Comfort Zone (Awkward Love 4)

I frown, a pit forming in my stomach. Mr. Michaels had to have heard something, so why hadn’t he spoken with either of us about it? Whether he believed the rumors or not, surely, he’d need to follow up on something like that?

“Maybe he hasn’t heard the rumors?” Liam suggests, like he can read my thoughts.

“Maybe,” I murmur.

“So.” Liam smirks at me in a way that makes my knees go weak. “Can I come in, or did you invite me over to the outside of your house?”

“Sorry.” I wince, I let him in.

I lead him through the living room, and into the kitchen

“Nice,” he comments as he looks around. “I love that mirror.”

“Thanks.” I giggle. “I’ll be sure to tell Mom that you approve of her decorating skills.”

“You live with your parents?” His eyes sparkle with amusement as he studies the photos on the walls. There is no shortage of photos of me. Looking around these walls, it was obvious that they love me.

“It was either that or I didn’t go back to follow my dream.”

“It must have been hard, giving up your independence.”

“Lots of kids live with their parents well into their thirties.”

“True, but most of them haven’t tasted freedom. You don’t miss what you’ve never had…”

“Speaking of tasting things…” He raises his eyebrows and laughs. I shake my head. “I meant dinner,” I retort. “I was going to cook, then I thought why would I torture you like that? I’ll save that for when I want to scare you away.”

“Then I hope not to taste your food anytime soon.”

I like the sound of that.

“What I can manage to do is throw together some dip?”

He follows me into the kitchen and leans against the counter while I throw some things together onto a serving platter.

“So, what were you doing before this course?” he asks.

“I was an animal handler,” I say. I smile at the memories, which feel like a life time ago. “I worked for Panavision Studios. It was my job to handle the animals in between shoots. I worked with everything from snakes, to cute little puppies.”

“Impressive,” he comments. “Did you meet anyone famous?”

“Loads of movie stars,” I say. I love bragging about all the stars I’ve met. “I helped Channing Tatum control his cat twice.”

“Ah yes.” Liam nods seriously. “I heard he has a very disobedient pussy.”

“I thought pussy jokes were my thing,” I tease.

“They are, but I like to mess with them, too.” He grins.

“What about you? I ask. “What made you want to teach?”

He laughs. “Nothing. I didn’t want to. Hell, I still don’t. It was supposed to be a filler until I figured out what I wanted.”

“And you’re still working that out?”

“I’m…content with where I am.” He glances down at the counter, and then back up at me.

“Was veterinary science ever on the agenda for you?” I’m genuinely interested in how he completed his studies and ended up teaching.

“Sure. It was my passion. I’d wanted to be a vet since I was a little boy.”

“Then what happened?” I don’t get it. He has the qualifications and the passion. What’s stopping him from achieving his dream? “Is part of it because of your father?” He looks up at me in surprise, so I rush to add to my comment. “You mentioned that you have a difference of opinion toward your career choices.”

“Maybe that’s part of it.”

“Is it worth sacrificing your own life, to mess with his?”

“Maybe not, but it’s not that simple. Besides.” He steps around the counter and wraps his arms around my waist. “There are much more interesting and pressing things on my mind, right now.”

“Really?” I grin. “Because I’d love to discuss these pressing matters with you.”

He leans closer and cradles my face, his fingers trailing down my neck. He moves his hands lower, over my breasts and down my jeans. With one hand, he unbuttons them, and then raises his eyebrows at me.

“Take those off.”

I roll my jeans down over my thighs, and then kick them off. Then I loop my fingers around the band of my panties and roll them down too, doing my best to be seductive. I take his hand and lead him into the living room, sitting him down on the couch, then I climb onto his lap and straddle him, his cock pressing against me. Even through his jeans, I can feel how hard he is.

“I’m incredibly turned on at the thought of fucking you like this,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

He runs his hands over my back, then down over my breasts. He smirks as my nipples go stiff, without him needing to touch them. I watch as he circles the tip of his little finger around my areola. He barely makes contact, but it’s enough that I nearly orgasm on the spot.