game with Rio. He would show his mate just how dominant he could be—once he got the fey in bed.
“We’ll see.”
Rio’s Fire
59
The man was challenging Rio. His mate wanted to see Rio’s fierceness. Oddly enough, that thought made Rio want to preen, take his shirt off, and show Fire his prowess. Rio didn’t want to leave Fire.
He knew his class would be returning soon, but the thought of going back to his own room wasn’t something he wanted to think about. He was acting like some love-struck kitten.
When the bell rang, Rio sighed, knowing his time with Fire was over…for now. Reluctantly, Rio wandered back to his classroom, waiting on his students to arrive. He spent the rest of the day with stories in the story corner, games to entertain and educate them at the same time, and quiet time when they sat down to draw together, brushing up on their social skills.
Afterward, Rio watched Fire climb into Tank’s truck before getting into his own. He had told his mate that he would be there tonight, and he would. Rio just needed to get home and take a shower.
Pulling out of the staff parking lot, Rio saw from the corner of his eye that Mr. Fishman was watching him. The man was giving him a cold, appraising look. He had the impression that Mr. Fishman was wondering whether it was worth going after Rio or just dropping the entire mess.
Rio was voting for Mr. Fishman to back off, but he knew that was a vain wish. The principal’s muddy-water eyes followed Rio until he was well out of the lot and driving away. The thought of Fire pushed Mr. Fishman’s strange behavior out of Rio’s mind. His heart began to race as he pulled into his driveway twenty minutes later and let himself into his home.
Having showered, dressed, and grabbed a quick meal, Rio was out the door. Instead of wearing his khaki pants and dress shirt—the clothes he wore to his teaching job—Rio was adorned with a dark-blue bandanna on his head, a graphic grey T-shirt, blue jeans, biker boots, and his black leather.
That should impress Fire.
60 Lynn
Hagen
And it impressed Rio that he was going through all this trouble.
He highly doubted Fire would refuse him. So why get dressed up? Or was that dressed down? Whatever it was referred to, Rio was trying his damnedest to look good for Fire.
Pulling onto the gravel, Rio drove as close as he could to the house and found an empty parking spot. He still needed to talk to Fire about why he was on lockdown. It bothered him. If Maverick was being this stringent, then Fire had to have fucked up pretty badly.
Climbing from his truck, Rio twirled his keys on his finger, catching them on every turn as he headed toward the front door. He saw a camera mounted high up in the corner, the small device turning toward him as he rang the doorbell.
It didn’t take long before someone answered.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m here to see Fire.”
“Why would you want to see him?”
The guy looked vaguely familiar. Rio knew he had seen the man somewhere before.
“Who is it, Johnny?”
“Someone to see Fire,” Johnny called out over his shoulder.
“Although I think he’s nuts for wanting to see the fey.”
Rio was starting to get upset. Fire may have messed up, but he took exception to the way people talked about his mate.
Hawk came to the door. Now this was a man Rio recognized and knew. “Come on in, Rio.”
Rio stepped in as the door closed behind him. Why did he feel like he had just stepped into Satan’s lair?
Rio’s Fire
61
Chapter Seven
Fire closed his bedroom door, thankful he was finally alone with his mate. It seemed everybody and their mother wanted to talk to Rio.
Fire argued with half the people in the house most days. Let Rio show up and he was an instant hit. Even the sentries liked him.
He guessed that was a good thing. But trying to pry Rio away from everybody to get him alone had given Fire a migraine. When he turned from the door, Fire saw Rio standing over by his bed
“We’ll see.”
Rio’s Fire
59
The man was challenging Rio. His mate wanted to see Rio’s fierceness. Oddly enough, that thought made Rio want to preen, take his shirt off, and show Fire his prowess. Rio didn’t want to leave Fire.
He knew his class would be returning soon, but the thought of going back to his own room wasn’t something he wanted to think about. He was acting like some love-struck kitten.
When the bell rang, Rio sighed, knowing his time with Fire was over…for now. Reluctantly, Rio wandered back to his classroom, waiting on his students to arrive. He spent the rest of the day with stories in the story corner, games to entertain and educate them at the same time, and quiet time when they sat down to draw together, brushing up on their social skills.
Afterward, Rio watched Fire climb into Tank’s truck before getting into his own. He had told his mate that he would be there tonight, and he would. Rio just needed to get home and take a shower.
Pulling out of the staff parking lot, Rio saw from the corner of his eye that Mr. Fishman was watching him. The man was giving him a cold, appraising look. He had the impression that Mr. Fishman was wondering whether it was worth going after Rio or just dropping the entire mess.
Rio was voting for Mr. Fishman to back off, but he knew that was a vain wish. The principal’s muddy-water eyes followed Rio until he was well out of the lot and driving away. The thought of Fire pushed Mr. Fishman’s strange behavior out of Rio’s mind. His heart began to race as he pulled into his driveway twenty minutes later and let himself into his home.
Having showered, dressed, and grabbed a quick meal, Rio was out the door. Instead of wearing his khaki pants and dress shirt—the clothes he wore to his teaching job—Rio was adorned with a dark-blue bandanna on his head, a graphic grey T-shirt, blue jeans, biker boots, and his black leather.
That should impress Fire.
60 Lynn
Hagen
And it impressed Rio that he was going through all this trouble.
He highly doubted Fire would refuse him. So why get dressed up? Or was that dressed down? Whatever it was referred to, Rio was trying his damnedest to look good for Fire.
Pulling onto the gravel, Rio drove as close as he could to the house and found an empty parking spot. He still needed to talk to Fire about why he was on lockdown. It bothered him. If Maverick was being this stringent, then Fire had to have fucked up pretty badly.
Climbing from his truck, Rio twirled his keys on his finger, catching them on every turn as he headed toward the front door. He saw a camera mounted high up in the corner, the small device turning toward him as he rang the doorbell.
It didn’t take long before someone answered.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m here to see Fire.”
“Why would you want to see him?”
The guy looked vaguely familiar. Rio knew he had seen the man somewhere before.
“Who is it, Johnny?”
“Someone to see Fire,” Johnny called out over his shoulder.
“Although I think he’s nuts for wanting to see the fey.”
Rio was starting to get upset. Fire may have messed up, but he took exception to the way people talked about his mate.
Hawk came to the door. Now this was a man Rio recognized and knew. “Come on in, Rio.”
Rio stepped in as the door closed behind him. Why did he feel like he had just stepped into Satan’s lair?
Rio’s Fire
61
Chapter Seven
Fire closed his bedroom door, thankful he was finally alone with his mate. It seemed everybody and their mother wanted to talk to Rio.
Fire argued with half the people in the house most days. Let Rio show up and he was an instant hit. Even the sentries liked him.
He guessed that was a good thing. But trying to pry Rio away from everybody to get him alone had given Fire a migraine. When he turned from the door, Fire saw Rio standing over by his bed
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