Teach Me by Alexa Riley

Chapter Fifteen

Heidi

Reese pulls his suit jacket off and drapes it over my shoulders. “We’re leaving.” He wraps his fingers around my wrist, but when he tugs on it, I pull back. He makes a grab for me, and I know he’s going to try and pick me up. I wiggle away the best I can.

“My stuff. I need it.” He takes a slow controlled breath.

“Where?”

When I point to the dressing room, he keeps me close as he leads me toward it. A few of the girls glance our way as we go. I can’t help but peek over at Reese to see if he’s looking at them, but he’s not. His attention is straight, making sure no one gets close to me. He’s so protective, and warmth blooms inside of me when I realize it.

“Wait out here?” I ask when I pull on his arm to stop him. I don’t want him to enter the dressing room because sometimes the girls are naked. Not that they don’t get naked on stage or would even care, but I do. I don’t want him seeing anyone but me that way. I hadn't thought much about that before now. If I had, I might not have even come into work knowing he’d be tracking me down.

“You’re not leaving my sight.” He lets my wrist go but only to wrap his arm around my waist. He pulls me flush against him, and I stare up into his eyes. They are almost wild as his hard cock presses into my stomach.

“I’m not going to run,” I try to reassure him.

Sadie steps through the door and pauses when she sees us there. She lifts her brow and shakes her head. “Him again?”

“I’m sorry, Sadie. I—”

“She’s quitting,” Reese finishes for me. Sadie smirks and then lets out a small laugh.

“I didn’t think you’d last long before someone snatched you up, but know this, honey, you can come back anytime.” She winks at me, and Reese growls. “Don’t give her a reason to come back. That’s on you, handsome,” she tells Reese before she strolls off.

“I’ll buy this place and burn it down,” he warns me, and I burst into laughter. His face is so serious. I have no doubt he means every word he says. “Get your shit.” His hand comes down onto my ass, making me squeal.

Pulling open the door, I peek inside and see that no one is naked, so I let him follow me in. Only two girls are back ,here and both are dressed for the most part. He hovers close as I rush over to my locker and grab my stuff.

I start to change, but Reese stops me. “These aren’t my clothes,” I explain.

“You’re not getting naked in here.”

“Even in front of other girls?” I laugh, but he doesn’t.

“I’ll have someone bring them back,” he grits out. As silly as it is, I can’t help but enjoy the fact that he’s this possessive of me. This infatuation he has is addictive, and I pray it lasts.

“Okay,” I agree as he takes my bag from me.

“Dr. Davis?” one of the girls calls, and my stomach drops. I think her name was Lacy, but I only met her tonight.

Reese flicks his gaze to her. “Not right now” is all he says to her before he grabs my hand and leads me out of the back door. When we get outside, there is an SUV waiting for us. He pulls the door open and lifts me inside. “Home,” he orders the driver.

“Was that a student?” I whisper, wringing my hands together. Then another thought occurs to me. “Was it an ex?” I’m not sure which would be worse.

“I didn’t recognize her, to be honest.”

“So a student then.” He shrugs. “I’m guessing your past girlfriends don’t call you doctor,” I say dryly.

“No.” He places his hand on top of mine to pry them apart so I stop worrying them together. “I don’t have ex-girlfriends.”

“Do you have any ex-wives?” This man knows me in the most intimate ways, but the reality is I don’t know much about him.

“No exes.” His answer only further confuses me. My heart starts to race as a rush of panic at what this might be starts to overwhelm me.

“You only do flings or something?” I pull at my hand, but he doesn’t let me go.

“No flings.” He sighs as he grabs me and pulls me into his lap. “Why do you keep pulling away from me? It’s driving me insane.”

“You scare me,” I admit. “I don’t want to be a fling or whatever it is that’s happening here.”

“You scare the hell out of me too, Heidi.” He grips my hips under his suit jacket I still have on. “I don’t have flings, exes, or anything else for that matter. There is only you. I promise you that.”

“I don’t understand.” I want to so badly.

“Before now I thought I’d always been too busy to date or whatever you want to call it. My career came first. Then I saw you.” Is he saying what I think he’s saying? He must see the skepticism on my face. “I have no reason to lie to you. You’re mine whether I’ve been with a million people before now or none. That’s not changing.”

“I believe you.” He’s right. He doesn't have a reason to lie to me. “You seem so experienced.”

His grip tightens on me at my statement. “Are you comparing me to people you’ve been with in the past?”

“No!” I rush to say. The raw anger and jealousy on his face has my nipples tightening. I want to be owned and dominated only by him. I want him to make me belong to him.

“I haven’t felt this before, but I’m so fucking jealous when it comes to you, Heidi.” There is a warning in his words.

“Me too,” I admit. “I kind of love that you get so worked up over me, but you don’t need to.” I lean forward. “I’ve never been with anyone before. That’s why I’m so tight,” I whisper to him.

“Heidi,” he groans, and I press my sex down on his cock, rocking my hips. “Not here.” He stops me from trying to dry-hump him in the back of the SUV. I’d completely forgotten about the driver. I forget about a lot of things when Reese is touching me.

“What if people find out about us? You’re my teacher.” This time it’s my grip that tightens on him. I’m so close to having him that I don’t want something to take it away from me.

“When I told you that you're mine, that means I take care of you. You don’t need to worry about anything.”

“But I worry about you. This is your career. One that you said seconds ago has always had all of your attention. I don’t want to ruin that for you.”

“You’ve already ruined me.” His fingers sink into my hair, and he tugs on it, exposing my neck. His mouth goes there, and I feel his teeth against me.

“Reese,” I moan.

“How much money for more?” I close my eyes tightly, and a rush of heat floods through me. I want to rock against him, but I don’t want to get in trouble either. Then he might stop what his mouth is doing.

“What do you want?” I ask, playing into this dirty fantasy of ours. I don’t really want his money. I only want him, but if he wants to pretend, so can I.

“All of you.” His teeth sink into my neck and I open my mouth to moan but his hand muffles the sound. “Shh,” he whispers against my ear. “We’re almost home.”

He keeps running his mouth up and down my neck, slowly driving me insane. When the SUV finally pulls up to the house, I’m dying. Reese has us inside and in his bedroom in record time. He sets me on my feet at the end of the bed, pushing the jacket off me. When it pools at my feet, he takes a step back and jerks at his tie.

“Take it all off,” he orders roughly.

He watches me strip out of the few scraps of clothes I have on while he removes his own shirt. He goes for his belt next, and after he yanks it off, it hits the floor with a loud thunk.

Without a single thought to what I’m doing, I fall to my knees in front of him.