Page 9 of Single Teddy (Mayberry Protectors #6)

EIGHT

WESLEY

“ T hank you.”

Teddy’s softly spoken words and even more, his smile, had been imprinted on the back of my eyelids so that every time I dared blink, he was all I could see and hear in my head.

It had been impossible to stop thinking of him after he left my classroom, or after I got home.

And it was impossible to stop now, lying in bed, in the dark, when I had no choice but to close my eyes and feel him haunting me.

I tried picking up the book I’d been reading before I turned the lights off, but with every page turned, more of my concentration jumped ship and into the ocean of Teddy’s blue eyes.

The goosebumps I’d felt when he touched me resurfaced now at the memory. I bit my lip trying to suppress it, but it was no use.

The delicate tingle traveled all the way down my spine and shot up my cock, making me semi-hard and equally desperate for release.

“Screw it.” I sighed and set my book on the bedside table, pushed my covers aside and my underwear down to my knees and freed my little Wesley, who was so happy for the attention he stood at full mast to greet me.

I wrapped my hand around my cock and closed my eyes, conjuring Teddy and those icy blue eyes that made me moan with little to no effort, and stroked myself.

“God,” I groaned as I throbbed for him.

My legs felt instantly numb, and I stretched across the length of the bed as my dick twitched.

I kept my eyes shut and pictured Teddy holding my hand. Then I imagined him kissing it. Getting up and leaning over the desk to wrap his arm around my neck and plant his lips to mine.

“Fuck,” I groaned, turning to my drawer and taking out my dildo and lube.

If we were going to do this, we were going to do it properly.

A man like Teddy deserved to be savored all the way. Even if only in my imagination.

I slicked my fingers, pressed them against my taint, slid them down to my ring of muscle, and let out a groan.

My eyes rolled back as I pushed a finger inside me, then two. I didn’t care to prep or stretch myself. I just wanted to be fucked by the image of Teddy and my trusted seven-inch vibrator.

I grabbed it and shoved it between my legs as the blood rushed to my head and cock. I turned the vibration on and pushed the tip against my oiled, tight muscle.

The combination of the buzz and penetration made me twitch and my toes curl. I closed my eyes again, the image of Teddy ready to dominate and fill me to the brim.

As I slid the toy in and out of me and played with all the different vibration settings, my cock softened, but I was more turned on than ever before.

Teddy kneeled on the floor before me and unzipped me, taking my cock in his mouth, and I moaned, pushing the dildo all the way up my ass, choking on my own saliva and need.

I did it again and again as the image of Dream Man pulled me up, sprawled me across my desk, and went to town on my ass with his tongue.

Then he buried himself deep inside and slammed his hips against my plump ass cheeks with rigor and determination.

He came inside me. He came in my mouth. He came on my chest. He came into every inch of my body, and I kept going until even the base of the dildo was swallowed by my hungry hole and my cock hardened once more.

“Fuuuck!” I shouted, feeling so good that I no longer had to keep my play time quiet.

Gosh, it was good living alone.

If only for those wild fantasies to feel more real.

I pushed the dildo out, and just as I was about to reinsert it, the charge gave out, which was just as well. I turned my attention to my cock, desperate for release.

I sat up in bed, keeping the dildo inside my hole, and stroked myself all the way to heaven until desire pooled in the pit of my stomach and exploded all over my sheets.

Even as I stained my bed with copious amounts of cum I stayed hard, gasping for air and feeling all spent from milking my prostate dry.

And just as I should be casting away any fantasies and tucking myself into bed, Teddy appeared in front of my bed, naked and hard, opened my legs, and climbed between them, sliding himself back inside me.

He kissed my forehead and nose, and then his face twisted, and he came all up inside me again. Then he lay beside me, took me in his arms, and with the visual of his cum pooling out of my ass, I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

Laundry could wait until tomorrow. For now, I was his.

I took a mug out of my cabinet and turned on my espresso machine.

It whirred to life, its loud thrum reverberating through my bones, giving me flashes of my self-loving time last night.

Not that I’d been able to forget it all morning.

If the dried cum-stained sheets weren’t a reminder, the pain in my ass was, but I didn’t mind.

It felt like I’d been pounded like a good boy by the hottest man on this planet, and I’d take that kind of pain every day if I could.

I stretched my back as my cup filled with liquid gold and once I downed it I retreated to my living room, where my yoga mat was waiting for me.

I did thirty minutes of my morning workout and then checked all the plants, both inside and outside the house, to make sure they were all still alive—and to my surprise, they all were—and then sat at the dining table with my school work.

I needed to make lesson plans for the week and write my notes on each kid.

This change to a different grade had been so last minute it had me all scrambled and I was still trying to catch up but hopefully I would stay in this grade next year and I could reuse all the hard work I was putting into lessons now.

After a top-up on another coffee and a little lunch break, I opened the attendance record and reviewed it.

When I came across two names, I picked up my pen and added another thing to my to-do list.

I needed to catch up with Valentin and Niko’s parents. They’d been late twice this week, and school had just started. Plus, they’d only handed in half, if that, of their homework.

“Anyway.” I sighed and finished my notes, then put away all the paperwork. I filled my water bottle and cozied up on the couch with one of my plant books and my plant notebook.

I was still new to this green-thumbed side of me and I had so much to learn if I was going to keep all my babies alive.

A loud, piercing sound shook me awake, and as I sat up, the book fell on the floor.

“Did I fall asleep?” I asked no one in particular and checked the time.

It was six in the evening.

“Gosh, definitely,” I said, and the bell rang again.

I picked up the book, put it on the coffee table, and then walked to the front door to answer it, straightening my glasses that had got all crooked from my impromptu nap..

It was none other than Ruby with our youngest sister, Lexi, in tow.

“Hey,” I said. “Did we have plans?” I rubbed my eyes and looked around as if the house would answer me.

Ruby looked at Lexi and rolled her eyes.

“No. But we knew you’d be holed up at your brand-new home again, so we thought we’d stop by and drag you out for dinner.”

I stepped aside to let them in, but they didn’t come inside. I yawned and cleared the gunk out of my eyes before I answered.

“I’m not holed up, and you don’t have to say brand-new home so disparagingly.”

“I wasn’t disparaging your brand-new home . I was mocking it. Well, you. Ever since you bought the house, you’ve become a hermit. Now come on. Get dressed and we’ll get going.”

I groaned and walked back to the living room. If they wanted to come in, that was their choice.

“I’ve already taken the chicken out of the freezer. I was going to make chicken cacciatore. You’re welcome to join me,” I said.

Ruby marched right inside, grabbed me by the shoulders, and spun me right round.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve got a craving for Joey’s burgers, so thanks, but no thanks. You’re coming out.”

“I’m already out,” I said.

Lexi snorted.

“You’re not that funny, Wes. Go get dressed. We’re painting the town red tonight.”

I grimaced.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes!” Ruby and Lexi said in unison.

“Fine,” I groaned. “But next weekend is mine and mine alone.”

I climbed the stairs up to my bedroom, but I didn’t miss Ruby muttering, “We’ll see about that.”

Ten minutes later, I was semi-decent and rejoined my sisters, who dragged me into Ruby’s car.

When we stopped again, we were outside The Outpost on the very edge of Cotton Beach, where it overlooked the sea. The waves lent a soothing rhythm to our moves as we climbed up the front deck of Wyatt Goodman’s bar and walked inside to a lively, buzzing atmosphere.

“So, how’s the husband?” Ruby asked, and we took a seat next to the bar.

I turned to Ruby and stuck my tongue out.

“How very adult of you,” she said.

“What husband? What did I miss?” Lexi asked.

“Oh, you know. I told you. Wesley has a crush on a hot daddy!”

“Ooh. What kind of Daddy? Leather? Dom?” Lexi said, and both Ruby and I glared at our baby sister.

“A single daddy,” Ruby pointed out.

“He’s an uncle, actually,” I said as if it were the most important piece of information. “And it’s neither coming or going. There’s nothing going on between us.”

Only in my head, I thought, but I kept that to myself.

“Have you asked him if he’s interested?”

I scoffed at the mere suggestion and shook my head.

“That’s inappropriate. Also, he just lost his sister and became an instant parent. So, no, I haven’t. And I’m not going to. He’s probably straight, anyway.” Although he’d remain gay for me in the privacy of my own bedroom.

Ruby shrugged.

“I still think you should tell him.”

“I’m ignoring you now.” I picked up the menu and pointedly hid myself behind it.

“I won’t shut up until you do something about him,” Ruby answered, and I’d already failed in my ignoring her because I put the menu down and opened my mouth, but before a word could come out, a man walked in and made my spirit leave my body.

A hot blond wet dream with his little nephew.

Damn.

Nothing I could conjure in my head could live up to the real Teddy.

Why did he have to be so hot? And why didn’t he know it?

It was almost worse that he didn’t. It made him all the more attractive.

Add that to his helplessness about parenthood, and he was simply…

a walking, breathing teddy bear I wanted to claim right here, right now.

“Thirsty?” asked a woman next to me, and I snapped my head around to stare back at Autumn, who was smirking as if she could read my mind.

“Huh?” I asked.

“I said, ‘Are you thirsty?’ What can I get you to drink?” The smirk never quite left her eyes.

As if she knew exactly what she’d done. Caught me red-handed drooling over Teddy.