"Don't you think you're going a bit overboard?"

Ben shook his head, scoffing in response. "Not at all. If this sicko is really back, then he needs to know that you aren't available. That you've got people surrounding you at all times and he won't be able to lay a fucking finger on you without getting his ass beat," he grumbled under his breath as he adjusted his overly tight grip on my waist.

Ben thought it best if Greg did happen to be back and lurking around that he think Ben and I were dating, hoping that he would become intimidated and back off. Did I think it would work? No. But who was I to try and squash any possible tactic at getting Greg to go back to the dank, repulsive hole he crawled out of?

"This is beyond weird," I muttered as Bens hand came down to intertwine his fingers with mine.

"Trust me, it's not any less weird for me but I'd much rather go through a couple weeks of holding your hand than have you find yourself alone with Greg."

I nodded silently in agreement as we made our way to my Theatre History class where I would meet Rachel, who would then walk me to my next class. All three of my friends had decided that I wouldn't even be allowed to walk to my classes by myself until this whole thing blew over. I appreciated it more than any of them will ever know but it had only been 2 days since I had come back to school and I was already starting to long for my privacy back.

As we walked through the halls of the Fine Arts building, the amount of stares that Ben and I received was unending. Smirks, and whispers of 'it's about time' flooded around us as both of us simply pushed forward, not giving a response or even acknowledging the stares directed at out inter locked hands. 

That was, until one voice in particular cut through the air, sending a wave of excitement through my body.

"Mr. Grant. Ms. Merrick. Is it really necessary to subject every student here to your PDA?"

I spun on my heel, Bens hand still latched onto mine, and my eyes landed on the man who belonged to the reprimanding voice. My mouth instantly began to salivate.

Clad in a deep blue, button up, long sleeved shirt that clung to his muscles in all the right way and a pair of black slacks that I'm all to positive made his ass look phenomenal, was none other than Nathan. Or, Mr. McCoy as it was supposed to be while at school.

He had both of his arms crossed over his broad chest and the most prominent scowl planted firmly on his utterly annoyed face.

Yet, before I had the chance to speak up and calm Nathan down, Ben had to go and open up his own big mouth.

"Oh, come on, Mr. McCoy! You know you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of your girl if she looked like this!" Ben said overly enthusiastically, his voice dripping with underlying meaning.

I tried to wretch my hand out of his subtly but Bens hands had another idea in mind.

"I mean, seriously, Mr. McCoy," Ben said as he pulled my chest flush up against his and wrapped both of his arms around my waist. "Would you be able to keep your hands off of Alex right here if she was your girlfriend?" Ben spared a challenging glance over to a fuming Nathan. "I think not."

"I will kill you, Ben. I swear it," I muttered under my breath, just loud enough for him and Nathan to hear. Nathan, who was probably reeling from the sights before him since I hadn't been able to exactly inform him of Ben's brilliant idea yet, had his eyes locked onto Bens hands and a death grip around his own biceps. His knuckles were on the verge of turning blindingly white. This should be a fun day.

Moments passed in silence as I tried desperately to find Nathans eyes with my own. It was as if his own eyes were bound to the sight of Ben's hands on my waist. I decided to test the waters, calling out his name quietly and pleadingly.

"Nathan."

Both sapphire eyes of his finally snapped up to meet mine and I was struck with the overwhelming amount of hurt and betrayal that I saw mixed in his eyes.

"It's not what you think," I said slowly, sending him as much compassion as I could through our brief but intense eye contact. "I'll explain it all to you later, I promise-"

"You two should get to class." His eyes left mine and he turned away from us, heading inside of his classroom before throwing a threatening "Now." over his receding shoulder.

A new level of annoyance welled up inside of my body as I turned my head back to face Ben's prideful, smirking face.

"Slowly and painfully, I will kill you."

"Oh, come on! I was just messing with the guy!"

"By trying to send him to an early grave?!" I slightly shrieked as he detached himself from me and we started back on our path to my class.

"It was not that bad," He mused and threw his arm casually over my shoulder. "Plus, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't test the guy you're dating, push his buttons a bit? It's mens way of bonding."

I couldn't help but chuckle at Ben's reasoning. Even if Nathan and I weren't technically dating. But he didn't need to know that. He already knew far more than anyone else. And even as I wasn't actually mad at Ben, it didn't stop the anticipation welling up inside of me for the inevitable conversation I would be having with a very confused Professor of mine.

Rachel and I managed to endure through our Theater History class, escaping with only one reprimanding comment from Ms. Conrad, which was something of a record to be honest.

Half way to my next class, Rachel stopped mid step and looked warily at down the hallway that led to my next class.

"Um, Alex? I know I promised to walk you to your next class, and I swear I will if you really want me to but I have to pee so badly right now and my class is all the way on the other side of campus and-"

"Rachel!" I cut her off with wide, playful eyes and a smile. "It's fine, go pee!"

She still looked on a bit hesitant towards the bathrooms. "Are you sure?"

I laughed and nodded my head in response. "Yes! My next class is just down the hall and around the corner, I'll be fine."

She still didn't move, besides the back and forth and ever popular 'pee dance'.

"Go! Before you pee yourself!"

"Okay!" She finally budged and ran off down the hall in the opposite direction.

I shook my head as my laughter subsided and began to walk to my next class. The possibility that Greg would be around at this very moment in time and be able to snatch me in the 45 seconds it takes to walk to my next class was beyond slim. Plus, I decided to start carrying mace around with me just in case I ever found myself in a tricky situation with him or any other person.

As I walked down the deserted hall, the nerves that I had sworn I had pushed to the back on my mind started to make their way to the front line. There was just something about walking down an empty hallway by yourself that startled your nerves more than I would care to admit.

I made it halfway down the hallway and had passed a handful of classrooms when terror struck me as a hand wrapped itself forcefully around my waist and jerked me backwards. Dread shot through my body and I froze for a split second before taking in a deep breath and preparing to scream bloody murder. Yet before I had the chance, the other hand of the strangers clamped over my mouth and prevented my scream of desperation from being heard.

Suddenly, we were moving backwards. I kicked my legs out and put all of my weight into throwing the stranger off balance but his strength was far too much for my small frame.

It all happened all in a matter of seconds. A door was opened, I was pulled through and heard the deafening shut of that door being closed and a second later, locked.

Fear erupted in my stomach as I regretted instantly letting Rachel leave my side.

Abruptly, my captor turned me around and pushed me firmly up against the door that was the only chance of my escape. I was now facing whomever it was that had dragged me in here. I had expected to see devious, hateful, hazel eyes looking down on me.

Instead, sapphire blue eyes stared back at me.

The realization and relief that it wasn't Greg who had found me and cornered me in this classroom spread through my body like wild fire.

"Nathan! You idiot!" I yelled in a whisper and shoved his body back and away from mine. I was still shaking from the thought of being in the same room as Greg.

Nathan took in my shaking frame, eyes swooping across my body before they came back up to meet mine, understanding laced behind his eyes.

"You thought I was Greg." He stated in a deep voice.

"Yes! You scared the shit out of me!"

He was silent for a moment, composing himself somewhat before taking a small step forward.

"I'm sorry. I didn't even consider that you might think I was him. I wasn't exactly thinking straight..."

"What the hell were you even thinking!?"

"I was thinking I needed to know why the fuck that friend of yours had his hands all over you earlier and you didn't stop him." He spat out, malice dripping from his words. His predatory eyes pierced mine and there was no denying the amount of betrayal that was present in them.

Suddenly, all of the anger I felt towards him for his inconsiderate actions dissipated. Nothing was left but the desire to make him happy again, to explain everything and force all of the hurt of of his heart and replace it was love.

God, I'm getting sappy.

"I didn't get a chance to explain it to you before you saw us. I'm so sorry, Nathan." I pleaded with him, taking a step forward to press our bodies up against each others. Yet, just as I stepped forward, he stepped back.

"Explain what? That you've moved on and forgot to tell me?"

Jesus, he was far angrier that I initially thought he was.

"No! Not at all! Ben is trying to keep me safe. He thinks that if people see us together that they will think that he's my boyfriend." I explained, earning me a scoff from Nathan as he turned away from me and retreated farther into his classroom.

"Well he sure as hell was right about that!" His voice boomed out through the classroom, echoing in return.

"He's doing it so that if Greg is around, he will be less likely to approach me if I have a 'boyfriend' standing next to me." I used my fingers to make air quotation marks when I said 'boyfriend' to put emphasis on the fact that Ben was not actually my boyfriend, if he didn't quite grasp that point yet.

Nathan was silent, his body un-moving as he took in everything I had just said. I was beginning to become desperate for him to understand it and know that I still wanted him and no one else.

I took a hesitant step towards him.

"Do you get it now? It was all for my protection and I just didn't get the chance to tell you yet and I'm really really sorry about that."

"Doesn't give that prick permission to touch you as much as he was," He grumbled under his breath, finally turning to face me. "He had his hands all over you."

I sighed, shaking my head and making a mental note to slap Ben the next time I saw him.

"He was doing it on purpose. He knew it would bug you, so he over did it. Said it was some sort of man bonding," I said shaking my head and throwing my hands up in uncertainty.

Nathans eyes snapped up, something dangerous mixed in with his gaze. And then he was on the move. Stalking towards me, eyes trained on mine and unwavering.

"He did it on purpose?"

I simply nodded, overwhelmed by his approaching presence.

"He did it because he thought it would get to me?"

Another nod.

Now his body was mere inches from mine, taking up all of air surrounding us with his demanding presence. My breathing intensified. It suddenly clicked what that dangerous emotion fixed in his eyes was.

Possessiveness.

"Well, he was right."

And with that, his lips struck down on mine with an intensity like never before. His lips worked forcefully over mine, demanding control and I was more than willing to give it to him.

His hands reached down and gripped my ass; hard, before reaching down farther to grab onto my thighs, lifting me off of the ground and securing my legs around his waist.

Mind you all, I was wearing an mid- thigh dress and it was now riding all the way up around my waist. I don't think Nathan or I could of given two shits at the time though as to my modesty.

I felt my bare cheeks, due to the thong I was wearing, come in contact with a cold surface, Nathan resting my weight on it. His lips tore away from mine.

"Seeing his arms around you drove me fucking nuts," he panted with lust clear in his eyes.

"I-ahh," My protest was morphed into a moan as Nathan planted his lips on my neck, biting and sucking his way to an undeniable mark. I let my head fall back and rested my hands on what I then realized was his large desk at the front of the classroom.

"And now," He trailed fiery kisses up to my ear, his warm, wet lips melting me every step of the way. "I have this crazy need to prove to you, to Ben, to everyone, that you're mine," he growled.

Mine.

That word drove a spike of fear and excitement through me that I couldn't exactly focus on at that moment in time. Nathan thrust his hips forward into my already open legs, grinding his hardened member into the center of my underwear, causing them to dampen considerably.

"Nathan." His name rolled off my tongue effortlessly, unintentionally.

"Yeah," he responded eagerly. "that's what I want."

My head came forward, locking hooded eyes with determined ones. "What?" I asked.

His face inched closer to mine until I could feel his breath intermingle with my own, fanning across my flushed face. His eyes were dominating.

"I want to hear you say my name and watch you as you come harder than you ever have in your entire life."

My eyes widened and my breathing immediately increased, my chest heaving up and down rapidly in excitement.

Nathans hands traveled down to stroke the inside of my thighs, eliciting a small gasp from me. His fingers ran teasingly over the outside of my thong.

"Good thing you're wearing a dress today. It will make things a lot easier," he whispered gruffly in my ear before tugging my underwear to the side and without thought, slid his fingers over my sensitive, bare core.

A strangled gasp made it's way out of my throat at the sudden and yet highly anticipated contact. He worked his fingers expertly in circles, applying just the right amount of pressure to have my body writhing for more; which he was more than glad to give me.

Greedily, he tore my thong down my legs and left them hanging off of one foot while he took full advantage of my newly naked skin. His palm covered my core as one of his digits finally entered me, causing me to buck at the pleasurable intrusion.

"Ah, Nathan!"

"That's it..." he groaned as his finger kept up a tantalizing pace, bringing me more pleasure than I had ever known and I only craved more.

I laid back on his desk, throwing papers and pens down on the ground in the process, not caring how much of a mess I made. All that mattered in that moment was Nathan and giving him exactly what he wanted, which in turn would give me the best orgasm of my life.

I think that's a pretty fair trade off.

Nathan's free hand slipped up my torso until it reached my neck, grasping underneath it. He brought his face down to mine, feverishly kissing at every piece of exposed skin he could access.

"Tell me what I wanna hear, Alex," he whispered against my neck.

"Nathan," I said without hesitation.

His finger sped up.

"Who's the one making you feel like this right now?"

"You!" I cried out, feeling myself getting closer and closer to that glorious finish line.

"Say my name," he ordered in a deep, demanding tone that I had never heard come from him before. He was in total Dominant mode. I couldn't even describe how much I loved it.

"Nathan!"

"Who is the only person you will let touch you like this?"

His fingers came together to work on bringing me to the brink of my pleasure. My hips twisted with his movements as I cried out again, breathing harder and harder, arching my back on his desk, trying to give him as much access as he needed to bring me to that point.

"Oh, God, please..." I heard myself say pleadingly, knowing that I was just seconds away from bursting.

Suddenly his fingers stopped.

My eyes flew open to meet his heated, lustful gaze.

"That's not the correct answer."

"Now isn't really the time to go all professor on me, is it, sir?" I asked breathlessly, quirking an eyebrow up at him. His eyes darkened above me enticingly.

I threw my head back when he once again picked up his pace, moving faster and faster.

"You have a problem following rules, Ms. Merrick."

"Yes," I moaned, somewhat answering his question, mostly encouraging his fingers to continue their sinfully skillful work.

"Now answer me, who is the only person who can make you feel like this, bring you to this point of pleasure?"

"You! Nathan," I mumbled incoherently "Only you."

"That's right, only me," he said possessive, quickening his pace, his hot breath fanning across my face.

"Because you're mine, Alex."

"Yours."

He groaned deep within his throat. "God, I love hearing you say that."

"I'm yours," I said almost inaudibly. I could feel myself reaching higher and higher, his fingers working endlessly until I felt myself break.

"Nathan!" I screamed out as my entire body tensed and unimaginable pleasure wracked my body. Nathans mouth came down to cover my own to muffle the rest of my cries. Kissing me until I fully came down from the ultimate high, leaving me weak and breathless.

"That...was one of the most beautiful things I've ever witnessed," said Nathan as he hovered his lips above mine, stroking my neck lightly.

"That was one of the most beautiful things I've ever experienced!" That earned a prideful chuckle from him as he shifted his weight off of me and pulled me up with him.

I pulled back on my underwear and adjusted myself back to looking presentable before taking notice of Nathans classroom floor.

"I think you're gonna have some explaining to do to your next class about why your floor is a mess," I teased as I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Well then why don't you just stay here and tell them all it's because you just had a mind shattering orgasm on my desk? I think that would go over well," he said with my favorite type of sarcasm embedded in his tone.

I laughed and rose up onto the balls of my feet to plant a swift kiss on his lips before walking over to the door to finally head to my next class, which I was undoubtedly late for but as I recently found out, I can't get in trouble for being late in college. Take that Universe!

Just before I turned the knob on the door, I spun back around to Nathan, who was still watching my retreating figure. Our eyes met.

"So we're good, right?" I asked.

My favorite lop-sided grin of his stretched out on his face and his eyes sparkled back at me genuinely.

"We're great."

Little did I know what fate had in store for us and how fragile that statement truly was.

Hey all! Things were definitely getting a bit steamy there! I've never wrote a scene like that before, did you like it? Was it okay? I loved all of the feedback on the last one! Thank you all so much! The next chapter will be up next Friday if all goes according to plan :) That last line sure was foreboding, what do you guys think it could mean? ;)

Until next time!