No.
It was just the prison air. That was all.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
At this point, the watch was just teasing me. I had half a mind to smash it to bits, but that would be such a waste. It wasn’t easy getting contraband into this place, Red had had to pull strings.
But unable to sit still for another moment, I got up, striding to the other side of the room, pretending to browse through the selection of books. But really, it was all about sizing up the crowd. There had to be double the number of people from last week. No doubt, word about Laney had spread throughout the prison like a wildfire.
Shit.
Fuck.
All these creeps had a glint in their eyes. They wanted her. Of course. Any sane man would. But there was no chance in hell that would happen. She was mine. If they so much as looked her way, I was gonna break their backs. Hell yeah, prison is a rough place, and there are ways to make messed-up shit happen.
But it got even worse. These creeps were acting like a couple of kindergarteners on their first day of school.
Sitting in the first row, elbowing one another.
Their mouths open, practically panting.
Disgusting.
Right on cue, there was a noise at the door, the creak of the hinge opening. Could I hear Laney’s voice mixed in with the rest? Like dogs, our heads turned, eyes hopeful. Oh god, I was just as bad as the rest.
I smirked.
And finally, she came into view.
Fuck.
Laney was stunning.
The male crowd took a deep breath in unison before letting it out like a choir.
Maybe it was the bright red pencil skirt she was wearing. Or the white button-down straining against those massive melons. It was clear the female was trying to dress professionally, but shit, it was impossible to disguise that curvy form. For her, wearing clothes was a crime altogether. They should be in a heap on the ground, torn, never to be put on again.
Because without even trying, Laney somehow managed to flood my system with posessiveness. The urge to pounce, to mark, to take her was all-consuming, fogging up my mind until I couldn’t think straight.
Shit.
And the little girl had no idea. She had no clue her intoxicating effect.
“Hello, everyone.”
That sweet voice floated through the room, lulling every man into a half-dazed trance. Even I found myself slumping a bit.
To the crowd’s appreciation, the woman turned around, bent over slightly, and picked up a stack of small composition notebooks from the table. They were the same ones used in first grade to write ‘See Spot run’ over and over again.
Great.
I’ll write whatever in them.
The alphabet.
Meaningless recitations.
Laney loves Mason. Laney wants Mason’s cock.
But the little girl had no idea.
“I hope everyone had a lovely afternoon,” she smiled, handing the notebooks to a man in the front so he could pass them around. “I’m so glad that there’s such interest in this newspaper project. My colleagues and I have gone through the interests you expressed at our last meeting and we’ve divvied up the group into specific sections: journalism, photography, graphic design, printing, and interviewing. Each cohort will have a “professional mentor” that’ll help you with your projects. As we expressed in our previous meeting, we want this activity to be as enriching as possible, so if at any time you think of a way to make the program better, feel free to share those ideas with your mentor.”
Her tone was professional yet warm, authoratitive yet friendly.
Perfect.
This woman had all the goods.
But I’m a dirty fuck because not for a second did my eyes leave those giant gazongas. How could I? They were like two huge magnets pulling me in.
“Before we split into groups, are there any questions?”
The brunette scanned the crowd for the first time, belying her nerves. That sweet pink tongue swept out over her lips, flickering like a kitten.
Why are you nervous, sweet Laney?
Can you feel my eyes on you?
Can you sense the heat of my cock from way over there?
I had no doubt that she knew exactly where I was. Yet, the woman refused to look, determinedly professional. No worries. That would soon change. Soon she’d be putty in my hands.
“Yes, in the back,” she murmured at Red Eye. What the fuck? How did that loser get here? He must have come to see for himself.
“Can we switch our interests, darl –“
But the loser stopped mid-sentence. Because even though Red Eye played for the other team, I didn’t want him to use the word “darling” with my Laney.
That was for me.
“Yes?” Laney prompted, tilting her head to the side, wondering what had happened.
But Red shook his head mutely, looking at me.
And then Laney turned my way as well.
Gotcha.
Her cheeks turned vermillion, chest quivered with a sharp intake of air. Those big boobies bobbled, making my dick harden. Oh fuck yeah. It was starting. Laney’s defenses were beginning to unravel, her resolve under assault.