Page 8 of Midnight (Chasing the Sun #3)

Nate

"W hat if she's just like my teachers back in school?" Harper wrings her hands nervously in her lap as we sit on the couch and wait for the tutor I hired to get here.

"Then we find a different one. I don't for one minute believe that you can't do this and if I have to, I'll teach you myself," I tell her.

I want to give each teacher that has made this wonderful creature think that she is worth nothing, a lesson that they will not soon forget. I know this girl can do anything she puts her mind to.

"I'll stay here and make sure everything goes smoothly. If anything, I'll be in the next room but I'll be listening to everything, okay?" Even though I reassure her, she still looks nervous.

"What if we use a code word? I'll listen in and if I hear the secret word, I will know that you don't like this tutor and I'll get her out the door. And then we'll have a code word for if you do like the tutor, so I know to invite her back. How does that sound?"

Her eyes go wide for just a moment. Then she nods her head, and seems to calm a little with our plans in place.

"What word do you want to use if you don't like her?"

"If I don't like her, I'll say she reminds me of my math teacher, Ms. Gossling."

"Perfect. And if you do like her?"

"Then I'll compare her to my art teacher, Ms. Reba. She was the only teacher that ever gave me compliments, and I promise you I was not that great at art. But I did try because it was one of the least stressful classes I had."

"Perfect. Remember today she's just coming in to talk to you, get to know you and see where you are so she can devise your learning plan.

She will probably be giving you a test or asking your questions to see how far along you are.

If you finish before the end of May, you'll be able to graduate from high school here with a high school diploma and everything. "

A small smile graces her face and I know she wants that, even if she won't admit it.

She doesn't get a chance to answer because the doorbell rings.

I lean over, kissing the side of her head, and giving her thigh a squeeze in an attempt to give some of my strength to her because I know she's going to rock this.

Then, opening the door, I find the tutor that was recommended by several of the guys from my work. She's an older lady, maybe a little bit younger than my mom. She's dressed professionally and gives me a warm smile.

"Mrs. Wellington," I greet her, opening the door.

She looks me up and down before looking past me at Harper.

"Dear, you must be Harper." She greets her and pretty much dismisses me.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Wellington," Harper says ever so politely.

"You may call me Gloria. Where would you feel most comfortable while we chat?" she asks. Harper looks at me.

"Anywhere that you'd like. I'm just going to answer some emails and I can do that from anywhere." I tell her nodding my head.

"Oh, um, here in the living room, I guess?" Harper says.

She sounds really unsure and is still looking at me.

"That's fine. If you need anything, I will sit at the dining room table," At my words, Gloria effectively shoos me out of the room.

Even though I settle at the dining room table and open up my computer, looking at my e-mail, I'm not paying much attention to anything in front of me. Instead, I'm listening to the conversation between Gloria and Harper.

"Now dear, tell me about how far you got in school, the subjects you did well with, and the ones that you didn't do well." Gloria says gently. While I appreciate Gloria’s tone, it's not hard to see that Harper is very uncomfortable with all this.

"I was in my senior year of high school, and I'm pretty sure my math teachers passed me so they didn't have to deal with me again because I just didn't get it.

Though, I enjoyed history, language arts mostly for the reading, and art.

I was passing biology but the whole dissecting of frog thing lowered my grade quite a bit. " Harper says,

Even from here, I can tell she's grossed out about it.

"They are still doing that barbaric experiment in class?

I hated it back in my day. All right then.

I have a test for you to take. It will cover everything that you need to know to graduate.

It's online, and I will get you the link you take it tonight.

But I'm not going to stand here and stare over you.

This isn't a graded test, but it’s simply to know where we need to begin," Gloria says.

They go on talking and she asks questions about this or that and slowly Harper starts to relax. I'm waiting to hear one of our code words to know if I need to go in and save her or not.

"Gloria, you remind me of my art teacher, Ms. Reba. She was always so patient with me and I really appreciate it."

Good, I'm glad she likes this tutor. Now that I know that she's comfortable, I get up and start making dinner. It's not long before Gloria is poking her head around the corner into the kitchen.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Nate. Harper, I will see you soon. I'll e-mail you the link for the test. You go ahead and take it, and then I'll go over a plan with you," she says.

Harper walks her to the door. Once she's gone, she joins me in the kitchen with a huge smile on her face.

"I'm really glad you like her," I wrap my arm around Harper and pull her to my side as I stir the gravy for dinner.

"I like how she uses storytelling to teach something. It helps me understand it. What can I do to help? Can I set the table?"

"Yep, go ahead. You remember where everything is?"

"I think so."

She goes to set the table for us as I finish up dinner and put it on the table. I like that Harper set her plate right next to mine, which is cute but convenient enough.

When I sit down, I pull her into my lap and pull her plate next to mine.

She lets out the sweetest giggle before settling into my lap and allowing me to feed her dinner.

We take our time because we're in no rush for anyone and I'm enjoying every minute of it.

Toward the end of dinner, she starts shifting in my lap.

The friction makes me harder, but of course, having her this close alone makes me hard. There is no way I can hide it.

She rubs against my length, making me groan. I lean in and kiss her softly at first. When she melts into me, I deepen the kiss. Wrapping one hand around my neck, she tries to grab my cock with the other.

Quickly, I slide the plates to the side, and in one move, I set her at the table in front of me.

"This, us, it's not just about sex. I need you to know and understand that." I tell her.

She bites her lip and looks at me for a moment before nodding. Only then do I unbutton her shorts and slide them off of her. I slowly glide my hands up her legs until I get to her core, where I run a finger over her slit.

"You are fucking gorgeous," I tell her as I pull her panties to the side.

At the same time, she tries to close her legs.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask.

When she shakes her head no, I ask just to be sure. "Use your big girl words. Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Please don't stop," she begs.

Her begging shouldn't turn me on as much as it does. I push her legs wide again and lean in to get my first taste of her. Latching on to her clit causes her to fall back on the table and allow me to spread her open fully for me.

Taking my time, I run my tongue over every inch of her and enjoy her moans. When she reaches down and grabs my hair, I smile. She’s coming more and more out of her shell.

Slowly, I insert one finger into her, and she is so tight I think I have to be hurting her with just one finger, but her moans say otherwise.

After a moment, I gently add a second finger trying to stretch her out.

But the whole time I'm sucking on her clit letting her focus on the pleasure instead of any discomfort.

I get very little notice before her thighs clamp around me and she orgasms so hard and beautifully, that I almost come in my pants.

When she is finally relaxed, she has her eyes closed, and the most satisfied blush on her cheeks.

This girl is mine and I hope she's ready for the fight ahead.