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  Racy Nights 10

  Schooling Their Racy Teacher

  When submissive cellist Ava Harmony escapes her abusive ex-Dom, she opens a music shop in Racy. She’s not prepared for opposition from Dom Jake Malloy, or for the kindred spirit she finds in Dom Gary Reed. As she indulges in a hot ménage romance with both men, Ava is lulled into a false sense of security.

  Jake Malloy misjudges Ava when she arrives in town, thinking she’s there to take money away from sports in the schools and funnel it into music programs. But when a school board decision affects her dreams of teaching in the schools as well, Jake realizes his love for Ava is above all that. Will Jake’s romance with Ava be cut short when her ex-Dom surfaces in nearby Indianapolis?

  Gary Reed finds a like-minded musician in Ava, and doesn’t mind sharing her with Jake. But when Ava’s ex-Dom shows up too close to home, will Gary lose the woman he loves to her past?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 55,989 words

  SCHOOLING THEIR RACY TEACHER

  Racy Nights 10

  Tara Rose

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  SCHOOLING THEIR RACY TEACHER

  Copyright © 2014 by Tara Rose

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  First E-book Publication: March 2014

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  DEDICATION

  For my cello teacher. Thank you for the gift of music.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  About the Author

  SCHOOLING THEIR RACY TEACHER

  Racy Nights 10

  TARA ROSE

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  Ava Harmony pulled up to the recently constructed Queen Anne-style home that now housed Harmony Music, still unable to believe she was the owner and operator of Racy, Indiana’s first music store in over two decades. She had a brand-new life, address, and business.

  As she stepped outside, she breathed in the frosty air of a crisp Midwestern January morning. There were no construction vehicles or crew around today, on a Saturday. She had this moment all to herself. The home that would soon house the music store was one of dozens built on Lawnview Drive to resemble the restored Queen Anne down the street. That one housed Tye Me Up, the fetish shop owned and operated by Ava’s friend Kari Tye, and Alexa Monahan.

  Racy was a charming little town that Ava had decided during the past four weeks must be one of the country’s best-kept secrets. And she was still only two and a half hours away from her family’s estate in Lake Forest, Illinois, when and if the need to visit them arose. But Ava wanted to establish her shop here in Racy before she returned home to visit, otherwise she’d have to endure another sarcastic round of “I told you so” from her parents and siblings.

  And listen yet one more time to how I’ve squandered money from my trust fund on frivolous shit? No thanks.

  Even though the music programs in Cyrus Racy Grade School, Northeast Middle School, and Northwest High School were constantly in danger of being cut entirely, Ava hoped they’d find the money to keep the programs going. Barring that, she could always give private lessons to feed her need to teach. She’d done that all through college, and missed doing so. There was nothing in the world like seeing a student master a difficult piece, or watching them figure out a minor scale for the first time.

  Her parents thought she was out of her mind for sinking this kind of money into a music store in a town where extracurricular programs in the schools were hanging on by a thread, but what else was she supposed to do with her time? Her dual degree was in music education and performance. Maybe one day she’d audition for a spot in an orchestra again, but right now the memories were too painful…too raw.

  No. This was perfect. A little shop where she could plant the seeds of what music could bring to a person’s life, and the chance to teach in a school or two. And, regardless, she’d fallen in love with Racy the moment she’d driven down its streets.

  That wasn’t something she could explain to her parents, or to anyone except Kari, whom Ava had met at a
party in New York City fourteen years ago. Ava had been in her fourth year at Berklee College of Music in Boston, and Kari was still with her ex-Dom. From the moment Kari had first begun to describe her hometown, Ava had wanted to see it.

  Now, Kari was living here once again, and had been instrumental in helping Ava buy one of these shops. Ava had done the final walk-through on Friday, and hoped to open in four weeks, even if all her stock might not have arrived by then. As she stomped the snow off her boots and unlocked the front door, a dark-blue Nissan drove slowly past, but she paid little attention to it. All during the construction she’d noticed people driving by, watching the progress.

  From what she’d been told by Kari, and by Chase Taylor, the building commissioner, this project was the most expansive one the town had undertaken in a long time, and it was being done concurrently with the reconstruction of buildings downtown that had been destroyed by an EF3 tornado last May. Because of all that, there was an energy about the town that Ava loved. She could feel the excitement of new businesses being born, and plenty of work for everyone. She’d always loved small towns, and was thrilled to finally be part of this one.

  Ava closed the door of the home behind her and then checked the thermostat, adjusting it down a few degrees. No point in having the house too warm right now. She glanced around at the gleaming woodwork and muted lilac, periwinkle, and eggshell color scheme. Her idea had been to simply paint the walls cream or beige, but with a little persuasion from Kari and Alexa, she’d added some soft color. While she loved the bright neon greens, blues, and purples of their shop, it would have been all wrong for this place.

  She walked behind the counter where her computer system was waiting to be used. She’d tested it last week and everything was set to go for opening day. She glanced around at the display cases, already knowing what merchandise was going where. In the case on which the keyboard and monitor sat, she would place odds and ends. Items designed to induce impulse buying, especially in older teens. Behind her, she would display posters and flyers for music events in Indiana and surrounding states.

  To her left, sheet music and score books, all arranged according to instrumentation. The cozy alcove off the main room would house hardback books about all aspects of music, from history to composition. The sofa and armchairs were already there, and she had small tables and lamps coming soon. She wanted to create a room where people could come and read the books, just like in a library. They would be for sale as well, but she knew in a town this size there wouldn’t be much of a market for someone seeking a book on the history of Gregorian Chant.

  To her right, she had displays for everything from metronomes to bows. Just about any accessory a musician would need she would either carry in the shop or be able to special order. The second alcove to the right would contain a selection of a string instruments, since that was her specialty. She had contacts from whom she could purchase keyboards, woodwinds, and brass instruments as well, but she would wait and see what people came in here looking for before she spent that kind of money up front.

  She emerged from behind the counter and climbed the sweeping staircase, smiling at how well the carpeting design they’d chosen blended in with the color scheme. Kari and Alexa both had an eye for color. Upstairs were the practice rooms, and she hoped one day they’d also become studios where she would give lessons. But for now, she’d let students in the schools use them if they wanted to, and she hoped that would help spread the word about her shop and what she had to offer the town.

  Ava turned to descend the stairs just as the bell over the door chimed. When she saw who had entered the shop, she sprinted down the last few stairs to greet Kari.

  “Well, what do you think?”

  Kari wore no coat. She was the only person in Racy that Ava had met so far who had no qualms about walking down the street in thirty-degree weather, wearing no coat or gloves. She did have on boots, but Kari wore them a lot, so it’s not like she’d put them on just to walk down the block.

  She glanced around, grinning from ear to ear. “I love it. Are you super excited?”

  “Oh my God, yes. And scared to death.”

  “Don’t be. They’ll love it. Any new shop in this town right now is a welcome addition. Do you still plan to open next month?”

  “Yes. I’m shooting for April seventh.”

  “That’s perfect. Most of the snow should be gone, flowers will start popping out, and it’ll be just what everyone needs for a fresh start in the spring.”

  “You sound more positive than I feel.”

  Kari gave her a quick hug. “You’ll be great. I feel it.”

  They both turned to watch the same blue Nissan that Ava had seen moments ago pull up in front of the house. When a man emerged, Kari let out a small sigh.

  “You know him?”

  “I know him. His name is Jake Malloy. He teaches English at the middle school and he coaches track there and at the high school. Get ready. He’s most likely going to try and find out where you stand on music education in public schools.”

  “Well, duh. He should know that already.”

  “He knows it. But he also knows if they beef up the music programs, his coaching days might be over.”

  Jake mounted the front steps and Ava wished she could stop staring at him through the oval glass in the door, but she couldn’t. Thick, dark hair that fell over his forehead and gray eyes that held both intelligence and the promise of passion dominated his face. He features were chiseled, and he had the barest hint of stubble on his chin and above his full lips. He wore a gray wool coat over jeans and heavy work boots, which amused her for some reason. The coat looked more suited to evening wear than to the outfit he wore.

  Jake glanced around the front porch as he stomped the snow off his boots. At least he had the common sense not to track snow and ice inside her new shop.

  She glanced at Kari. “Why would he no longer have a coaching position if they put money back into music programs?”

  “They’d never cut football in this town, but track? Not as popular. If something has to go, it’s likely that or another sport. They’re having the annual budget meeting in a week, next Saturday. Zach Kincaid, our mayor, used to be on the school board and mentioned it in passing last week. He’s no longer on it, but he still keeps up with their decisions.”

  Ava didn’t have the chance to continue the conversation because Jake opened the door and walked in. She caught a whiff of cologne that she couldn’t identify, but it was so similar to what Leo used to wear that she had to glance away from Jake’s gaze for a few seconds.

  Jake wasn’t Leo. And plenty of men wore Calvin Klein.

  “Hi there,” said Kari. “How are you?”

  “Fine. How’s business?”

  “Can’t complain.”

  Ava frowned at the tone in Kari’s voice. There was something off about it, but she had no clue what it was. What was clear was that Kari didn’t particularly care for Jake Malloy.

  “Have you met Ava Harmony? This is her shop.”

  Jake gave Ava a measured glance and took off his right glove, sticking out his hand. “Jake Malloy. Welcome to Racy.”

  She shook it, and wished she could pretend that she didn’t feel the tiny sparks zinging up her arm, but they were all too real. What was that about? “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you. Kari tells me you teach at the middle school.”

  Jake raised his eyebrows slightly, and she wished she hadn’t said anything. Now he’d know they’d been talking about him. “That’s right. English. And I coach track as well.”

  “Are you interested in music, too?”

  He still hadn’t let go of her hand, a fact which Kari had obviously noticed as well, judging by the way she glanced at their hands before shooting Jake a curious look. Again Ava wondered what was going on with Kari’s reaction to this man.

  “I’m interested in people who teach it.”

  She eased her hand out of his grasp, not because she didn’t want to hang onto
him, but because it had gone beyond a quick handshake. She couldn’t seem to focus her thoughts while this man touched her. The look in his eyes wasn’t angry or smug. It was a combination of interest and his own agenda, but that wasn’t what held her spellbound. It was his aura. So much like Leo’s, but without the undercurrent of a predator or a snake oil salesman. Ava found it charming and irresistible, and once again she had to glance away for a second and try to recover her brain functions.

  “I don’t teach it. At least, not right now.”

  “But there are rumors in town that you’ve been talking to the principals of all three schools.”

  “And?”

  Kari snorted softly. “Is this really the best way to welcome new residents and business owners?”

  Jake glanced at her. “I like to keep everything open and up-front.”

  “That’s an interesting statement, coming from you.”

  Ava began to wish she’d come to look at the shop during the week when Jake would have been inside a classroom. And what the heck was going on between him and Kari? Why had she said that to him just now? Was he hiding something? And if so, what was it?

  He and Kari stared each other down, which didn’t surprise Ava at all. Kari was a submissive, but she was no doormat. Was Jake aware of that part of her life? Ava knew there were plenty of kinksters in Racy, but she also knew they didn’t flaunt it or draw undue attention to their lifestyle. Jake acted like most of the Doms she’d met, but then, so did plenty of men who weren’t in the lifestyle. She’d have to ask Kari for the scoop on him once he left.