and striking. New moisture built between my legs as my eyes raked over him.

Why does he have to be all sexy and friggin… bionic? Not fair.

Like he knew what I was thinking, a smirk spread over his face, and he held up the bath towel in his hands. He walked into the living room, spreading it over an armless chair, and then sat down.

Jason ran his tongue over his lips as he looked me over, then raised his arm, cocking a finger at me. “Get naked, and bring your ass here.”

- & -

“And then what happened?” Devyn asked, her eyes wide as she leaned over the shelf at me. We were in Tones & Tomes, a local, black-owned bookstore that we both loved.

I lifted an eyebrow, then took a sip from my low-fat, low-sugar, low-fun latte. “What do you mean what happened?”

“I mean what did you do after he said that?!”

I sucked my teeth, wrinkling my face at my friend. “Girl what do you think I did? I got naked and took my ass over there! Did you forget I said that dick made me
cry
? Where the hell else would I go?”

Devyn erupted in giggles and I followed suit, laughing until my eyes watered. She grabbed me by the hand, pulling me down onto a bench in the quiet store, keeping her voice low.

“You know, I thought your ass had lost it when you texted me that you were going to that man’s house. But I’m starting to think it may have been your best decision this year. Like, have you seen yourself in a mirror? Forget
glowing.
Your ass is luminous.”

I giggled again, blushing as I hung my head. It was Sunday afternoon, a time I almost always spent with Devyn, and my Friday night with Jason was still
very
fresh news.

We were up most of the night, sexing each other until we passed out. I woke up in his bed, feeling amazing, but sore. After a quiet, awkward good morning exchange, he drove me back into the city for my car, and I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in these two days since then.

Which was fine. I’d already gotten
exactly
what I needed, and beyond.

I pushed my braids out of my face, and shook my head. “Girl, I’m still trying to understand how the best dick of my life came from a man with a prosthetic leg. How the hell does any other man compete with that? He was picking me up, tossing me around like it was nothing, insane stamina, and his
body
… whew. It’s really
not
fair.”

Devyn laughed. “So when are you doing it again?”

I scoffed. “Girl,
bye
. I’m not.”

“Are you crazy?!” Devyn asked, her voice rising as she took me by the shoulders. “Don’t you dare do this to me!”

“To you?!”

She nodded. “Yes, to
me.
Girl, that story is the most action I’ve gotten in a
while
working these long ass shifts, and studying for the extra certifications for this job. I need you to fuck him again, for me.”

“You are sooo stupid!” I laughed, shaking my head. “But nah, we don’t even like each other, you know? I think the sexual chemistry was probably kinda destined to boil over eventually, but… no. It was much needed distraction for me that night, but that’s all.”

Devyn pouted, then playfully bumped my shoulder. “You’re so mean. Won’t even fuck that man again for your friend. Guess I gotta do it myself.”

I started laughing again, but then Devyn’s expression changed, shifting into more serious. “Wait, it’s probably too soon for a joke like that.”

I sucked my teeth. “Please –I know you wouldn’t do any shit like that to me. Your name is
not
Olivia.” Devyn got really quiet, looking at her hands, and picking imaginary dirt from her nails. I pushed out a little sigh, and rolled my eyes. “Go ahead and say it, I know you want to.”

“Say what?” she asked, her eyes big with false innocence. “I don’t even have nothing to say about that whole situation. Other than that I told you that bitch wasn’t worth a damn. And neither was he. I mean, it’s right in their names – shady, grimy, shadowy gray ass Grayson, and sneaky, envious, snake green ass Olivia. Even their parents knew they weren’t gonna be shit, and named them accordingly.”

That time,
my
eyes went wide, and I covered my mouth to keep from laughing. Devyn was crazy, but she was right. I’d scrubbed my house free of any hints of Grayson, and I was glad I already had both feet out the door on that relationship before I found out about him and Olivia. That made it easy as hell not to spend any time crying because I was hurt– just pissed off at the betrayal, and glad to be done.

“Hey,” she said, and I looked up. The anger was gone from her expression, but the seriousness remained as she met my gaze. “Outside of all of that though… how are you feeling?”

I let out a little sigh and then sat back, planting my hands beside me on the bench. “I feel okay. Like,
actually
okay.”

We were two days past the anniversary of my father’s death, and while I still wasn’t feeling exactly myself, I was better than usual. The pain numbed a little more with each passing year, but it still hurt. This year, my recovery time was probably connected to the fact that I hadn’t drunk myself into a stupor or drugged myself to sleep with prescription pills, which was how I’d spent the first years. I was trying to do better though. Natural methods to get to sleep when I had trouble, and distraction instead of self-medicating.

But whether or not a one-night stand was a “healthier” coping method was pretty damned subjective.

“Good,” Devyn said, nodding as she patted my hand. “You know I laughed my ass off when E told me what you did at Refill, right?”

I shook my head. “I’m
so
not proud of that moment.”

“Girl why? Cause
I
sure the hell am.”

Devyn broke into another peal of laughter, and before long, I joined in. I was still laughing when I felt eyes on me, and glanced up.

My gaze fell right on Jason’s.

I fought the urge to look away, and instead let my lips spread into a little smile. He was across the store, standing with an older man I recognized as the owner of the store, and another man who was a little shorter and slimmer than him Jason, but sexy too.

Jason lifted his chin at me in a subtle acknowledgement, and then turned back to his conversation. I finally dropped my gaze, only to find Devyn looking at me with a huge grin.

“Is
that
Sgt. Wright?” she whispered, stealing a glance at the three men.

“In the olive shirt? Yeah.”

Damn why did that color have to look so good on his skin?

He was in a deep green Henley that clung to his chest and stomach, with the sleeves pushed neatly up to his elbows. Dark jeans slung low on his hips, perfectly worn leather boots… I eased my braids over my chest, trying to hide my rising nipples.

“Girl…”

I looked back to Devyn. “What?”

She grinned. “That’s it. That’s the only word I can find.”

“Trust me,” I said, shaking my head. “I get it.”

The group of men began to move, heading toward the back of the store. As they passed, I felt his eyes on me again, and looked up. He slowed down, watching me, and I cocked an eyebrow at him before me I rolled my eyes, wrinkling my nose at him. He shook his head, then shot me a wink as a sexy smirk spread over his lips.

My stomach clenched, and I squeezed my thighs together as I looked away. When he was gone, Devyn stood up, laughing as she reached for my hand to help me.

“Now,” she teased, “After I just saw you react to him like that… Don’t you dare tell me another lie about how you aren’t sleeping with him again. I know a challenge when I see it.”

Nine – Jay

F*ck Up Some Commas
blasted through my earbuds as I lifted the weight over my chest one last time. I took a breath, then racked the barbell, sitting up to nod my head at the gym employee spotting for me, before he moved on to another patron. I was done, and my muscles were exhausted.

Too bad it wasn’t time to go home.

After my shower, it would be time to head to campus. I was
beyond
glad that once I finished this year, I’d be the proud owner of a shiny new mechanical engineering degree, with a focus on automotives. I wasn’t gaining any new knowledge in the classes that actually related to my degree – just confirming what I’d already learned in the army. But, the internships I’d found in the field – at least the ones that led to the good jobs - wanted you to have the piece of paper, so the next thirty credit hours would find me at BSU.

I took my time cleaning off the weight bench, since nobody was waiting for it. Even though I had somewhere to be, I had to walk through the cardio area to get back to the showers, and I wasn’t looking forward to that shit at all.

I made a mental note to get myself a weight set for home, sooner than later.

When I couldn’t put it off anymore, I pulled out my phone, tugging the cord to my earbuds from its secure spot under my shirt. I hooked them up again, but nothing was playing. I just had the phone out, hoping that the sight of it would make these women leave me the fuck alone.

Apparently
,
I didn’t have that kind of luck.

As I approached the area that housed the spin classes and didn’t see the normal crowd outside, I got excited.
Hell yeah, they’re already gone
, I thought. Unfortunately for me, that wasn’t the case. The door swung open as I approached, and about thirty women came streaming out. I didn’t stop moving, but I saw them so they definitely saw me, and about two seconds later, it started.

“
Jaaay!
”

“
Awww!
”

“
I so admire your strength!
”

“
Do you need anything? Anything?
”

Plenty of men would have loved this type of attention, but I wasn’t one of them. It was one thing for women to flock because they thought I was attractive – it was a whole other thing for me to get this attention out of pity.

The sympathetic looks made me sick to my stomach, and the sympathy pussy was even worse. I hadn’t even really dated in the time I’d had my prosthetic, because every time a woman found out about it, she wanted to “help” me, and “take care” of me, instead of just treating me like a regular ass human being. Obviously, that wasn’t counting the ones who were freaked out by it, as it if I were contagious, or an invalid, or… shit, some type of alien controlling a life-sized human doll.

Fuck
all
of that.

I gave those women a weak smile, and kept walking, trying not to let it affect my mood. Logically, I knew they didn’t mean any harm. Just like when my dad and brothers worried too much, and got overbearing with the checking in and the phone calls. They did that because they cared. The women reacted like that to me because it was human nature to be sympathetic to a disability, it was what “decent” people did. On the basketball court, other men would act like I was delicate, or fragile, until I fouled somebody hard enough to make them mad.
Then
I could get a real game.

But I couldn’t foul
those spin class chicks into not feeling sorry for me, and nothing I said seemed to effect the treatment from my family. I just had to take it, and I’d be lying through my teeth if I said the shit didn’t get tiresome, as well-meaning as they were.

Not the princess though.

I couldn’t help the grin that spread over my face as I thought about Reese’s reaction the other night. It was Tuesday now, four days since that unexpected run-in at Sammy’s had led to
other
unexpected things, and that image was still vivid as hell.

The way her expression changed when she realized what I was showing her – fascination, instead of pity. Her words –
does your dick work? Then stop making excuses and give me what I came for.
And her actions
.
She hadn’t been skittish about my ability to perform, or pick her up, or just handle her, physically. She was all into it, no hesitations. She trusted me to give her what she said she needed, without questioning my capability, and I was… honestly?

Grateful as hell for the experience.

I’d woken up way before she did the next morning, and went for a run to burn off residual sexual energy. It had been a minute for me, and I wanted to wake Reese up to go at it again, but once she woke up and was all extra quiet and shit, I figured it was for the best that I hadn’t.

I didn’t know if I’d fucked the mean out of her or what, but in the few times I’d seen her since then, she was different. Not in a bad way, just not the same. In the bookstore Sunday afternoon, in the library Monday… she hadn’t been the woman I was slowly getting used to.

I wondered if I was going to see her today. I had a meeting with Professor B to discuss midterm grades, and the email to set those up had mentioned the possibility of her grad assistant sitting in on the meeting. We were given the chance to opt out and keep the meeting private, but of course, I hadn’t. Because I wanted to see her, even if I couldn’t explain why, not even to myself.

How did she feel about the other night?

Was she still upset about her little lame ass man doing her friend?

Was she still down about her father?

That stuff had been swirling in my mind since I dropped her off at her car Saturday morning, and still made rounds through my brain while I showered. If I saw her today… maybe I’d ask.

- & -

“Knock knock…”

The pen Reese was chewing on dropped from her hands as she looked up from her laptop. Her eyes searched the doorway for a second, then widened in recognition before she wiped her expression blank.

“Mr. Wright, the professor is running a little bit behind. There was an accident on the parkway, and she’s stuck in that traffic. She’ll be a few minutes.
Several
minutes. So if you want to reschedule, we can do that, or you can wait here, until she makes it in.”

I blinked several times at the blandness of her response, and then studied her for a few moments. She had half her braids pulled into a ponytail right on top of her head, while the rest of them framed her face and rested on her shoulders. The oversized sweater she wore dipped low on one side, exposing the delicate gold chain around her neck, and one bare shoulder. It made me think about the dress she’d been wearing last Friday, which made me think about her being bent over in that dress last Friday.

“That’s it? No smart remark? No insult, still?”

She shrugged. “I told you I wasn’t engaging you while I was in official capacity here at the school. So yes, that’s it.”

“Oh, okay.” I nodded. “I get that. I was thinking: Damn… maybe I really
did
fuck the mean out of her.”

Reese’s eyes went wide, and then she dropped her head, covering her face with her hand. I could tell she was trying her hardest not to laugh. Even when she looked up at me again with a scowl, those big browns of hers were sparkling with amusement.

“I’m not mean, I’m just not some little delicate flower. And even if I was… you didn’t “fuck” anything out of me. I saw you and remembered you were sensitive, and went tattling to my mother last time. Are you waiting, or rescheduling?”

“I’ll wait,” I said, closing the door behind me, and chuckling as I sat down. “I’m done with classes for the day, so I’m not in any hurry. And for what it’s worth, I had no idea she was your mother when I wrote that email.”

“Sure you didn’t.”

“I
didn’t
,” I insisted. “How would I? It’s not like y’all have the same last name, or look just alike.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t think we look alike?”

“Not enough that I noticed it with her in her glasses. I mean, I see it
now
, but before… nah.”

She nodded. “Interesting. You’re not very observant.”

I laughed. “Here we go, huh?”

“What?” She smiled, leaning back in her chair as she played with the end of one of her braids. “That’s not an insult, just an observation. Because I
observe.
”

“If you were so
observant
, you’d remember that I
did
fuck something out of you.
Jay, Jay, Jay, right there, Jay, oh my God, Jay,
” I said, imitating her feminine tone.

Once again, her eyes went wide, and she pressed her lips together tight to keep from smiling. “You sure you want to wait? Don’t you need to, I don’t know, go study, or go to work? Something.
Anything.
”

I shook my head. “Not today. Day off.”

“And you want to spend it waiting to talk to your professor about your grade?”

“No,” I grinned. “I want to spend it getting on your nerves.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know, I really wish you wouldn’t.”

“What?” I scoffed. “Don’t try to act like you don’t enjoy this dynamic, like you aren’t having fun.”

Reese pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, scraping it between her teeth before she released it. That little action reminded me that with all the sexing we did that night, we hadn’t kissed, and I couldn’t think of a good reason why not.

“So… you’re trying to “have fun” with me now?” she asked.

I shrugged. “Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?”

“I guess you could say that. I’m just making sure you don’t think something changed because we slept together.”

I chuckled. “
Sleep
is the least of what we did.”

“True.” She eyed me for several moments, then let out a little sigh. “All of that
not
sleeping we did, and barely any foreplay. Are you always so eager?”

Oh.

So
she
was thinking about what we hadn’t done too.

“Me, the eager one?” I leaned forward over her desk, heard the little hitch in her breath, and smiled. “You were wet before I even touched you, princess. You’re probably wet now.”

She rolled her eyes. “So typically
male
, thinking that foreplay is just about getting you wet, instead of treating it like an important part of sex, to enjoy just as much as penetration.”

“Oh I enjoy it plenty. Exploring, tasting, savoring, learning the sensitive areas on a woman’s body. It’s important to me.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “But you didn’t do that.”

“Because that’s not what you asked for. You asked to get fucked, so that’s what we did. The other stuff is reserved for someone who belongs to me. You trying to belong to me?”

I was still leaning over the desk, my gaze locked with hers. When I said
that
, she broke the gaze, looking away and clearing her throat.

“
Belong
? Wow, Jason. I thought you were a lot more progressive than that. Thought you knew people only belonged to themselves. That they aren’t objects for you to take ownership of.”

I laughed. “I agree with that… generally speaking. But in a relationship, there’s
absolutely
a certain justified sense of ownership. You’re entering into an agreement – a partnership. Your time, your body, your attention, your thoughts… your heart. That’s not saying that you’re that person’s slave, or that they’re yours. That’s not saying somebody has to bow to your ideals, or follow your commands. But because of the desired, reciprocal connection, yes… a part of them belongs to you, while you’re together.

That’s why we get pissed about cheating, right? Especially “emotional” affairs. They betrayed you, gave away something you thought was yours. Gave away your laughs, your orgasms, your moans, your quiet contemplations. The shit
you
wouldn’t dare give somebody else. It may not be “progressive” or politically correct, but hey… I never claimed to be either. I’m just speaking my mind.”

She nodded. “Okay. I guess I see your point. But you can’t be throwing around the word “belong” all willy-nilly around here. The professor would’ve lit your ass up.”

I chuckled. “And I would’ve accepted my ass-lighting and still argued my point. Wouldn’t budge.”

“You think you could handle her?”

“I handle
you
don’t I?

Reese shook her head, showing me that pretty smile she seemed to like to keeping closely guarded when I was around. “I let you
think
you’re handling me.”

“Nah, I let
you
think you’re not getting handled.”

The smile stayed. “What’s your story, Jason Wright?”