Page 29 of Hot Four Teacher (The Lawson’s #4)

Chapter twenty-eight

Is this what Getting Good Dick does to a Gal?

Michelle

W hat is wrong with me?

And I ask that in all seriousness because there has to be something wrong with me.

Two days ago, I went over to Dane’s, fully intending to end things.

That was the plan--end things before someone gets hurt.

But I got there, and he was being so nice and so understanding.

So, what did I do? I threw myself at him like a crazed animal in heat.

I tore off his towel and practically begged him to have his dirty way with me.

And he did.

While I can overlook my momentary lapse in judgement, that’s not even the worst part.

Nope.

The worst part is that I can’t stop thinking about doing it again.

Thursday night was the night of the goodbye fuck as I’m calling it now.

Friday night, Eve and I had a movie night.

While we watched some new teenage comedy, I could barely concentrate on anything happening on the screen.

All I could think about was Dane inside me while his hands and mouth were everywhere.

With the amount of time that I’ve spent thinking about sex, I feel like a teenage boy with only one thing on my mind.

I thought I was doing better–and maybe I was–but now, I’m right back to where I was.

Horny. Flustered. Got my mind in the gutter.

Why is right now so much worse? Because I’m sitting here watching Eve’s soccer tournament.

Or rather, I’m watching Dane.

No matter how hard I try to focus on soccer, it’s just not nearly as much fun to look at.

It’s actually fairly sunny and warm today, making it the perfect weather for any soccer tournament.

But this weather also has Dane out here wearing a muscle shirt that shows off his big biceps and tattoos. Even from this far away, I can see when they flex, and I’m picturing everything they were doing to me.

Get it together, Michelle. You have more self-control than this .

While the sex is in the forefront of my mind, I do miss Dane in other ways too. We haven’t talked since I left his house, and I miss our texting and conversations after Eve went to bed. It was nice having someone to talk to for once–someone that wasn't related to me.

I know ending things was probably for the best, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t miss him.

Ugh, even thinking that makes me sound ridiculous. It’s not like he and I had some epic love story. We had a fling, and now, it’s over.

That’s it.

Then, why can’t I stop thinking about him?

I shake my head in an attempt to knock out the thoughts of Dane. It doesn’t work, but at least I’m a little more invested in the game.

It isn’t long before my attention falls back to the coach.

He’s pacing on the sidelines with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s studying every play the girls make and storing it in his brain for later.

Every once in a while, he yells something encouraging to the girls or starts clapping his hands.

If he were to look this way, I’m sure he would see me ogling him.

I’m wearing sunglasses, but he could probably still tell–especially because I’m probably drooling.

But he doesn’t look over here. Why would he? I’m the crazy lady who ended it and then jumped his bones. He probably thinks I’ve lost my mind.

I watch the girls run a couple plays, and Eve scores a goal.

I’m glad I stopped drooling long enough to catch that.

I stand up and cheer for my baby girl, and she turns toward me to give me a smile and a wave. I’m so freaking proud of that kid.

When I settle back down, I see that Dane has become even more animated and has now turned his baseball cap backwards.

What is this man doing to me?

I have no idea why I find that so attractive, but damn. I love it.

I watch him hook his arms behind his neck and lean back to stretch. He is a fucking teacher. Why does he look this good?

“Got yourself a nice view there, huh?”

Ronnie’s voice in my ear makes the popcorn I got between games go flying out of my hand.

“Veronica,” I bite through my teeth. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I came to spend time with my sister.”

My eyes narrow in on her until she adds, “Okay, fine. I came to see how things were going with Mr. Hottie.”

I knew telling Ronnie we slept together again would be a mistake.

“Things are fine,” I lie.

“How are things really?”

“I can’t stop staring at him if that tells you anything."

She nods. “I get it. Dane’s a good-looking dude.”

“You have a man,” I say, turning my attention back to the game.

“Hey, just because a vegetarian likes the smell of bacon, that doesn’t mean they’re cheating on their diet.”

“Are you saying you want to smell Dane?”

She laughs. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” After a long pause, she asks, “Have you talked to him?”

“He tried calling once, but I didn’t answer.”

“Why not?”

“I have no idea what to say.”

She runs her fingers through her hair. “You could start with Dane, bend me over and pound me until I forget my own name”.

“No, Ronnie. That is something you would say. Not me.”

She points her finger at me. “Hey, little lady, you told me what went down the other night. I think you have more Veronica Lawson in you than you care to admit.”

“That’s a scary thought,” I mutter.

“Can I ask you something?”

If I say no, I know it won’t stop it, so I simply nod.

“What’s the big deal?”

I look back at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean what is the big deal about you and Dane dating? And don’t give me the same bullshit as last time. That’s all semantics.”

“It’s all just too messy,” I tell her.

“I get it. Kind of. Not really.”

That’s because Ronnie has never really cared about anybody more than herself. Okay, that’s not true. She cares about her boyfriend and his son more than I’ve ever seen her care about anyone. But I wouldn’t say our situations are the same.

“Ronnie, do you remember a few months ago, those kids were being mean to Colton, and you were ready to go over and threaten their parents until they got their kids under control?”

“Yeah.”

“You had this crazy momma bear come out.”

She shrugs. “I guess.”

“This is my momma bear coming out in full force to protect my daughter. I don’t want to make her life harder…especially for something that I don’t know is serious. I can’t do that to her.”

“Okay, so don’t tell her until you figure out if something serious will come of it.”

She makes it sound so easy. While that part can maybe work out, there’s still Dane’s job to think about.

Ronnie’s phone starts ringing, and I thank the lord that we can pause this conversation.

She answers the phone and talks for a second before telling me, “Mom says she’s been trying to call you.”

“Sorry. I’ve been busy.” And trying to avoid you.

“She says we’re doing family dinner tomorrow. Six o’clock. Don’t be late.”

Before I can say a word, she keeps reiterating the message from our mother. “Jo is in town, and I haven’t had all five of my kids together in months. You and Eve better be here, or all of us will pack up in the car and come to your house. Don’t test me, Michelle.”

I give an exasperated sigh. “Fine.”

Ronnie hangs up the phone and says, “I swear our mother could be an interrogator for the CIA.”

“No joke.”

Both of our attentions are pulled to a couple of women next to us.

One of them says, “What do you think of the new coach?”

“As a coach? He’s good. As a man? I want to sit on his face.”

“Girl, yes! Look at those muscles on him. I bet he is a freak in the sheets.”

Ronnie and I exchange a couple of glances while listening to the woman go back and forth talking about all the dirty things they want to do to Dane.

I’m not sure how to describe how I’m feeling right now. Is it jealousy because I don’t like them drooling over him? Is it smugness because I know how he is in bed? Or sadness that I’m not going to get to experience it again?

I think it’s a combination of all three.

Thankfully, one of the women’s husbands shows up, and they have to put their conversation on hold.

Toward the end of the first half, I pull out my phone to see a text from Dane. I have no idea when he sent it considering I’ve been constantly staring at him.

You’re looking sexy up there in the bleachers.

Has he been staring at me like I’ve been staring at him? I’m not sure how. I guess he is way less obvious about it than I am.

My thumbs hover over the keypad on my phone as I try to decide how I should respond. But I have no idea what to say.

Ronnie says, “Looks like he likes what he sees.”

I realize she’s peeking over my shoulder.

“You know, it’s rude to read other people’s texts,” I tell her.

She shrugs. “I don’t care. Look, no matter what decision you make concerning Dane, you need to talk to him. You trying to end things and then fucking him is probably sending him mixed messages.”

I know she has a point. Ronnie has always been one thing–direct. She knows what she wants, and she’s never shied away from going after it. So, this is a topic I can probably agree with her on.

Dane and I need to talk. Do I know what I’m going to say? No. But I have half a soccer game left to figure it out.

***

When the game is over, you’d think I’d be prepared. But I’m not. The only thing I did the entire time was fantasize about all the dirty things Dane and I did together.

So now, I’m not only confused, but I’m hot and bothered. I sent Dane a text saying we need to talk, so I can’t really get away from it now. I’m going to have to say something to him.

Ronnie offered to take Eve out for a burger as a congratulations for winning the tournament…and also to buy me some time.

Dane texts telling me to meet him back by the equipment shed. I walk back to the big pole barn that sits a bit away from the fields.

As I make my way there, I continue trying to figure out what to say. I don’t know how this man has me so twisted up inside. I am usually fairly level-headed. Is this what getting some good dick does to a gal? Makes her all crazy and dumb?

If that’s the case, is it really worth it?

I know the answer is yes.

That doesn’t mean ending this isn’t the right thing to do…no matter how good-looking he may be.

None of this is fair, and the closer I get to the barn, the angrier I get about that fact. When I get to my destination, I storm inside.

Dane is dragging a netted bag of balls into the corner. The creaking door gets his attention, and he turns to look at me and smiles that million-dollar grin of his.

“Hey, beautiful.”

I try to ignore the compliment. Instead, I start right in on my bullshit.

“Why do you have to dress like that?” I ask.

“Dress like what?”

“All sexy…with your biceps bulging out and your backwards hat. You make it impossible to concentrate on the soccer game!”

“So, you were watching me?” He asks with a devilish half smirk.

“Well, yeah, because you’re out there dressed like that.”

“Michelle, it’s hot out here. I wanted to be comfortable. And if you want to talk about being a distraction, look at you.”

“What about me? I’m wearing a t-shirt and bike shorts.”

“I love how the bike shorts make your ass look, but the shirt could be better.”

“Oh, yeah. How’s that?” My curiosity is piqued.

He steps in front of me. “If it was my shirt that you were wearing. Well, that or if any shirt that you had on was on the floor instead.”

I swallow hard and try to gather my composure.

Clearing my throat, I say, “You know, all the women out there are staring at you and discussing all the dirty things they want you to do to them.”

“Hm. Maybe I should be flattered, but there’s only one woman I want to do dirty things to, and I’m looking at her.”

“You have to stop saying things like that,” I tell him.

“Why?”

“Because it just makes all of this harder.”

“I heard what you said, and I’m not trying to pressure you. I just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you.”

Every moment I spend with Dane makes me realize more and more how great of a man he is. I’m so crazy about him.

Rage about the unfairness of it all wells inside me again. I’m not sure how to deal with the barrage of emotions I’m feeling.

“Dane, what if you lose your job, and this whole thing falls apart? It will be a disaster.”

“Maybe,” he says. “But what if it doesn’t? What if it’s great?”

“Are you always so optimistic?” I ask.

“Only with things that I think are worth the fight.”

There’s that little voice in my head again that tells me to act on impulse rather than logic.

I grab him by the shirt and yank him toward me. Our lips crash together in a frenzy of passion. I run my hands all over his muscles and then down to squeeze his cock. Touching it through the fabric isn’t enough, so I reach underneath his waistband and wrap my fingers around his hardening length.

As I start slowly stroking it, he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls enough to expose my neck for him to nip at and kiss.

How do we keep ending up here? We go to talk and end up pawing at each other instead.

I should walk away, but I’m not sure anything could pull me away from Dane at this moment.

“I need you,” I moan as I stroke him faster.

“Turn around,” he commands. “Put your hands on the shelf and bend over.”

It’s so fucking hot when he takes control. I do as he says and look back to see his next move. I see him grab a condom out of his wallet.

“Man, you’re always packing one of those, huh?” I say.

“Sweetheart, I’m learning that with you, I always need to be prepared.”

He rolls it on and then yanks down my pants before sliding inside. The kissing has me wet enough to take him with ease.

He grabs my hips and starts pounding into me. There is a craziness about it. It’s hard and fast because we know we are on a time crunch. And the fact that someone could walk in at any moment somehow makes it even hotter.

That cock of Dane’s has turned me into a sex fiend, but oh lord, it is oh so good.

I reach between my legs to run my fingers over my clit to get enough friction to come. Being bent over makes him hit all new spots that have me seeing stars.

When my orgasm begins to rip through me, Dane reaches forward to cover my mouth so that no one can hear us. He falls over the edge with a few final hard pumps.

Once the haze wears off, I realize once again that we still haven’t had the serious conversation.

Just more sex.

I am so screwed.

Literally.