Chapter 4

I watched Sam walk out the door after dropping me off and smirked at the small wave the Byron threw at him before turning to face me with a lift of his brow. "You know these past two weeks you have been coming earlier and earlier. You are a very dedicated teacher, Miss. Stanley."

I grinned winking. "What can I say? I have been enjoying the morning company lately."

These two weeks I have actually been testing my wings with my brothers, making my outfits smaller and sexier and less frumpy just to see what I could get away with. They pay way too much attention to my wardrobe. I'm just saying. 

He smiled widely and set a coffee on my desk with a small flower. "You know, there are some things that I am having trouble understanding about the way things work here. Maybe we could… stay after school today and you could help me out?"

I picked up the flower and inhaled its sweet fragrance before picking up the coffee and taking a sip, sweet and light, just how I liked it. I looked up at him and bit my lip. "You know they will send a bodyguard if I call telling them I am going to stay late."

Byron tilted his head looking at me in a way that made me avert my eyes and blush slightly. Also squeeze my thighs together, but of course he didn't see that part. I watched him walk around the desk and go to his knees in front of me making me look around nervously like one of my brothers would pop out of a desk or something. "Well then, I suppose we should make the most of our mornings together." He said taking my hand and bringing it to his lips, his eyes not leaving mine.

"You are all kinds of trouble, do you know that?" I said my voice was almost unrecognizable to my own ears.

The smirk that appeared on his lips made me clear my throat so I didn't moan.

"I see it in your eyes that you like my kind of trouble." He stood and I almost grabbed for him, but he offered a hand that I took, standing up and facing him.

"I have a confession." I blurted out, trying to avoid admitting to the fact that I do in fact not only like but crave his trouble. He lifted a brow at me and I took a breath to build the nerve to speak. "My friend Paxton said he would run interference so I could have a proper relationship."

He licked his lips, and the smile grew on his lips. "Is that what you want, a proper relationship?"

"My brothers will beat you with in an inch of your life if they ever found out we were not only together, but you lied to Sam about being gay." I said not answering his question.

"Insinuated I was gay, and I asked if he was." Byron clarified and put his hand on my hips. "So, is it alright that I be a tad more forward with my pursuit of your interest?"

"Oh, Byron honey, you had my interest before you even said a word to me." I said boldly, resting my arms on his shoulders.

With that troublemaker's smirk, he slowly leaned forward, his eyes on my lips. "Forgive me for my forwardness." He pressed his lips to mine and my arms automatically pulled him to me as I kissed back with a small hum of want. Hopefully, he didn't run off laughing at my inexperience.

It ended as quickly as it started, much to my disappointment, when the student's bell rang alerting us of our soon to be interrupted privacy. I sucked my bottom lip in between my teeth and felt my cheeks head up some. I felt his fingers touch my chin, and I shifted my gaze to his face. That smirk will be the death of me.

"Why don't you work on getting that free pass this afternoon?" he said smoothly, watching my features. I nodded dumbly, practically biting through my lip.

That though, was not a promise I could keep. Jeremy came by with Principal Young just before lunch and to inform me Paxton was hurt. I was rushing to the company truck he brought as he filled me in on what happened. "He was working on the new condo building's air ventilation when he just suddenly fell, like out of nowhere."

"Are the rest of the boys coming?" I said jumping into the cab of the truck.

"No, there are no backup workers, in fact I have to go back after I drop you off at the hospital." Jeremy explained, shrugging. "You know Sam, he insists on keeping it close to the family and hiring outside help."

I frowned, nodding. I knew that and it often ended up this way if something ever happened to one of the boys. It didn't happen often, but they already sucked Jake into it when he was more of a building designer then builder. I was actually pretty impressed they made me the babysitter for once. Or maybe I should be insulted? I mean maybe they are just saying an injured Paxton was more protection than I could provide for myself.

I shook my head trying to read too much into the motives of my brothers. "So how bad was it?"

Jeremy frowned and shook his head. My heart went out to him and I put a hand to his shoulder. He and Paxton were the same age, so it was reasonable that they were the closest out of all the brothers. "He landed on his shoulder and he was unconscious when the ambulance showed up. They said it might have been a head injury."

I covered my mouth trying not to be such a baby. I mean I've seen the boys get hurt all kinds of ways, but the unknown for someone so close to our family had me in a panic. We pulled up to the hospital, and I jumped out of the truck with a promise that I would call with an update when I could. I hurried into the lobby, giving Paxton's name and almost fell apart when they said he was in ICU.

A nurse to Paxton's room escorted (after me telling them I was his wife) and sobbed when I saw his state. His arm was in a cast and he was in a neck brace with black and blue marks all over his face and body. I held his hand, putting my forehead to his shoulder trying not to trip my tears and snot on him too much. "Oh Paxton, you need to wake up now." I said and my voice sounded thick and watery. Unrecognizable, even to my own ears. "I need to tell you about how you are going to lose our bet."

His eye peeked open and a small smirk appeared on his lips. "What is this about you losing our bet?"

I jump looking at his face. "Paxton! Oh, thank god! I was so worried!"

"Why? I bounce like a champ." He croaked out making me wince at the effort it was taking him. I knew he was joking just to make me feel better, but it was hurting him. I covered his mouth with my hand and shook my head. "Shut up, it's hurting you to talk. I know you love the sound of your voice, but just shut up a while so you can heal."

A nurse came in just then and checked on Paxton's vitals and told me he was only in ICU because he took such a hard fall onto his neck and they will probably move him to another wing soon. I took a moment to call the brother's, letting them know everything I did.

"Tell me about our bet." Paxton asked when I came back into the room.

"What about our bet?" I asked playing dumb. I wouldn't have said anything about it if I had thought he could actually hear me… damnit.

He glared at me and shook his head. "Don't play stupid with me Princess, tell me."

I sigh dramatically before nodding, figuring I might as well since he is injured now, so he won't be covering for me anymore. "I saw him today, and he kissed me."

Paxton's eyebrow went up, and I snorted at his reaction, waving off any bit of protection that may arise. "Don't worry, it wasn't the least bit romantic and I am sure that he is running the other way right now."

"Onion bagel this morning?" Paxton jokes, making me gasp out a laugh. "No! It's just… thanks to my brother's, I am woefully inexperienced for a normal 25-year-old." I confessed, shrugging as I looked away from his face, not really wanting to see the smirk just now. Something was itching at the back of my mind, tugging some sort of idea I had on the brink of being brilliant.

"Now Princess, you can't be that—"

"You're a whore!" I blurted.

He stopped genuinely being caught off guard and then cracked up at my randomness. "Well, that just isn't nice Stanley; I might take offense to that."

"No, I just mean you have experience…" I let the sentence die out, hoping he would pick it up and go with it.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no and also a world of no." he said shaking his head the little bit that the neck brace would allow, wincing with the effort.

"Just like that? No?" I said, getting all pouty.

"Abso-fucking-lutly just like that. That is more than just a cheesy teen-movie type scenario. Besides, I would not know the first thing in teaching someone… what? intimacy?" He said firmly. There was wiggle room there, but I had to play it right. I knew Paxton for too long not to know how to get what I wanted.

I let my eyes fall down cast and made my voice all sad. "Oh, okay then. I guess you win the bet then. A man could just date one of my students if he wanted some inexperienced nun girl."

Paxton growled and pointed at me. "Don't you do that Parker Stanley!"

I lifted my eyes, looking up at him through my lashes, puppy eyeing the hell out of him. "Do what?"

"You know damn right well what I am talking about!" he ground out. 

I was just praying I could hold on to my composure until he gave out. I couldn't be giggling when I'm supposed to be laying epic puppy eyes.

He growled a few more times, threw in some choice swear words and then heaved a great sigh. "Fine, but nothing further than some kissing and basic making out. If your brothers found out that I taught you about sex and then you got yourself pregnant with this guy… well I don't think there would be much of my body left when they were done."

I jumped up in my seat and grinned wide, now that he agreed, he most definitely got played. I nodded eagerly and grabbed his hand. "Okay, of course, just tell me the basics and I will figure the rest out on my own. It's mainly instinct, anyway right?"

Paxton nodded and closed his eyes. "Yes, but it waits until I'm out of this hospital. Nothing inspires that kind of talk here."

I sent a messenger with a note and my teacher's planner back to the school explaining what had happened. At the end, I wrote: "This will give you the experience you've been longing for. I will be back after a week. Take good care of my kids.–Parker" and just like that I became Parker Stanley, personal slave / babysitter for Paxton.

Okay, that was only partly true, it wasn't as horrible as all that. He got out the next day. Of course by the time I got us to his house, I wanted to just push him out and drive away. 

For being big powerful men, guys turn into mega ultra-babies when they are hurt or sick. If they aren't big babies, then they turn into stubborn 'I'll do it myself' types. I don't know which was worse.

"Parker, could you please bring me the project assignments for the Hill Complex?" Paxton bellowed from out of his office. He refused to sit down since I got him home and I was about to tie him to the bed and force him to rest. The only thing preventing me was that he would take it as me acting out a sexual kink.

I walked in with the folder in my hands and held it just out of his reach. "You need to take a break."

He looked at me impatiently and held out his hand. "I am almost done with this."

I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head. "No, you said that yesterday and you haven't stopped yet. You even slept here at the desk."

He sighed and leaned back, his right arm reaching over to hold his left casted one. "Okay look, Ash is coming over in like fifteen minutes and he wants this report done, so let me finish and then after that I will let you order me around for the rest of the week."

I narrowed my eyes watching his face to make sure he wasn't messing with me. "Ash is supposed to be here in fifteen minutes? So, more like twenty-five. Okay then fine, after he gets here you put everything down and rest!"

Paxton nodded and so I handed over the folder and went off to pace the kitchen until I saw the familiar silver truck that belonged to Sam's company. I all but ran Ash into the house to Paxton so he could collect whatever he needed. I laughed at his jokes and promised not to be too late tonight and then shooed him out the door again. 

When I came back Paxton had a new project folder and was going through the papers. "No! Absolutely not, you promised, Aimon!"

He sighed again and then got up from the desk, towering over me, but I didn't budge. I just pointed to the bedroom, and he smirked at me making me glare at him and point again. Losing his smirk, he growled some before turning towards the room with an annoyed stomp. He was struggling to take his shirt off when I came in so I gently helped him and he was one handedly working on his belt buckle when I stepped up to him moving his hand out of the way.

"Are you trying to get into my pants, Princess?" Paxton said with a smirk, looking down at me.

I snorted and tried not to blush, because well I had probably already seen all of him since he had been an almost permanent feature in my house for as long as I could remember. "Yes, in a purely medicinal way that will make you more comfortable since you will be resting!" I said, stressing the last word.

He stopped frowning suddenly, and I saw the gears turning in his head, but I didn't expect when his mood suddenly shifted. His good hand touched my cheek when I finished carefully helping him out of his jeans. I looked up at him and the smirk that told me he was about to be an asshole was there on his lips. "You know I owe you a lesson in kissing."

I stuttered and stepped back a little. "You said we would talk about it. It's like a verbal lesson."

He stepped to me again, and I became very aware of the fact that I was cornered and very alone with a man that was in fact NOT one of my brother's, no matter how long I have known him. At this very moment, he was a man, and I was a woman… a very nervous woman who was ready to bolt from the room.

"Lesson one, fucking relax." Paxton snapped, probably seeing the fear in my face. "Just stop thinking and take a few breaths. If you look like you are worried he is a predator, then it will kill the mood."

My eyes snapped to Paxton's, and I saw exactly how I was looking at him. I gave an apologetic look and took a deep breath looking up at him again with calm over my features. "Okay."

"Good, now put your hands to my hips." I did as was told, and he cupped my jaw with his right hand and coaxed me to lean forward as he did the same. "Now just feel the moment." He whispered, his breath fanning lightly over my lips as he spoke. 

I could hardly breathe. This was Paxton, what was I thinking asking him for help in kissing?! Butterflies erupted in my belly, my knees are weak and my head is dizzy and I am about to moan when he hasn't even done anything yet. I nod dumbly because he has stopped talking, and I was sure that there was supposed to be a response to something he just said to me.

He nodded back and leaned in the rest of the way, pressing his lips to mine, moving them lightly. My hands gripped his hips harder, pulling him closer as I let myself get lost in the kiss. He held face away a few inches so he could look at me, his eyes are hazel today. I never really noticed that they changed, I guess it is difficult when you never had a reason to be this close to someone. "As we kiss, keep your lips relaxed, because I am going to push my tongue into your mouth."

I do not know what he saw in my face but it made him laugh. "Don't worry, it's a lot sexier than it sounds."

He leaned forward again and this time I met him halfway. His lips were soft and pleasant moving over mine, his fingers threaded into my hair, tugging a little. The pleasure of the kiss and the smallest sting of the hair pull made me groan into the kiss. This is when he darted his tongue out, letting it drag over my bottom lip.

It was like someone flipped a switch in my body. For the simple 'lip pressing' kiss, I could remain relatively unattached, not going hormone crazy like in the movies where people are throwing people against walls all willy-nilly. However, as soon as his tongue touched my lip, all the nerve endings I didn't know I had between my legs were suddenly electrocuted.

I noticed I wasn't the only one, Paxton and I groaned at the same time, his tongue sliding farther between my lips. He tugged my hair a little harder when my tongue met his curiously, experimenting with the battle for dominance that was happening. I was two seconds away from grabbing his ass and pulling him tighter against me. I don't know why I had that urge but it seemed right, but he ended the kiss stepping back from me, his breath just as labored as mine.

My eyes were closed and my fingers lightly touched my lips as I mentally took stock of all that was going on with my body right now. Palms were sweaty, my heart was going hard and fast, I felt jittery and jumpy with… what I can only describe as a pressure between my legs that I wasn't sure what to do about. 

Yes, I am that pathetic. I haven't even self-pleasured, but in my defense, five brothers do not know the meaning of 'this is my room get out'.

I finally opened my eyes and saw Paxton's hazel ones looking at me with that smirk on his face again. "See, I told you that you weren't that bad. If you do that with your guy, you will be just fine."

I beamed at the praise and went back to my nurses' role, shooing him into the bed and bullying him into taking a pain pill so that he could sleep. I chewed my lip as I walked back into the kitchen when I left Paxton's room.

Could I do that with Byron? Oh, Gods the thought almost had me moaning out loud, I squeezed my thighs together because it seems that it was the only thing that sort of helped. Maybe I could ask Paxton about that? He said no sex talk though, but he meant man and woman sex. Not myself kind of sex. I smiled a smirk that I imagined was a shadow of the one that Paxton gave out thinking about the panic that will cross his face when I ask.

This lesson thing was much more fun than I anticipated.