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“Very funny.”

“See you later, kids,” Riley’s mother yelled from the front of the house.  They heard the door close just as Riley opened his bedroom door.
  It was about time, because he was starting to think about Erin in
a
way that would make all coherent thought leave his brain.

Chapter
Eighteen

ERIN STEPPED IN
Riley’s
bed
room
.  Well, it was nothing fancy, but she saw what he meant
, that it was reminiscent of a teenage boy’s room
.  There weren’t any girls in bathing suits hanging on the walls, which is what she’d been expecting
(but she suspected that they’d been there at some point)
.  There
were
a lot of band posters and
even
a poster of guitar chords.  There was a shelf with some collectibles, but nothing Erin could make out
, and a baseball and glove on a different shelf
.  She couldn’t make her way over there anyway, because Riley wrapped his arms around her waist and pinned her to the door.
  She couldn’t read his face.

“Seriously,” she asked, “how pissed at me are you?”

“I think I’ll get over it.”

She looked down at his Adam’s apple and then returned her eyes to his.  “You know why I did that, right?”

“I have my suspicions.”

“Yeah, well, be glad I didn’t
follow through with the whole plan
.”

He raised an eyebrow. 
“
What was the whole plan?”

Her mouth screwed up into another smile. 
“To leave you like that for hours.”

He grinned. 
“As it was, your plan didn’t work.”

She wrinkled her brow.  “
I
t did
enough
.  I left you there, suffering, and then added the humiliation of having a complete stranger come up to turn you
loose
.”

Riley’s smile ate up his face.  “Guess you shouldn’t have sent a fan.”  A quizzical look passed over her face.  “
Let’s just say she didn’t unlock the handcuffs right away.  She felt pretty bad for me.”

Erin gasped.  “You’re kidding.”

He raised an eyebrow.  “Guess you’ll never know
for sure
.”  She
felt almost horrified, but, she supposed, if he was cuffed, could he really help it?  Still…he didn’t have to
tell
her.  He
lowered his voice. 
“So…are we done with handcuffs?”

She grinned up at him.  “Probably a good idea, don’t you think?”

His face looked a little more serious.  “Think we’ll do all right without them?”

“We’ll just have to improvise.”

As he leaned over, burying her in a passionate kiss, they heard his mom come back in the house. 
He broke away and said, u
nder his breath, “What the hell?”

“Riley?”  His mother’s heels clicked on the wooden floor hallway outside his door.

He rolled his eyes and urged Erin forward so he could open the door. 
“Yeah, mom?”

She cleared her throat.  “I just wanted to let you know there are leftovers in the refrigerator if you get hungry.”  Riley nodded and Erin tried not to look guilty.  His mother acted like she wanted to say something.  It was obvious to Erin that his mother was
not
happy that they’d been behind a closed door
and a bedroom door at that
.  But, Erin thought, if his mother
had known
all the things they’d already done, and if Erin was reading his mother’s vibes correctly, the woman wouldn’t be leaving right now.
  She’d be quoting Bible verses and urging them to repent.
 
As it was, she hadn’t a clue. 
“And you could show Erin the pool table and other games in the basement.  She might enjoy that.”

Riley nodded and looked at Erin.  “Oh, yeah, I forgot to show you that stuff.”

She smiled.  “I’m game.”

Riley kissed his mom on the cheek.  “Have a good time, mom.”

Erin could tell his mother was reluctant when she said, “You too.”  And as the woman walked back down the hall, Erin remembered she was one of the more conservative board members.  In all fairness, though,
at least
she wasn’t a book banner.  She had that in her favor.  Good thing too, because Erin, being an English major, was against censorship of any kind.  Granted, that didn’t mean she planned to be irresponsible and have her high school students reading pornography, but she didn’t feel it was her job to tell other people what
they couldn’t
read.  Besides that, history showed that if you told people
not
to do something, a good majority of them would run right out and do it…including reading a banned book.

Riley slid his hand back around Erin’s waist and held her to his side, but his mother didn’t turn back around.  They heard the front door close again.  “That wasn’t awkward, was it?”

Erin giggled.  “How long before she comes back again?”

“She better hurry before I get all your clothes off you.”

She grinned and said, “I thought you were going to show me the pool table.”

“I will…later.”
  He cleared his throat. 
“Unless, of course, you wanted to christen the damn thing.”

But h
e must have read her mind.  Yeah, she’d teased him and left him in the lurch yesterday, but she really had wanted nothing more than to be with him again.  She didn’t care that he’d be gone in less than a week.  She wanted him now and for as long as she could enjoy him, and she wanted to
fuck
him.

They went back in his room and he
closed the door.  She said, “Think we’re safe?”

He smiled, pulling her close. 
“Only one way to find out.”

“You realize your mother could have me fired, right?”

“For
what
?”

“
For whatever.”
  She looked down but
then
swept her eyes back up to meet with his.  “
So we better make it worth it.”  She wrapped her hand around his neck, inviting him to kiss her on the lips
and lifted her head up so he could
.

Riley
took
her invitation
, and Erin realized that, for probably the first time since they’d gotten together, there wasn’t much finesse to it.  She knew why too.  If he felt half as desperate as she did, he wanted her and needed her and felt little patience for the trappings of foreplay
, especially after yesterday
.  So she wasn’t going to waste any time.  She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up to his underarms where he took over, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.  And, oh…there were his dog tags.  She wasn’t going to examine them right now, but just noticing
them
close up got her excited. 
Holy shit!
  She was fucking a real, honest-to-
God rock star.  And it wasn’t in a bathroom stall or her down on her knees polishing his gun.  It was mutual, and as that thought sunk in, she realized she was fully ready and even close to orgasm.  And the encounters they’d already experienced just primed her more.

And, really, Riley wasn’t just
a
rock star.  In the short time she’d gotten to know him, she’d grown to like him.  She still wasn’t sure if his whole cocky demeanor was just an act, but she thought she’d started to see underneath it all.  Her first indication had been when they were making out on her couch after the dinner / dance for auction winners, how hurt he’d seemed when she’d turned him down.  He was a
real
guy underneath the bad boy exterior.

Not that she didn’t like the bad boy shell around him.
  In fact, that had been what
had
caught
her
interest
first.  There was nothing more attractive than a super-confident guy who knew what he wanted and didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought.  She’d been
drawn
to his looks, but
dropping five-hundred on her just because he could and to hell with everyone else…that had started her thinking differently about him.

And, if she wasn’t mistaken, his feelings toward her were similar.  After all, he kept coming back for more, and she doubted anyone else had ever left him like she had the night before
, at least not since he’d become famous
.  She
’d done it because she
wanted him to know he couldn’t just treat her like trash
simply
because he was the big, bad rock star and she was a lowly teacher.

But she didn’t get that vibe
from him
.

She hoped she was right.

And the analytical thoughts left her head as Riley unbuttoned the top of he
r dress, exposing the light blue
lacy bra underneath. 
In a series of short, quick motions, he had
the
sleeves off her shoulders and her bra undone, pulled down just enough to expose her breasts.  He
grasped them both with his greedy hands and
licked the nipple
of one
until it turned hard and pebbly, then drew it in his mouth, causing Erin to gasp and dig her nails into his back.
  Her heart start
ed
pounding against her chest as her breath turned ragged.

No more wasting time.  She undid his belt with the big s
ilver skull buckle on front, but
she didn’t plan to
waste time
pull
ing the belt off.  Instead, she
unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down just a little, just enough.  Then she pulled his underwear down too and took his titanium-hard cock in her small hands and squeezed it as though he were a tube of toothpaste.  He let out a hot breath on the skin between her breasts and pulled up her skirt, pulling on her tiny lacy panties so hard they ripped.

She gasped and then giggled and he looked at her.  There was an amused glimmer in his eyes, but overpowering that was a ravenous look. 
God, he was going to eat her
.  And she was delighted.  She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked the palm, then grabbed his cock again and massaged it. 
She held it like a microphone, except she was swirling her thumb over the eye.  God, he was ready.  He was already oozing, and she kept rubbing him with her thumb. 
His eyes rolled back in his head and he pulled the wallet out of his back pocket.  He opened it and yanked a condom out, then dropped
the wallet
and it swung by the chain hanging from one of his belt buckles.  He was struggling with opening the wrapper, and Erin knew it was because her fingers were distracting the shit out of him.
  She started kissing his neck, just to add to the whole fun, frenzied moment.

He was clenching his jaw as he brought the condom down to his dick, and he tried to be gentle as he pulled her hand away.  Her voice was raspy when she asked, “Do you want my help?”

“Jesus…I don’t think I can handle any more help.”

She giggled again until he buried her mouth with his, his tongue dancing with hers.  He slid his hands under her arms and lifted her up against the door, then slid her down right on his cock
, her legs wrapped around his hips
.  She let out a moan. 
“Oh, God, Riley.
 
Oh, God!”

She could barely hear him when he said, “You like that?”  He was breathless, getting a workout between pumping her full of himself and holding her up as though she
were
a little rag doll.

“Yeah…”  She sounded as out of breath as he did.
  Another moan ushered from her lips.
  “You feel
fuckin
’ incredible.”

“Oh, Jesus…
keep
talking like that.”

Her breath was growing shallow as she got close.  She was hardly able to ask, “Like…what?”

“Keep cursing.  God, that’s fucking sexy as hell.”

And then she couldn’t concentrate.
  She was close and she wanted to arouse him more but she’d
n
ever had a
guy ask her to talk dirty to him, especially in the heat of the moment
.  Her mind struggled with what to say, and she was afraid that whatever she said now would sound stupid and contrived…silly even.

But then she remembered a Spawn song off their second album, one called “Tempted.”  It was one of the filthiest songs she’d ever heard, and she remembered how sexy Riley’s voice had sounded in it.  His voice had been low and breath
y and she remembered more than once
feeling
aroused
just hearing it.  How would he feel hearing his words on her tongue, delivered in much the same manner he’d done?