Free Becoming His Muse, Part Two by KC Martin Page B

one.”
    “Looks like that girl Sherriann is.”
    Ruby shrugs. “She has no talent for fiction. She’s focusing on the long form essay.”
    “And her teacher.”
    Ruby laughs. “He acts super flirty and charming, but he’s awfully serious about writing. I’ve actually learned a lot from him so far.”
    Jonathan grunts his disapproval.
    “What?” says Ruby turning to him. “I’m serious. He’s dedicated to his craft. It’s kind of intimidating actually.”
    “Has he looked at your work the way you wanted him to?”
    “As a matter of fact he’s got one of my short stories now. I’m waiting for his feedback.”
    “I wonder what form that will take,” mutters Jonathan.
    Laura wanders over with a small smile on her face, a smile reserved for Jonathan I assume. He looks away from Ruby and focuses on Laura.
    We order beers, take off our coats, and debrief about our midterms, but my mind’s on Logan, and my desire to catch him alone. My furtive glances to his table only heighten my feelings of jealousy and with them, an urge to go over and claim him for myself, which I can’t do. What’s between us is a secret. But, the other night in my dorm sealed something for me. I gave myself to him and I want to know he’s giving himself to me in the same way.
    After about fifteen minutes, he excuses himself for a cigarette.
    Two minutes later, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom but step outside instead. I can’t help myself. I follow the scent of burning tobacco and find him in the shadows on the far side of the planter box. The pools of campus lights don’t reach this far, but I can see his outline in the shadows.
    “So this is your definition of working?” I say, sidling up close to him. “I thought you were typing away alone in your office. I thought you were painfully composing meaningful prose. I thought beers and conversations constituted play.”
    He stubs out his cigarette. “I think you think too much.”
    He takes my face in his hands and gives me a long deep kiss that tastes of whiskey and smoke. My knees soften and my belly flares with the heat of desire. I moan, straddling one of his legs, as he digs his fingers into my ass cheeks.
    “Teaching can happen anywhere,” he says, breaking the seal of his lips on mine.
    I slide my hands around his neck, draw him back toward my lips. “It looks like you’re surrounded by groupies.” I pout. He bites my protruding lower lip.
    “You sound jealous.”
    “I just want to be alone with you.”
    “We’re alone now.” He pulls me closer. I’m warm in his grip even though the late October chill makes our breath steam into little clouds. His hands slide up my sweater exposing my skin to the cold air. I shiver, from the chill and his touch.
    “Let’s go back to your apartment now,” I say, clawing at his shirt and pulling it up out of his slacks so I can feel his warm skin under my hands. He shivers too.
    “We can’t just leave without saying goodbye,” he murmurs into my neck.
    “I want you now .”
    “Do you? How much?”
    It scares me how much I want him. I pull his face toward mine and ravage him with my lips to show him just how much. My fingers rake down the skin of his back and I grind my hips against his thigh.
    “You’re very hot,” he murmurs. “I bet you’re very wet, too.” He slides his fingers down the back of my jeans. I arch my back so he can reach deeper and feel just how ready I am. When his finger slides through my folds I gasp and feel the first tingle of orgasm ripple through me. I’m more ready than I thought. I have to have him. Right now.
    “Take me back to your room,” I beg, even though I’d already pretty much decided going there was too risky.
    He shakes his head. “We can’t leave yet, baby. The people inside, they’re expecting us to come back.”
    I shake my head this time. “I don’t care.”
    He chuckles as I kiss his throat and stubble-flecked chin. He’s enjoying my arousal, but I know he’s