Page 28 of Hot Four Teacher (The Lawson’s #4)

Chapter twenty-seven

Hard and Fast

Dane

T he warm water of the shower runs over the top of my head. I have no idea how long I’ve been standing here. I was hoping a nice long shower would give me some clarity, but I have none.

Of course, Michelle’s daughter would be a girl on my soccer team. And that daughter would happen to be the one I just made team captain.

What are the fucking odds?

When Eve introduced us, Michelle pretended we didn’t know each other, which is totally understandable. That would’ve been beyond awkward for everyone involved.

Yes, Eve, I’ve already met your mother, and I know what she’s like in the sack.

Acting like we didn’t know each other was for the best.

That’s not what’s bothering me. I saw the look on Michelle’s face when this all came to light. She’s freaking out. I tried texting her when I left the field, and then tried calling her when I got home, but I’ve gotten no response since.

I should probably just give her some time. Pushing her isn’t going to help anything.

Maybe I should be freaking out more than I am. This isn’t exactly an ideal situation for me. Dating a student’s mom is probably a huge deal.

But all I can think about is the fact that I don’t want to lose Michelle. We are just getting to know each other, and from what I’ve seen so far, I’m crazy about her.

When my hot water starts to run out, I shut it off and get out. Without the sound of the water, I hear a loud pounding on the front door. The way they’re banging on it sounds like they’re about ready to bust right through.

It seems to be getting more and more impatient, so I quickly wrap a towel around my waist and walk out of the bathroom.

When I get to the door and swing it open, I see Michelle standing there, her arm still up in the air from where she was just knocking.

“Hey,” I greet. “How long have you been out here?”

“A while. Your neighbors probably think I’m crazy. I was going to leave, but I saw your truck in the driveway and figured you had to be home.”

“It’s okay. Come on in.” I step out of the way so that she can walk inside. I add, “Next time, there’s a key in the turtle out front. Feel free to just come on in.”

She completely ignores the last statement and walks past me. I tell her, “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you tonight.”

“Well, I thought we needed to talk.”

I nod even though I dread what is about to come.

Knowing it’s going to happen either way, I lean against the back of the couch, ready to listen.

Michelle starts to pace. “I have no idea how you and I didn’t put together that you were my daughter’s teacher. How does that even happen?”

“I guess it never really came up.” I shrug. “I mean, I told you I worked at a school.”

“You didn’t mention it was a high school.” Her tone is a bit accusatory.

“Well, you didn’t mention your daughter was in high school,” I snap back.

She sets one hand on her hip and fans herself with the other as she continues walking. “I can’t believe this is happening. I finally found a guy I really like, and now, we have to end it.”

Hearing her say she really likes me makes my chest swell with pride, but her other words knock me back down a few pegs.

“Why do we have to end it?” I blurt.

That gets her to stop pacing. “What?”

“What if we didn’t end things? What if we kept seeing each other?”

They’re simple questions, but I know they don’t have simple answers. I’d like to figure them out with her.

I step towards her, and she looks up at me for a moment before pointing her finger at me. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you really care about me and this relationship.”

“But I do.”

Her pacing starts up again. “We can’t do this.”

“Why? Give me one good reason.”

“You’re my daughter’s teacher,” she says.

“When you and I began spending time together, you told me that you have a daughter and trying to introduce her to a guy would be hard on her. In this case, I already know Eve, and I like Eve. I’d say that’s a pretty good scenario.”

“You’re her soccer coach,” she argues.

“My previous statements apply to that too.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you coached soccer?”

I sigh. “Because it’s a fairly new development, and quite frankly, I’m only doing it as a favor. Michelle, when you and I have been spending time together, it’s like we’ve shut out the world. I've enjoyed not thinking–or talking–about any of life’s responsibilities.”

It seems like she’s only half listening to me. “It’s just not fair. Out of all the guys in the world I could’ve met, it had to be you.”

“Uh, I’m sorry?” I say, unsure if I should apologize.

“That’s not what I meant,” she says. “I meant that I didn’t mean to sleep with someone who is my kid’s teacher. That was not on my Bingo card.”

“It wasn’t on mine either,” I tell her. “But I don’t regret it.”

She stops walking to look at me. “I don’t either, but we still have to end it.”

I want to keep arguing with her to get her to see my side of things. But I know that right now, she needs time to process all of this. I’m not going to get anywhere with her until she does.

“Okay,” I say.

“I’m just trying really hard not to fuck up my kid.”

“While I may not agree with it, I understand it,” I tell her.

She lets out a loud huff. “Could you stop doing that?”

My brow furrows. “Doing what?”

“Being so fucking nice!”

“You don’t want me to be nice to you?” I ask, even more confused.

“No, I don’t!” She starts emphasizing with her hands. “If you are Mr. Nice Guy, it makes this even harder. If you’re a jerk or mad at me, it will make it way easier to walk away.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “You want me to be a dick to make this easier for you?”

“Yes!”

“Well, I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not going to do anything to make this easier on you.”

She looks at me with pleading eyes, but I’m not budging on that point.

I continue. “If you’re ending this, I sure as shit don’t want it to be on a bad note. If it’s this easy for you to walk away–”

She cuts me off. “You think this is easy for me? You may be the best man I’ve ever met, and I really like you. And I mean look at you. Why do you have to be standing there like that in just a towel?"

“You interrupted my shower, remember?”

“Still. Do you know how hard it is to have this conversation with you all shirtless? And wet? And you know that I can see the outline of your dick through that towel, right?”

As she speaks, she seems to get more and more flustered.

“So what?” I ask. “What does it matter to you? You’re walking away.”

She stares at me, and I try to figure out what she’s thinking. I half expect her to end this conversation right here and walk out the door.

But she stays.

Although a war wages within her mind, her feet stay planted. She continues staring with her jaw clenched. Now, I’m convinced she’s about to give me hell. She will probably bait me so that we get in a fight.

Before I have time to even realize what is happening, she practically jumps into my arms. Her lips attack mine while her hands rip off the towel that was covering my lower half.

I have no idea what switch flipped in her head, and quite frankly, I don’t give a shit. Getting close to her right now is the only thing that matters.

With my hands firmly on her ass, I lift her so that her legs wrap around me. She lets out a tiny squeal as her feet come off the ground.

Her lips move from my mouth down to my neck where she sinks her teeth in. It’s not enough to really hurt, but it’s plenty to tell me how she wants this to be.

Hard and fast.

If that’s what she wants, that’s what she’s going to get.

Not wanting to take the time to walk to the bedroom, I walk only far enough to lay her on the couch.

My hands quickly work to pull her clothes from her body, and my lips hastily kiss every inch that comes into view.

When I take off her bra, I make sure to give her tits the attention they deserve. She arches her back, desperate for more.

Her fingers reach between us and wrap around the base of my cock.

I groan as she begins to slowly stroke it.

“Fuck, Michelle,” I whisper while switching from one nipple to the other.

“I need you, Dane,” she moans. “I need you inside of me.”

As much as I want this to go on as long as possible, I know that we’re running on borrowed time here.

So, I’ll give her exactly what she wants.

I move from her just long enough to grab my wallet off the coffee table and pull out the condom stashed inside. As I tear off the corner with my teeth, I look at her as she lies naked on my couch.

So soft and beautiful.

I love everything about her.

Despite staring at her, I manage to get the condom on. Climbing between her legs, I slide a finger inside to make sure she’s ready. Feeling how wet she already is, I don’t waste any more time.

I push inside.

This time, there is no build-up. No slow and sweet start.

I pound into her hard and fast. Our hands roam all over the other as if we are desperate to touch as much as possible, trying to memorize every inch.

Our tongues dance before we kiss everything else we can reach. Our labored breaths and ragged moans fill the air.

It’s incredible.

All of it.

But there’s no way that she’s going to remember this as merely a quick fuck with no satisfaction for her.

Although I hope this isn’t the last time we do this, if it is, I’m damn sure going to make sure she enjoys herself to the fullest.

Pulling out of her, I quickly sink to my knees between her legs. I push her thighs apart and take her plump clit into my mouth. I gently suck on it while rubbing my tongue over the tip.

My name in a loud moan rolls off of her lips.

My cock throbs, begging to be touched, but it’s just going to have to wait.

I don’t waste any time teasing her. I do exactly what I’ve learned she likes. I focus my attention on her clit without giving her too much pressure. I then push two fingers inside her, angling them upward to rub along her g-spot.

I look up to see her writhing on the couch. Her fingers claw at any surface she can grip onto. I feel her legs beginning to tremble, and I know I need to keep going. I concentrate, making sure to do exactly what she likes.

It isn’t long before I feel her pussy pulsing. She cries out with a loud moan, and she comes all over my fingers and my face. She’s tangy and sweet all at the same time.

I love it.

After her body stills, I stand up to fuck her again. We go right back at it. It’s all passion and lust. We try to touch and kiss every part of the other.

When her nails claw my back as she moans my name, it all becomes too much. I can’t hold on anymore, and I fly over the edge, filling the condom.

For a few moments, we simply gaze at each other. Our chests heave as we come down off the high.

And then, Michelle says the words I’ve been dreading.

“I have to go.”