Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Don’t make me have to come looking for you this evening.” I gave her a stern look before heading out the door. She hadn’t said more than two words since I arrived, that shit was funny. I finally land me an older woman and I still have to be the one in charge.
I was nervous as hell when it came time for the afterschool class to begin. I wasn’t sure if she was going to show or if we were about to have our first argument. I accept that I have to giver her room to deal with her fears, but hiding was not the answer. That much I know.
I figured as long as we keep things the way they are now, no one would be the wiser. On the other hand, if she starts acting skittish, or more skittish than is her usual, then she’d be sure to give that shit away.
I’d also come up with a way to deal with her stalker and was fine tuning my approach. I have to handle things just right or I’d be the one letting the cat out of the bag. Plus I didn’t want her thinking I was telling tales out of school.
I can only imagine how she’d react if she thought I was sharing all the details about us with my boys. Something I would never do in a million years. But I was gonna need them for what I had in mind.
She made me sweat it out, showing up to class at the last damn second, just when I was about to call her and give her shit. She was back to looking like Ms. Parks, and I was proud of myself for making it through the class without showing my hand. Though it was hard as hell to sit there in the same room as her with my dick on hard for an hour and a half.
“Ms. Parks, I have a question. I’ll catch up with you Carter.” I waved him off when it looked like he was going to wait for me. I waited until the coast was clear and approached her. “When you get outside just sit in your car and wait for me. I’ll get rid of the guys and follow you home.”
She looked surprised at my offer, like she thought I wasn’t gonna go home with her. Such an innocent! If I wasn’t dying to get into her bed and her, there’s the stalker fuck on the loose, which I still had no idea if he was out on bail or not. So there was no way I was letting her go home this late by herself.
I watched her leave and followed behind at a decent pace and walked over to the guys who were all standing around in a huddle. No doubt they had plans for the night. It was Friday after all, so that was a given.
“So where are we going tonight?” They all looked to me at Carter’s question.
“I can’t tonight guys, I got a thing.”
“Which one of the cheers is it? Or is it someone from the other side?” He inclined his head to indicate the neighboring town and I just grinned.
“You dog, who is it? Is it the twins? I knew you were up to something these past few weeks. Giving me that shit about SATs.” Carter elbowed me good naturedly and thankfully the conversation changed, taking the focus off of me as they started teasing one another.
“Okay then, I guess we’ll see you when we see you.” I waved them off and hoisted my bag higher on my shoulder as I walked nonchalantly towards my truck, which was parked just a few spaces down from hers.
She was sitting in her car pretending to look at her phone, at least I think she was pretending, as I got into my truck and started it up. By the time we pulled out of the parking lot the others were already way down on the other side of the lot making as much racket as per usual.
As I followed her home I realized how much I’d changed in the last few weeks, even more so since the night before. I didn’t feel like the same guy who was always down for a good time with the boys on a Friday night.
Right now I couldn’t think of anything better than going back to her place and spending the rest of the night buried inside her. I wonder if she’s still sore? I have ways of getting around that, very enjoyable ways.
Liz
Why are my arms and legs trembling? It’s a miracle I’d made it all the way home without crashing into something as uptight as I felt. This isn’t as fun as I thought it would be. In my imagination things went much smoother than this, not to mention what went on in my dreams.