“Me too,” he whimpers, then explodes on my belly as my hips stutter, my cock kicking off inside him, painting his walls.
“God.” I huff out an exhausted breath, rolling to the side while I bring Luca over with me. “Are you okay?” I ask, rubbing his back in soft motions.
He laughs lightly. “Yeah, I feel great. That was unexpected. I figured you’d be tired after work.” He leans up so he can peer into my eyes. “What held you up?”
Sighing, I thumb over his cheek and give him a sad smile I’ve perfected from my time on stage. “Hilman was found on campus. Dead. Suicide.”
Luca gasps and sits up, pulling me out of him with a hiss. “What? What happened?”
“Not sure. I was on my way out and found him on the sidewalk in front of the building. It was… not pretty.”
It was actually one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, his head swimming in blood, his limbs twisted at odd angles. Fucking poetry in its brokenness.
Luca’s shoulders slump. “Jesus. Are you okay? You found him like that? It couldn’t have been easy.”
“I’m okay, little lamb.” I bring him down so he’s lying on my chest, my cum leaking from his hole onto my leg.
It’s fucking perfect… Luca naked in my arms, his warm body against mine. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
“Now you’ll be safe, Luca. No one else will hurt you.”
His breath catches and I realize I said too much. I know he can hear my heart thumping hard against my ribcage, but he simply kisses my pec and whispers, “Thank you, Professor.”
“Love you,” I whisper, loving how the words feel rolling off my tongue.
“Love you too.”
Chapter
Thirty-One
LUCA
All that anyone’stalking about when I go to campus the next day is what happened to Professor Hilman. There are crisis counselors available for anyone who needs to talk, and I see plenty of students signing up for a session.
All I can think is that there’s a part of me—and I really don’t want to say how big that part is—that’s pretty sure it wasn’t an accident.
I want to feel bad about it, I really do… but when I think about the way Maddox came home, the way he told me he loved me…
When I think about howafraidI was of what Professor Hilman would do, and all the students who he’s never going to be able to hurt in the future, I realize that out of everything I could be worried about…
Well, what happened to him doesn’t make the list. It’s not even on paper. It’s somewhere in the trash, and I can’t be bothered to look for it.
What’s even more strange is going into the auditorium and seeing half the students looking somber and half of them whispering… and all the while Maddox is standing in the middleof the stage where we’d been together like nothing happened at all.
I slip silently to stand beside him and talk under my breath. “I don’t think I can come to your place tonight. I need to at least pretend I still live in my dorm room.”
Those blue eyes turn to me, and there’s nothing there to say that he knows anything about what happened, that he’s guilty of the very thing all the students are whispering about. He just lifts one shoulder. “You could always just move in.”
The words are so casual, so sincere. Iwantthat. Of course I do. I want to spend the rest of every day with him, but we still have to figure out what we’re going to do to make us safe for the rest of this semester… and honestly, I have an answer.
I’m just not sure if he’s going to like it.
And as if he can tell that I’m thinking about something I shouldn’t, his brows dip. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I make sure to smile so he knows I’m being honest. “But do you think we could talk after class?”
When I say it like that, I know it sounds ominous… but I can’t help it. There’s not really any other solution I can think of, and I’ve realized that if I’m going to do whatever I can to keep what we have safe… that means doing things I honestly don’t want to do.
