The Final Lesson Plan (4 page)

When I heard the knock, my skin tingled; I'd waited long enough. I opened the door, and Briggs was on me in a second. His mouth hungrily sought mine, devouring me. I had no desire to hold back, no feeling of restraint. I wanted him, needed him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me up. My legs wrapped eagerly around his waist; I could feel his erection straining against his shorts. I loved that he was hard on arrival. (HOA—way better than DOA) That was hot. Too hot. Wow.

"Fuck, I missed you," he groaned into my mouth. "Goddamn." Our breathing and desire increased; all the worry and frustration of the last few days were gone. All that mattered was that he was here with me, ready. And oh so freaking hot.

Briggs nearly threw me on the couch; the look in his icy blue eyes made me squirm. I wanted him; there was no denying that. After our lessons last month, I knew what he had to offer, and it was an offer worth taking. He took off his shirt and started walking toward me, never taking his eyes from mine.

"Jesus Christ," Leo said through gritted teeth. "I can't be three minutes late, for fuck's sake?" Leo picked up Briggs' shirt, handed it to him, patted his stomach, and said, "Looking a little soft, McConaughey, might wanna lay off the junk food." The shirtless McConaughey reference made me explode with laughter, only pissing off Briggs more.

Briggs snatched his shirt back and put it on, "Fuck off Cling, soft my ass."

"Janelle, really?" Leo walked over to the couch and sat down on the coffee table. "I don't expect much from that barbarian, but really? Do you have no restraint?"

"Don't 'Janelle really' me," I argued. "Neither of you have touched me in ten…very long days."

Man, Leo looked good. He must've taken his mom and grandma to brunch earlier; something he does on the first Sunday of every month. He knew I was a sucker for the preppy, frat boy look. His clothes were his ammunition today. I loved a well-dressed man. His tan polo shirt looked incredible with this sun-kissed skin. I was surprised at how tan he looked, knowing that he probably doused himself in a gallon of sunscreen every time he encountered daylight. And Briggs, he knew that his eyes were my weakness; he'd deliberately worn a light blue shirt to accentuate my kryptonite. I just knew it. These two were playing hardball. Damn.

Leo grabbed my hand and said, "Trust me, these last ten days have been torture, but I promise, I'll make every last minute up to you soon." He kissed my hand; my breath caught. I licked my lips. He sighed, leaning closer to me, and I sat up, meeting him.

"What the fuck," Briggs said. "This shit ain't gonna work. I'm gonna flatten Loverboy Leo over here," he threatened, pushing Leo back. Leo stood up, squaring off, staring Briggs right in his gorgeous, panty-creaming eyes. They were eye-to-eye, like two animals fighting over their prey. Me? I still couldn't fathom that Leo Cling was as tall and as cut as Briggs Alexander. It was truly amazing. Amazing to see the eighth and ninth wonders of the world standing in my pool house, both wanting me.

I walked between them when Leo whined like schoolboy, "Seriously Janelle, he said 'ain't,' isn't that some sort of deal-breaker for you?"

"Awwww whattsa matter Cling, don't think you're man enough to win this?" Briggs goaded him.

"Alright you two," I said staying between them, pushing them apart, letting my hands wander down their chests and past their stomachs. Both men began to react at my slight touch, causing my insides to warm and stir. God, I missed them. "Are you two gonna be able to handle this?" I asked, continuing to rub their chests and stomachs.

They both nodded. Leo backed away, probably uncertain where this may go. Briggs didn't budge, but stared at me straight in the eyes. My legs wobbled. I wanted him. I was done waiting. Don't get me wrong, Leo was a remarkable and talented lover, but I needed the ruggedness and urgency that Briggs brought to the bedroom, the counter, the couch, the floor. He could definitely bring it—anywhere he fucking wanted.

"So, who's gonna be on the schedule for tomorrow?" I asked. The question spurned another series of arguments and ridicule, this time without the testosterone showboating.

The three of us finally made it to the table where we could sit down and pound out a schedule and contract. This was going to be one fun summer. We finally started making some leeway, discussing the rules and expectations of the summer. I amended the previous day's rule. I would still allow them to take me on dates and "do their wooing magic," but all dates needed to be outside of our local vicinity. I was not about to give anyone anything more to gossip and speculate about. After Vince blasted me on every social network site and Marcus told the local television stations that I'd been sleeping with my underage students, I figured that it would be in everyone's best interest to ensure that there was a change of venue for our outside dating.

After a few terms were negotiated, Briggs and Leo hit yet another stalemate. Crossing his arms obstinately, Briggs said, "Sorry, not my problem." He was not being agreeable at all, not giving in.

"Janelle, can you help me here?" Leo asked, desperate to continue with the contract.

"Uh…no…y'all are on your own," I said, throwing my hands up in surrender, rocking on two legs of the chair. "I don't even know why you guys wanted me here."

They wanted me here as a mediator, referee, hell, as a witness when one finally killed the other. They'd argued over every last point and detail in this so-called amicable contract they wanted to draft. The bottom line: these two were never going to get along or make it easy for the other.

"Briggs, now listen," Leo spoke to him like he was a toddler, and everyone knows you can't reason with a toddler. "You have to give me all day Saturday and all day Sunday, it's only fair…"

Briggs cut him off, "The Hell I do," he stood up, getting in Leo's face. "It's not my problem you work when we don't." Briggs wanted Saturdays, willing to give Leo Fridays and Sundays; Leo wanted both weekend days since Briggs and I were home, not working all day long throughout the summer. Leo wanted long, lazy afternoons with me too.

"Guys, can we just get this done? I feel like I'm a 10-year-old little girl witnessing her parents' custody battle," I whined, standing up. Leo grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me over to his lap. I giggled, missing his touch, his playfulness. He nuzzled into my neck; I giggled again. I hadn't touched either of these gorgeous men in almost two weeks. I missed them. Every inch of my body missed them.

"Oh I seriously don't fucking think so," Briggs gritted through his teeth. "Nobody touches her until this contract is done. You said so yourself Cling." I sighed, got up and went into the kitchen. These two were killing me, frustrating the Hell out of me.

Leo told Briggs to go fuck himself and went to the bathroom. Through these "negotiations," I kept seeing such a strong, forceful, masculine side to Leo. When he spoke to Briggs, he was rough, intimidating, and so controlled. It was hot. The second Leo left the room; Briggs was all over me. His mouth was on mine; his tongue explored my mouth. It was obvious that we were trying to finish what we'd started earlier. I pulled him tighter, pressing our bodies closer together, relishing the heat, the tension, the want.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Leo questioned, walking back into the room. "Now I can't even take a piss?" Leo fumed, hopping up on the counter. I sighed, angry, frustrated, and horny as all get out.

"You're the dumbass who left me alone with her," Briggs countered. They started bickering back and forth, something they were getting very good at. I stepped out of the kitchen and walked into my bedroom, while they argued. Neither noticed my absence. Briggs and Leo continued to bicker at one another, never coming close to a truce, a resolution. The argument was heating up.

"Hey guys…guys…Hello?" They finally looked over at me, standing in the hallway in a black strapless bra, black thong, with black garters and thigh highs. Their mouths dropped, silence filled the room. "Get the contract done," I forcefully instructed. "Put someone, either of you, on it for tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m." I unhooked my bra, letting it fall straight to the ground. I loved the look on both of their faces. They wanted me; this was just as frustrating and as hard for them too.

I started to walk away. "Oh and another thing," I added. "I'll be in my room with my door locked, thinking about BOTH of you." I was definitely getting to them; their eyes blazed with lust. "Let yourselves out when you're done…and for Christ's sake, get the fucking contract done."

I did not sleep well at all last night. As soon as I went to my room and started to take matters into my
"own hands," I heard Leo and Briggs leave the pool house. Apparently, they couldn't concentrate on their matters while I was concentrating on myself.

When they were about to leave, Briggs yelled through the door, "Take it easy in there, I've got big plans for you this week." As he walked away, I heard Leo's reply.

"Really? She said it wasn't all that big…said she doubted you were really even black." Then added loudly, "Goodnight Janelle, sweet dreams."

With that, I heard some ruffling and a few choice words, at which time, I turned up the music on my iHome and continued with myself. Normally, I sleep rather well after enjoying myself a bit, but last night, nope. I tossed and turned, worrying about Marcus and Vince, and hoping the school could really back me on all that occurred. My mind kept inevitably wandering back to Leo and Briggs. I knew that I couldn't date two guys for the rest of my life, or screw two different guys for eternity. I'd have to choose sooner or later. I knew I had to choose. But, I also knew that I certainly wasn't going to "Kelly Taylor" them.

Man, Kelly fucking Taylor pissed me the fuck off. Still, to this day, she made my goddamn blood boil. All she had to do was choose between Dylan McKay and Brandon Walsh. How hard was that? Pretty nice spot to be in, if you asked me. (Kind of like the spot I was in right now.) Of course Dylan was the hotter one, probably better in bed, but he was a loose cannon. You couldn't count on him. Brandon was going places; you could see a future with him. But what did she do? I remember it vividly; can still see it as plain as day as she's standing on the sidewalk looking at both of them. Kelly dumbass Taylor looks at them and says, "Me, I choose me." What the fuck was that? Bitch. No wonder she turned to cocaine and got burned up in the fire. Whore.

After thinking about Kelly and her stupidity, I had to watch a few
90210
episodes on my boxed DVD set, so I could seethe and focus more on her turmoil than my own. I finally fell asleep on the couch, but woke up when the sunlight was pouring in through the skylight. I tried to just go back to my bedroom and enjoy the room-darkening shades (best invention ever). However, I still couldn't fall back to sleep.

I put my swimsuit on and ended up swimming a few laps, took a shower, and cleaned the pool house. Jocelyn's antics were rubbing off on me. She cleaned when she was stressed out or riddled with a distempered mind. I knew that Briggs was due at my house at 9:00 a.m., and I was more than ready and willing to see him. I couldn't get him (or Leo) off my mind. I wondered what they ended up with last night. Both of them texted me many times throughout night. The texts were pretty telling.

TEXTS FROM BRIGGS:

Dudes a winey pansy-ass.

Don't ya think Leo looks like a giraffe.

He sighs a lot Sighing is gay.

I want you so bad. Why am I with him when I can be doing hot things to you in that pool house of yours.

TEXTS FROM LEO:

Ain't

Irregardless

Careerful

Superblatude

I'm listing all the words he uses. Not only do I not know what they mean, I don't know what word he THINKS he's trying to use.

Why does he put everything into a football reference? I'm going to start using crew terms to fuck with him.

TEXTS FROM BRIGGS:

Dude just told me his cock was swinging. WTF? I don't need to know that shit.

He might be gay, bi maybe. You need to dump his scrawny ass.

TEXTS FROM LEO:

Hahaha I just told him that I needed to be the coxswain in these negotiations to steer the contract in the right direction. He looked like I asked him for sex. Oh this just got a lot more fun.

Janelle, you are way too smart for him. Your five-year-old nieces are too smart for him. How are they, anyway?