Page 35 of Hot Four Teacher (The Lawson’s #4)

Chapter thirty-four

The Dildo Sister

Dane

“ O kay, I think you and I have something very important to figure out,” I say to Michelle.

Lying next to me in bed, she turns to look at me with a hint of worry in her eyes. “Okay?”

“Since we’re going to have a few days together, we need to figure out if we are going to stay at your place or mine.”

Her relief is obvious. “Oh. Okay. Let’s figure it out.”

She thinks for a few moments before continuing, “Well, your house has the giant bathtub, so that is a point for your place.”

“But you also said that you have trouble sleeping anywhere that’s not your own bed.”

She mulls over my words while biting her cheek. “You have a point. But last time, I did eventually get to sleep.”

“It’s up to you, sweetheart. If you want to stay here, I’m fine with that.

Or if you’d rather go to your place, I’m good with that too.

As long as I’m with you, I don’t give a shit where I lay my head.

” She thinks again. “Hmm. Well, your house is certainly cleaner than mine, and I’m sure people around here are less likely to know us. I say we just stay here.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“But I do want to stop by my place real quick. I can grab some clothes.”

I stop her. “While I’m fine with running by your place, I feel the need to tell you that I don’t intend on you wearing an abundance of clothing over the next few days.”

She smiles. “That sounds amazing, but I need to grab a couple other things like my contact solution and case. Last time I was here, I slept with them and regretted it the next day.”

“Okay,” I kiss the top of her head. “Let’s go ahead and go, so we can get back.”

As we get up off the bed, I walk over to her and wrap her in a hug. “Do you know how happy I am that you came over?”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.”

***

“Dane, are you doing my dishes?” Michelle asks as she’s walking around, getting her stuff ready to go.

“Just figured I’d be useful,” I reply while rinsing off a bowl.

She stops walking and takes a few steps backwards. “Wait a second.” She looks around. “You cleaned the whole kitchen.”

“You wanted to take a shower when we got here. I needed to kill some time.”

“Remember when you told me you were a little anal and a bit of a Type A personality?” She asks.

“Yeah.”

“Did you short sell exactly how much of those things you were?”

I avoid eye contact. “Maybe a little.”

“Dane…”

“Do I like things neat and orderly? Yes. But it’s not a big deal if they’re not. I just don’t always do well sitting still, so I decided to help out.”

I finally look at her, and she’s smiling.

“What?” I ask.

“It’s just nice to know that maybe there are a couple cracks in that perfect exterior of yours.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find more cracks.”

She walks back to her bedroom, and a couple minutes later, I hear her let out a small scream.

I go running in and see her struggling to get a duffel bag off the top shelf of her closet. I walk over and grab the bag and make sure nothing else falls on her head.

“Thanks,” she says. “It sucks being short.”

“Not short.” I hand her the bag. “Just fun-sized.”

She goes to the bed where there’s a small pile of things she’s gathered and starts filling the bag.

She asks, “Can you get in my nightstand drawer and grab my retainer? It’s in a little blue case.”

She wears a retainer? That’s adorable.

I pull the drawer of her nightstand out and immediately find the blue case.

And I find something else completely unexpected.

A huge dildo. I’m talking massive.

“Uh, Michelle.” I pull out the box and hold it up.

Now, I don’t care if a woman has all the toys in the world. Hell, I think it’s hot when a woman knows what she likes and knows how to get it.

But not only is this thing almost comical in size, but I’m wondering about the sheer physics of it. I’m a tight fit inside of Michelle, and I can admit that I’m not even close to this size.

Michelle looks at the box that I just tossed on the bed. Her eyes get huge.

I say, “Baby, I wouldn’t consider myself small, but I am compared to that thing.”

Quickly, she says, “That’s not mine! Well, I guess it’s technically mine, but I haven’t used it!”

“Michelle, calm down.” I laugh. “It just took me by surprise.”

Still looking embarrassed, she asks, “Remember my sister I told you about that cares way too much about my sex life?”

I nod.

“When she heard that I met someone–you–she decided that she was going to buy me some toys to get ready in the event that you and I slept together.”

“Man, that’s a sister that really cares about the well-being of your vagina.”

“Well, let me tell you my vagina is about to take out a restraining order on her. Her only saving grace is that she got me the smaller vibrator that’s in there. That thing, I actually use.”

I reach back into the drawer and pull out the small wand. She looks at me like she’s worried maybe she shouldn’t have divulged so much.

She picks it up and gives me a confused look.

I tell her. “May as well go ahead and pack it.”

“Really?”

I shrug. “I think you and I could have some fun with that.”

Quickly, she shoves it in the bag and zips it up. “Alright, let’s go.”

I stand up off the bed and instinctively start to fold a wadded-up blanket.

Not stopping, Michelle says, “Dane, leave it.”

I put the blanket down and follow her to the living room. As soon as we’re in there, the front door swings open. We both freeze, worried it may be Eve, but it isn’t her that walks in.

She has dark hair down to the middle of her back and big brown eyes. Judging by the features, I’m guessing she’s related to Michelle.

When the girl spots Michelle, she squeals, “That’s my favorite sister!”

Michelle rolls her eyes. “You only call me that when you want something.”

“True. I was hoping to borrow…” She spots me and moves my way. “Well, hello. You must be the hot teacher. I’m Michelle’s sister.”

While I shake her hand, I look at Michelle. “Is this the dildo sister?”

Michelle laughs. “No. Different sister. This is Jo.”

Jo looks between the two of us. “How exactly does one become the dildo sister? Because count me in.”

Michelle tries to get her to focus. “Jo, what do you want?”

“I’m going to see a movie tonight with Ronnie.” Her voice trails off. “Ronnie’s the dildo sister, isn’t she?”

Michelle sighs and nods.

“Dude, she’s my idol.”

Michelle walks toward us. “You need better role models.”

“Says the teenage mother.”

“Jo!” Michelle snaps. “Why are you here?”

“Oh, right. Ronnie and I are going to a movie, and I only have my small purse. Can I borrow one of your giant mom purses, so I can sneak in snacks?”

“I don’t care. We’re leaving, so grab what you want and lock up when you’re done.”

They give a quick hug, and then, we’re gone. We’re back in her car–she insisted on driving so that my truck wouldn’t raise suspicions–and I say, “So, that was one of your sisters, huh?”

“Yep! That’s the baby of the family.”

“Are you guys close?”

“I guess. I was about eight or nine when Jo was born. She was always just my wild little sister. I had a kid and was pretty preoccupied with that. All of a sudden, Jo was grown and off doing her own thing. When she comes home, it’s always a little weird because I’m used to her being a kid.”

“That’s fair.” I nod.

“At least when we are back at your place, we don’t have to worry about my crazy siblings showing up unannounced.”

“We still have to worry about my sibling.”

“I’ll take your one over my four.”

I laugh. “Good point. So, what do you want to do the next few days–besides the obvious?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

She grins. “I’m not sure. Any ideas?”

“I was thinking tomorrow, we could go do something outside again. Maybe hiking or fishing or something.”

I see the look on her face as she musters up a, “Oh, yeah. Sounds fun.”

After last time, I knew she wasn’t crazy about outdoor activities. Little does she know, I’ve got something different planned for tomorrow.