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  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

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  1

  I woke to the sound of Jax’s steady breathing, the scent of his skin, and our evening of love play lingering in the air around me. A ding from the floor near the bed where my carelessly discarded purse had landed indicated a text had just come in and I dreaded stirring and leaving the warmth of his body pressed against mine and the safety of his arm wrapped possessively around me. A secret smile curved my lips as I slid my fingers down to find purchase around his hand and pressed my arm down on top of his muscled one in a reverent squeeze. My movement only caused him to pull me tighter to his naked body as he buried his face deeper into my neck. Who would have thought the great Jaxon Michaels was a spooner? It was a warm, delicious cocoon I never wanted to be free of.

  Bliss, I thought. Sheer bliss.

  It was Saturday morning, and though it was getting commonplace for me to spend Friday nights at Jax’s apartment, I still was in awe that he let me into his life. My heart swelled inside my chest. He was larger than life, beautiful, brilliant and invincible, yet he let his guard down with me. I felt like the luckiest woman on earth. Lots of women adored him for his words or his sexual magnetism, but only I got to hear him whisper sexy little nothings that set me on fire. My body stirred at the delicious memory of the prior evening.

  Ding.

  The phone persisted again. I stretched toward the edge of the bed, straining to reach down to grab it without disturbing Jax. My fingers felt around blindly until they closed around the phone and I was able to bring it up to look at the screen.

  Did you talk to Dr. Michaels, yet?

  The text was from Luke. I groaned inwardly and inhaled deeply as I considered my options. I felt flattered Luke wanted me to critique his work, but I didn’t want to lessen his value in Jax’s eyes. My sexy professor was gentle with me, but when he got his teaching hat on, he could be ruthless. Professional, but demanding. I’d seen it in class a few times when one student or another had irritated him. I could only imagine how he’d interpret Luke asking one of the student’s he was assigned for help. Was Luke asking me if I’d spoken to Jax about becoming his second T.A or about my helping him with his manuscript? I decided the first was my best option and typed out my response.

  Not yet. I will, I promise.

  “To whom are you making promises, now?” Jax’s deep, sleepy voice roused over my shoulder and reverberated into my ear in the wake of his warm breath. “Should I be jealous?” he asked, languidly amused. He’d obviously glanced at the message over my shoulder. I felt anxious that he could have seen who it was from, yet, I didn’t want to keep anything from him, either. This situation could go either way.

  He moved enough for me to shift onto my back so I could look over at him. I lifted a hand, reached up, and cupped his cheek. “As if.”

  His sumptuous lips curved up into a lazy smile. “It could happen.”

  “How?” I pressed wryly, shifting once more until I was facing him. He took my hand and pressed his open mouth into the palm as his eyes peered into mine. He was rumpled and so sexy with his hair mussed from a night of love play, and my fingers threading through it, there was a soft scruff on his jaw that I’d come to love. It made him look dangerous and sensuous. “I mean… you’re you.”

  The amusement left his expression. “Yes, and you’re you, Addison. Don’t you know how you affect me?” He used one finger to trace down my face from my cheekbone to my chin as he bent and kissed me leisurely, yet thoroughly, his hand sliding into my hair to cup my head. I opened my mouth to give him access, and his tongue played with mine, teasing it into a response. My heart and mind thrilled at his admission, even if it wasn’t one of undying love.

  I ran my hand up his chest and over his broad, muscular shoulders. He was all man; demanding and sure in his ability to give pleasure.

  Passion flared between us as he rolled me beneath him and settled into the cradle of my body, clearly aroused. When the phone, now laying on the bed behind me, dinged again Jax froze. His lips lifted from mine, despite my attempts to keep the kiss going. “Must be some promise,” he muttered good-naturedly.

  I licked my lips and brushed back the lock of dark hair falling over his forehead as he looked down into my face. I arched up into his erection. I wasn’t sure if I was hoping to distract him or just that my body always had an insatiable hunger for his.

  He obligingly pushed his hips forward to grind his hard flesh into mine. We were both without clothes so it would only take a shift of my hips and he would slide inside me. I could feel the moisture pool and my body clenched in anticipation. If it weren’t for the furrow in his brow, I would have.

  “Can’t you tell me?” he coaxed gently. “Come on.”

  I stopped to gaze up at him. His eyes were soft and imploring, with something that seemed like vulnerability lurking in the blue depths. “It’s nothing.” My fingers lingered on his cheek and my leg hooked the back of his thigh.

  “Isn’t it?”

  I smiled in delight. Happiness at the prospect filled my heart to exploding. “Are you jealous?”

  “No,” he admonished. “But I don’t want secrets between us.”

  I sobered, my hand still laced in the soft strands on the side of his head, playing, trying to offer comfort incase my next words stung. “The text was from Luke.”

  Relief flooded his features. “Oh,” he smiled and bent to resume kissing my mouth. “Is one of your assignments late?” Jax murmured. “I think I might have some pull to fix it.”

  I placed my fingertips on his jaw to stop him. “No, that’s not it, Jax.” I shook my head. “He thinks I’m a good writer a
nd wondered if you’d be open to my replacing your missing T.A. Jeff, right? Luke needs help with the workload of so many students.”

  Jax’s jaw hardened as anger filled his expression, and then he pushed away and rose from the bed. I sighed in regret even as I watched his magnificent male form walk away from me to gather the jeans that he’d left on the floor the night before and slide them on commando, his movements as smooth as a jungle cat.

  I silently lamented that his perfect ass was now hidden beneath the denim. Jax faced me as he buttoned the waistband and slid the zipper up, a scowl placed firmly on his face. “Even if I’d consider it, why didn’t he tell me he was overworked himself? He had you ask me?” he was incredulous. “Does he know what’s going on between us?” he asked, accusingly.

  I sat up abruptly, holding the covers around my bare chest, shaking my head indignantly. It hurt me that Jax didn’t trust me.

  “No!” I didn’t understand why he was so angry, but clearly Luke’s trepidation was warranted. “He was talking to me about my work and said he really liked it, but…” I hesitated, remembering Luke’s insistence that Jax might think he wasn’t focused on his T.A. duties if he was working on a book of his own. I certainly understood. Jax could be onerous in his expectations, and the workload in his class was heavy. Given his current suspicion of Luke’s motives, I struggled with how to respond so I wouldn’t add fuel to the fire of his mood.

  “But, what, Addison?” Jax demanded, turning to glare at me.

  I thought about trying to joke with him but thought better of it. I felt myself flush under his scrutiny. I wanted to help Luke, and I was starting to get angry myself, so I ignored the nagging voice inside my head. I really wanted to help Luke, and so, I would. Just because I was in a relationship with Jax, didn’t mean I couldn’t do what I wanted. As far as I was concerned it had little to do with Jax. Did he tell me what he did every moment we weren’t together? No.

  “But… you do assign a lot of work, and I get how he can’t handle it all by himself!” I got off the bed dragging the sheet with me. The rest of the bedding tangled with it and fell to the floor and I struggled to get free so I could get dressed. “In fact, I feel a certain amount of guilt about it!” I stormed. I tugged hard at the offending material angrily.

  “Why, for fuck’s sake?” He stood, bare-chested, dressed in his well-fitting jeans, his hands in his front pockets. It was a casual pose; if it weren’t for the tenor of his voice and his pissed off expression, I’d be ready to climb him like a tree. Through his anger, his eyes roamed over my naked form with a hunger he couldn’t disguise. I didn’t care how I felt about him, this was getting to be too much.

  “Because working with me means you dump more in his lap, obviously!” I spat out, scanning the room for my clothing that had been discarded the night before.

  “Pfft!” Jax dismissed. “He shouldn’t have come to you to fight his battles for him. It was a pussy thing to do. Why did he think you’d have any influence if he didn’t know we were involved?” he shouted.

  I was frustrated by the tangle of material at my feet and finally gave up, finally stepping out of it, and letting the sheet fall to join the offending bedding. I was naked and Jax’s eyes burned over my skin. I could feel the intensity of his gaze as if it were fire. “I don’t know! Um… maybe because every woman you meet wants to fuck you, I guess!” I threw over my shoulder with a huff. I quickly found my black lace bra and panties and scurried into them, rushing around to throw on my blouse and jeans. His gaze burned every inch of my skin like a physical touch. Even when I wasn’t looking at him, I felt it.

  “Maybe he wants to fuck you!” Jax fumed, following me around the room.

  “I barely know him!” I shoved first one leg then the other into my jeans and pulled them up.

  “So what?” Jax exclaimed. “That means nothing! He’s read your words and that’s enough to get any man’s cock hard!”

  I almost laughed out loud. If it wasn’t so idiotic, it would be funny. Did Jax really think I could look at anyone else after being with him?

  “You’re ridiculous, and oh, so eloquent! Not every guy uses his dick as a compass, you know! Maybe he thinks I’m a good writer, and maybe he just needs my help! Ever think of that? God, you’re such an arrogant bastard!”

  Jax ran both hands through his hair impatiently. “He might need help, yes, but you’re incredibly naive if you think he doesn’t want in your pants, Addison.”

  “Whatever, Jaxon.” I mocked his use of my full name and rolled my eyes.

  “He could have spoken to me himself if that were truly his issue. Unless he’s got microscopic balls.” He stood fuming in front of me. “In which case he needs more than help with his writing.”

  “Ugh! You’re unbelievable! He’s afraid you’d go all napalm on him, just as you’re doing to me now, I might add! Jesus!”

  His hand landed on his hips again, then his strong jaw jutted out. “Baby, my napalm is not for him, and you know it,” he mocked, still furious. He was beautiful when he was angry and it was hard for me not to run to him, put my arms around his body, and then reach up and kiss the movie-star cleft on his chin.

  I cringed at my own helplessness. A torrent of emotions raced through me. I was so mad, yet I wanted him… and I realized suddenly; I was in love with him.

  “How would it look if I put you in as one of my T.A.s when you haven’t even finished the course, yourself?” he asked sarcastically. “Why not tattoo that I’m fucking you directly on my forehead, instead?” He used both index fingers to point to it. “I thought we decided to keep this between us, Addison?”

  “God! I hate it when you say my name in that sanctimonious way! How many times do I need to tell you that I didn’t tell him about us?”

  “Ahhhhh!” Jax yelled. “What a way to ruin a great fucking weekend,” he muttered, storming into the en-suite bathroom and slamming the door behind him with a substantial bang.

  I inhaled a deep breath and froze in place. He was right. It was ruining the weekend, but I was hurt that he didn’t trust me. I would have told him the truth if I believed he would have kept his cool. I wanted to tell him, but I’d hoped he’d be reasonable enough to listen. Was this how he was with Luke all the time? No wonder the poor guy hesitated to approach him.

  The anger fled, and sadness replaced it. My eyes filled with tears as I found my shoes and shoved them on, gathering my purse, and turning to walk out of his bedroom, I left the apartment. Jaxon Michaels definitely needed a cooling-off period, and I needed to decide what I was going to do. Becoming T.A number two was off the table, so if I wanted to critique Luke’s novel, I’d have to be honest. Judging from his overreaction this morning, he wouldn’t take it well, but to hide it would be worse.

  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

  What the hell just happened?

  I inhaled deeply, trying to calm myself but yanked a fluffy white towel off of the rack and flung it over the top of one of the glass walls on the shower in my private bathroom. Soon the room was full of steam and I was standing under the hot water. Unfortunately, my dick was still at attention despite our fight.

  My hand reached out and turned the faucet all the way to the cold side. When the icy water hit the steaming skin of my back and shoulders, it made me flinch. “Jesus Christ!” I cursed, turning around to take it like a man. I let the water rush over my face and down the front of my body. It had the desired effect, and soon, my problem was solved.

  Shit! I thought, returning the water to a more palatable temperature.

  So much for my plans to take Addison out to a light breakfast, then Oktoberfest NYC and after the sun went down, I’d planned to take her to the Great Jack-O-Lantern Blaze. I’d never been but had heard it was fantastic; thousands and thousands of intricately carved pumpkins all a glow. It would have been very romantic, and now my entire day of plans was ruined.

  I groaned aloud, sucking in another deep, calming breath as I continued to let the warm water rush over me. H
ow could I let a discussion about Luke Anderson screw up the entire day? A new twinge of anger, or some other emotion I hesitated to define, nagged at me as I used some of the musky body wash from the chrome dispenser situated in one corner of the shower and lathered up my skin. My mind was racing, my chest felt uncomfortably tight and I wanted to fucking punch something.

  What in fuck’s name was wrong with me, and what was Luke doing texting Addison about anything other than her assignments? Reading and grading her work didn’t mean he needed to call or text her, I rationalized.

  I paused to think about it before I turned to rinse off. He was a man. Younger than me by a decade, sure, but still a man, and what man wouldn’t want her? Just looking at her brought me to my knees, but especially after knowing how her incredible mind worked. He didn’t have her scent, the feel of her in his arms, the knowledge of how her body came to life with just a little coaxing, but I had to admit that even her words were enough to get his dick hard, and knowing he was helpless to his hormones didn’t make the anger and anxiety I was feeling subside.

  My jaw clenched, fighting with my own emotions; knowing how completely owned I was. I didn’t want Addison anywhere near him. More than that, I just wanted to get through this academic year without raising too many eyebrows. If I didn’t know it before that moment, it hit me that I wanted Addison to be part of my future, not just a casual fling.

  I shook my head. I couldn’t make her my T.A. for a class she hadn’t even finished, no matter how brilliant she was or how much help Luke might need. After she graduated and her book was published, we could be more open about our relationship, but only then. Publishers generally took at least a year to get a book out after the contract was signed, so it should all work out if I could just keep control of the situation.