He smells so good, like a man should, and the dampness between my legs grows.
I gasp for breath, my voice barely a murmur. “Teachers shouldn’t look like you.”
“Why not?”
“Because…it makes it very hard to concentrate in class.”
“Well, you make something else very hard when you’re in my class.”
He inches forward, my chest practically brushing his upper abdomen, and I choke out a little whimper as thoughts of his lips…moving down my body, sucking on one of my nipples…they are so hard right now, about to ruin my vintage Nirvana t-shirt.
I let my hands flutter to hold onto his forearms, feeling the hard muscle shift under my grasp as he leans down, pressing his forehead to the center part of my hair, making a noise like he’s in pain.
“I’ve hated every second I couldn’t touch you. Couldn’t kiss you.”
“I’ve hated every second you ignored me in school. Pretended I was…”
“Was what?”
“Nothing.” I blurt out. “You were indifferent toward me. It hurt, Mason. A lot.” I’m done being scared and he needs to know he hurt me.
“I’m sorry. So fucking sorry. I knew if I gave in, even just the smallest bit, I’d lose control. You drive me crazy, Jenny. You weren’t even legal, it would have ruined us both.”
“I’m eighteen now.”
He growls, pressing the hard steel pole under his jeans into my hip. “Eighteen and never been kissed?”
I hear hope in his question as his jaw locks.
“Never…” I answer, the word barely audible through my narrowing windpipe.
He kisses me hard. Lips crushing on mine, my teeth digging in as I nearly melt against the wall. Mason’s mouth is greedy, his tongue sweeping between my lips as his warm breath hits my cheek and a rumble comes from his chest.
He brings a hand to my side, running it up and down, then it’s on my breast, squeezing softly as I moan and think I might pass out.
He draws back, our eyes are locked, mouths open…I count my speeding heart beats as his eyes narrow. A vein in his forehead stands out and he starts to say something…
Then, the boom of bass from outside. Squealing tires and the sound of angry voices, hooting and calling out my name.
Happy birthday, Jenny!
Then, there’s the sound of glass breaking in the street, more yelling and tires, then the sound of the bass and music softens into the distance.
“Come on.” Mason takes my hand. “You need your phone? A purse? We’re leaving. You’re not staying here.”
Part of me says I should protest, tell him I’m fine, but I’m not playing anymore. I don’t want to stay here, especially alone, and it’s my birthday, for fuck sake. Time for Jenny to grab that brass ring. I thought it was named Trident 3, but I was wrong.
It’s named Mason Thomas and I’m going to grab it hard and not let go.
Chapter 3
Mason
“This is quite a place for a substitute teacher.” Jenny gives me a smile and a wink as we finish a mini tour of the house. “The pool is amazing. I’ve always wanted a house with a pool. My neighbors had one back in Northville where we lived before we moved here last year. I used to sneak into their backyard when they weren’t home and take a dip.”
“You’re a closet criminal.”
She shrugs as I lock my eyes on hers. “Guess so. Mild-mannered Jenny Redman by day…”
“And wild-mannered Ginger Flame by night…” I finish and she crinkles up her nose on a chirpy giggle, making my dick twitch.
“Ginger Flame. I like it.” She shakes her head, her fire-colored hair spinning around her face as she takes a Wonder Woman pose, fists on her hips, giving me a hard stare. She sputters air through her lips, dislodging a stuck tendril of hair before finishing, “Ginger power.”
Blood rushes south, thickening my already-hard cock, seeing the strength in her pose, even if it is in fun. I’m all in. Now that she’s here, with me, our lips sealed her fate and I’ll be her own personal superhero from now on. I knew I had to wait for her, it nearly killed me but going to jail for moving things along before she turned eighteen wasn’t an option.
She’s dominated my heart and my thoughts for three months and it’s time for me to get her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock and bind her to me for all time.
We chat as we walk around the yard, the pool lit up with color-changing LED underwater lights, and as much as I knew I was in love with her already, there’s zero doubt in my mind now. She’s smart, funny, strong, with a quirky quick wit that keeps me on my toes.
We come back around, and I reach for her hand, entwining our fingers as I ask her about the kids that were at her place when I got there.