The second I was able to be alone with her, all of the anger subsided, bringing a relative calm over me. That calm was the fucking problem because when it struck, it put my thought process on hold and allowed me to do shit that I knew for a fact I shouldn't be doing, like running my hands up her torso while I kissed her sweet fucking neck. Doors were wide ass open as I stood there, ready to seep into her, knowing damn well that I wouldn't be able to. All common sense escaped me when she came near, making me do stupid shit that could jeopardize everything for the both of us. I needed to reign my shit back in, but I found I was severely lacking the will power, and it would ultimately destroy me.

 I just knew it would.

Sitting in the back of the classroom as they took their tests, my mind wandered back to Dalton and the smile that seemed to creep onto his face every time he got near her. His fucking hands, no matter how harmlessly they touched her, sent my mind to a place that I didn't need it to be. I meant what I said about not playing nice when someone tries to take something of mine, and even though I may have come on too strong, or overly aggressive, I was done with the bullshit. It was time to stake my claim and cement that shit.

Thinking about sitting on duty all night on a fucking Friday night when all of the guys would be at Coyotes, and she would be off enjoying her time with that little dipshit, was frustrating me all over again. Could I make her stay in? As her instructor, absolutely. Would I? No. But that didn't mean that I couldn't find some way to steal some time away with her.

"Time," Jensen shouted as the timer on the desk went off.

I stood in the back of the room near the door, waiting for the students to turn in their papers before walking out for their break.

"You will have a fifteen minute break before we start the next session. Turn your papers in to Sgt. Cruz on your way out," Jensen said.

The class filed out, dropping their papers off with me as they made their way out the door. Ruiz was directly behind Bennett as they approached, making it difficult to get her to steal away for a minute with me. Bennett reached me and stopped, placing her paper on top of the pile as I tried to nonchalantly nod my head in the direction of the room that would take us away from everyone else. She looked as if she got it, softly smiling as our eyes left one another. Ruiz moved forward, dropping off her paper and giving me a suspicious glare which I gladly returned. Whatever the fuck it was that she thought she knew, I needed to make sure that she stayed a few steps behind us.

As soon as Ruiz walked out of the room, I turned my attention back over to Jensen and Newsome, who I needed to get out of the room as well.

"Hey, man. We're going to make a quick turnaround trip to Vegas tomorrow. You comin'?" Newsome asked, taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. I had never been so thankful that this fucker smoked.

"Fuck, I've got duty all night, so no, I won't be up and ready to go to Vegas in the morning."

"Sucks for you, man. Friday night duty. I'll drink a few in your honor," Jensen chimed in. "But right now, I need to take a monstrous piss. Too much coffee this morning."

He tore out of the room before either of us had the chance to say anything more to him. I didn't care since it left me with one less person to have to get rid of.

Finally, I had the room all to myself. I stridently walked over to the side that held a door which remained locked from the outside. I gently pushed it open, not wanting to alert anyone who may have been nearby that someone was using that entrance. Bennett stood there, hidden by the wall that lay adjacent to the door, her soul sucking green eyes pulling me in the second that our eyes locked. I pulled her into the room, pressing her against the wall as I ran my lips up and down her tiny, delicate neck. That familiar vanilla and fruit flavored smell overcame me, sending me back to Coyotes and all of the excitement that took place there. She eagerly tilted her head to the side, giving me further access to her neck as I worked my lips up and down, kissing and suckling every inch of skin exposed to me.

Our chests moved in erratic succession, both of us breathing hard as the need to let go of some of this sexual tension mounted. Her hands wrapped around my head, pulling me even closer to her as one of my hands lay on her cheek while the other snaked down and firmly clasped onto her ass. I paused to pull back, needing to look at her, to drink her in.

"Are you crazy?" she asked, still breathing hard while trying to catch her breath.

I sucked on my bottom lip, wanting to cut the chit chat and take advantage of every second that I had with her.

"I must be, because right now, nothing else fucking matters but you," I lowly grumbled, hoping to get back to fulfilling my need to touch her, to taste her, to be with her.

"You know we could--"

My mouth crashed down on hers just as she was about to beat me over the head with a dose of reality. I didn't want to hear what could happen should anyone catch us, I didn't give a shit in that moment. I just wanted her, and I wasn't about to waste another second denying myself of her any longer.

My tongue moved aggressively with hers, swirling around in her mouth and trying to taste every inch of her. Her hands held strong to the back of my neck, prompting me to place both of mine on her ass, squeezing and lifting her off the ground. My hard cock was pounding with an aching need to get inside of her, and as it sat at the entrance of her pussy, clothing once again inhibiting us, I felt her gently beginning to rock to and fro, further taunting and teasing me.

"You don't want to do that," I growled, warning her that I was in a primal state, and there was no telling how far I would be willing to go.

She didn't stop, further rocking her hips over my cock, sending pain and pleasure from root to tip. Her movements were making it damn near unbearable to not rip her clothes off, bend her over, and fuck the living lights out of her.

"Yeah, start roundin' em' up," I heard Jensen call out, startling Bennett.

She stopped moving and stared into my eyes, the innocence putting a smile on my face.

"Me and You. Your room tonight," I told her through labored pants just as fear went off in her eyes.

"How can you? You're on duty? That's worse than right now."

I held her up with one arm and placed a finger over her lips.

"Don't doubt me, Blondie. I make shit happen."

She was just about to reply when I placed her down on the ground, helping her fix her uniform.

Gently pushing the side door open, I leaned in and kissed her sweet, soft lips again, my lips lingering on hers, not wanting to break our touch, before helping her out. Just as she stepped outside, a haze overcame me, blurring the sight of her while leaving me in a daze.

"Ahem," Jensen said. He and Newsome stared down at me with baffled expressions staining their faces.

I sat up, having fallen asleep in the back of the classroom. I wiped my eyes before running my fingertips over my lips, having sworn I had Bennett pinned up against a wall, tasting her beautifully sculpted body while she taunted me, letting go of her inhibitions and giving herself to me. Feeling the bulge that was my cock, I reached down to massage it, trying to discreetly ease the ache that had settled into what was turning into the most sensitive part of my body.

I was losing control. Never had I ever fallen asleep, drifted off, or lost my train of thought when it came to my job-- until now. My feral attraction to Bennett was beginning to destroy me. My psyche wouldn't allow me to move on from her. She was imprinted in my mind.

"What the fuck, man? Falling asleep in the classroom?" Jensen asked, looking absolutely disgusted. Thankfully the classroom was empty.

"I don't know what the fuck got into me," I lied, rubbing my hands over my eyes again.

"I know what the fucks gotten into you," Jensen sneered. "Get yourself together, Alex."

I abruptly stood up, my chair loudly scratching against the floor, bringing myself face to face with Jensen. Even though I was off my game, I was still his senior and wouldn't tolerate his shit.

"You better stand the fuck down, Jensen," I hissed.

Our breathing intensified as we stood glaring at one another, scowls deepening as neither of us wanted to back down.

"Whoa. Fill me in. I want to know what the fucks gotten into both of you," Newsome said, trying to diffuse the combustible situation we now found ourselves in.

"It's nothing, man," I said. "Nothing at all."

He didn't look convinced.

Jensen turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving Newsome and me standing there. I needed to let him know that he had gone too far with Bennett the night before.

"Hey, man. Just wanted to say thanks for yesterday." I grabbed the back of his neck, playfully gripping it.

A bright smile crept across his face. "Oh, no problem, man. I love picking out the example. It always feels good getting to blow out my frustrations by destroying shit."

He laughed, but I couldn't join in. He took one look at my face and stopped.

"I appreciate it, but don't go overboard like that next time."

"But, that's what we always--"

I stopped him, gripping just a bit harder.  "I know. But for a female, that was a bit too much. You understand that?" I responded, my voice growing more defense with every word spoken.

Confusion swept over him as he looked at me with piqued curiosity, but I didn't say anything further. I simply patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to go on his way. He didn't say another word, instead strolling outside and lighting up his cigarette.