entourage of babysitters watching our every move.” He didn’t like that Maverick was keeping such a close eye on Fire. He wanted to know exactly Rio’s Fire
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what his mate had done to warrant such anger from the alpha. It had to be something big for Maverick to pretty much put Fire on lockdown. He was going to find out. Rio didn’t like his mate hiding things from him.
“What’s going on in here?”
Rio ground his teeth when he heard Mr. Fishman. He was getting extremely tired of the human dogging Fire’s every step. He remembered the principal telling Rio that Fire wasn’t the type of person who he wanted at this school. He was starting to wonder of maybe Mr. Fishman was one of those homophobic men and knew Fire was gay. That had to be the reason the guy didn’t like Fire.
That only pissed Rio off. Mr. Fishman lived in a town full of gay men. If he was indeed homophobic, he picked the wrong place to live.
He was also pissed because the man had popped the small bubble he and his mate had been in. Rio looked at Fire, wanting to say something, to apologize for the principal—because Rio’s gut was saying that Mr. Fishman was against gay people—but Fire had turned his back on them.
He scoffed, a raw-sounding snarl low in his throat. “As you can see we are cleaning up the mess on the floor.”
Rio’s tone held no venom, just the bold frankness that Mr.
Fishman couldn’t argue with. Rio knew he was in deep now, all thanks to Fire. And while he couldn’t really hold it against his mate, Rio knew he was now under Mr. Fishman’s suspicious watch.
There was a part of him convinced the principal was homophobic.
Even if his mate wasn’t a top-notch teacher, Mr. Fishman was coming at Fire a little too strong. He couldn’t dismiss the feeling. He might be wrong—which he highly doubted—but Rio had never seen anybody this up in arms for something as trivial as a rowdy class.
Mr. Fishman looked as if he wanted to argue, to find something wrong so he would be justified in yelling at Fire. Little did the obnoxious human know that if he raised his voice to Fire again, Rio was going to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget. The 58 Lynn
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principal whirled around and walked out of the room with angry strides.
“I think I’m growing on him.” Fire stood with the supplies in his arms and then walked over to his desk. “I think I like him, too, especially when his chubby little jowls start flapping around.”
Rio didn’t say anything, just gazed at Fire as though he were some bizarre species he never encountered before. “You have one strange sense of humor.” Rio felt the epiphany rolling off of him as comprehension finally, fully, took root in his mind. He gaped now, staring at his mate as if seeing him for the first time. The man was a mess. God, was he a mess. But Fire had an innocence about him that called to a raw instinct Rio never knew he had. He was like some misguided kid who was just stumbling through life. It was all so clear to him now.
“What are you going to do, knock on the front door and ask if we can have sex in my bedroom?” He referred back to Rio’s original statement before Mr. Fishman interrupted them.
“The only person I need permission from is you.” Rio could see the twinkle of delight in Fire’s eyes. The guy really liked when Rio stated things instead of asking. He had to be very careful with this new knowledge. If there was one thing Rio had learned about his mate, it was that Fire ran when he felt trapped.
“You better be careful,” Fire warned as he restacked the construction paper according to color. “Daddy has very sharp teeth.”
The left side of Rio’s mouth pulled up, a smile fighting to break free. “So do I. I’m not worried about Maverick. He can’t interfere in mating.”
Fire organized the rest of the items on his desk, keeping his head down, but Rio could see the small grin. The man was quite adorable when he was playing this
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what his mate had done to warrant such anger from the alpha. It had to be something big for Maverick to pretty much put Fire on lockdown. He was going to find out. Rio didn’t like his mate hiding things from him.
“What’s going on in here?”
Rio ground his teeth when he heard Mr. Fishman. He was getting extremely tired of the human dogging Fire’s every step. He remembered the principal telling Rio that Fire wasn’t the type of person who he wanted at this school. He was starting to wonder of maybe Mr. Fishman was one of those homophobic men and knew Fire was gay. That had to be the reason the guy didn’t like Fire.
That only pissed Rio off. Mr. Fishman lived in a town full of gay men. If he was indeed homophobic, he picked the wrong place to live.
He was also pissed because the man had popped the small bubble he and his mate had been in. Rio looked at Fire, wanting to say something, to apologize for the principal—because Rio’s gut was saying that Mr. Fishman was against gay people—but Fire had turned his back on them.
He scoffed, a raw-sounding snarl low in his throat. “As you can see we are cleaning up the mess on the floor.”
Rio’s tone held no venom, just the bold frankness that Mr.
Fishman couldn’t argue with. Rio knew he was in deep now, all thanks to Fire. And while he couldn’t really hold it against his mate, Rio knew he was now under Mr. Fishman’s suspicious watch.
There was a part of him convinced the principal was homophobic.
Even if his mate wasn’t a top-notch teacher, Mr. Fishman was coming at Fire a little too strong. He couldn’t dismiss the feeling. He might be wrong—which he highly doubted—but Rio had never seen anybody this up in arms for something as trivial as a rowdy class.
Mr. Fishman looked as if he wanted to argue, to find something wrong so he would be justified in yelling at Fire. Little did the obnoxious human know that if he raised his voice to Fire again, Rio was going to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget. The 58 Lynn
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principal whirled around and walked out of the room with angry strides.
“I think I’m growing on him.” Fire stood with the supplies in his arms and then walked over to his desk. “I think I like him, too, especially when his chubby little jowls start flapping around.”
Rio didn’t say anything, just gazed at Fire as though he were some bizarre species he never encountered before. “You have one strange sense of humor.” Rio felt the epiphany rolling off of him as comprehension finally, fully, took root in his mind. He gaped now, staring at his mate as if seeing him for the first time. The man was a mess. God, was he a mess. But Fire had an innocence about him that called to a raw instinct Rio never knew he had. He was like some misguided kid who was just stumbling through life. It was all so clear to him now.
“What are you going to do, knock on the front door and ask if we can have sex in my bedroom?” He referred back to Rio’s original statement before Mr. Fishman interrupted them.
“The only person I need permission from is you.” Rio could see the twinkle of delight in Fire’s eyes. The guy really liked when Rio stated things instead of asking. He had to be very careful with this new knowledge. If there was one thing Rio had learned about his mate, it was that Fire ran when he felt trapped.
“You better be careful,” Fire warned as he restacked the construction paper according to color. “Daddy has very sharp teeth.”
The left side of Rio’s mouth pulled up, a smile fighting to break free. “So do I. I’m not worried about Maverick. He can’t interfere in mating.”
Fire organized the rest of the items on his desk, keeping his head down, but Rio could see the small grin. The man was quite adorable when he was playing this
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