Teacher's Pets [Unlikely Bedfellows 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

didn’t invite her to that, did you?”
    Steve looked up from studying his hands wrapped around the coffee mug. “She asked me about it, and I guess I said she…could come. If she wanted to.”
    “And she came.”
    “And I got mind-numbingly drunk.”
    “Of course.”
    “I wasn’t alone.”
    Beau relented. “We all drank too much that night.”
    Steve nodded in acknowledgement. “I didn’t know how I’d gotten upstairs or in bed.” He ran his finger around the mug’s edge and glanced up at Beau. “I just know that when I came to my senses, a woman was naked, beside me in bed. I was sucking her tit and had a woody the length of a telephone pole. I was just ready to climb on top of her when I took a good look and realized it was Leah Morris I was about to fuck. I backed away so quickly I fell out of bed.” He could still see the look on her face. Sloe-eyed passion changing to horror and embarrassment in two-point-oh seconds.
    “Serves you right.”
    He looked up then. “Oh, right. Like you were a model of virtue back then.”
    “I never woke up and didn’t remember how I got in bed.” Steve shot Beau a pointed look. “That I remember now,” he amended.
    “I tried to explain to her. I told her that she was the last woman I would ever take to bed, that—”
    “ What? You damn idiot. You never say that to a girl.”
    “Well, I know that now .” Steve frowned. “I knew it then, too, after I got past the hangover.” He shook his head, thinking back on how fast Leah jumped out of bed, dressed, and left his room. And until today, she hadn’t spoken a word to him. Okay, sure, he’d taken her virginity—or he assumed that sometime during the night he had—and then insulted her in the bargain, but the woman could sure hold a grudge.
    “Did you apologize?”
    “Hell yes. I really liked her. You know, as a friend. I even sent flowers. I found them on the porch of the house the next morning. I lost the only girl I really felt like I could talk to.”
    “Knowing you and that dick of yours, she lost a whole lot more. Unless…do you think maybe you were too drunk to screw?”
    Steve had wondered that himself after the event. “I have no idea, and she wasn’t speaking to me. I just know I wanted to poke her real good the next day. One could assume that I did just that when we first got into bed.”
    “Which means you were too far gone to remember a rubber. You were one lucky sonovabitch.”
    “A month went by without a knock on the frat house door before I took an unworried breath.”
    Beau stared at him, brows puckered. “That’s when you stopped drinking.”
    “Yeah. I figured I’d lucked out once. I didn’t want to take more chances.”
    Beau held up his coffee mug. “Well, you followed my example into perdition, and I followed yours into sobriety.”
    “And the Marines.”
    Beau snorted. “I should have stuck with sobriety.”
    “Who knew there was a war on?” Steve said, laughing.
    “Who knew all that playing around was going to get us suspended on academic probation?”
    “Two tours in ‘Nam did us good,” Steve said and meant it. “We’re mature enough now to appreciate the finer things.”
    “We lived through it, that’s the best I can say.”
    Steve held out his mug for an in-air toast to living through it. “Granddad always insisted that it was as important in life to know what you didn’t want to do as to find what you did want to do. We know now what we don’t want.”
    “Yeah. ‘Nam did that for us, too.”
    “And now we’re more settled and determined to get our degrees.”
    “And jobs we enjoy,” Beau agreed.
    “You said it. We’re mature and grounded. No more stupid antics.” But there was one more stupid antic Steve would like to try. Getting back to a reasonable level of civility with Leah Morris. She hadn’t married if she still carried the last name of Morris, so he wouldn’t have to fight off a husband in order to get close to her.
    The shrill ring of