“You still should’ve given me a heads up,” I reply. She raises her eyebrows at my choice of words, and my face heats up.
“I didn’t know what to say,” she says with a laugh.
She sits on the front of one of the desks behind her, crossing her legs one over the other, while I try to drag my eyes away from her bare thighs. My pants restrict even more and I frown, angry at my body for reacting to her.
“Hey, you might be my teacher, would have been a great start,” I grumble.
“Yes, maybe I should have warned you—”
“Even last night,” I retort, cutting her off. “I was texting you, for God’s sake. At least your cryptic comments now make sense. You seriously think I’m going to date you after this?”
“No,” she replies testily. “I don’t. I’m not an idiot, Lennon. I know this changes everything, which is exactly why I said wait until today. If I’d given you a straight out no, would you have accepted that?”
“Probably not,” I mutter.
“Exactly.” She sighs. “I agree with you. Maybe I didn’t handle this the best way I could have, but I didn’t know what to do. I thought we really hit it off. How do you think I felt finding out that you might be my teacher after what I did?”
Her cheeks redden, and again my cock reacts. I’m hard as fuck, and I can’t concentrate on her words, because all I really want to do is walk over there and kiss her, and feel her body press up against mine again.
“Okay, we can’t talk about this now,” I mumble, aware that my next class of students are starting to filter into the room. My biggest concern right now is that I’m about to teach a class with an erection. “I’m sure you have somewhere you should be? I’ll text you later and we can meet up somewhere and talk, okay?” Her eyes light up, and my own narrow. “Talk, Darcy. That’s it. Talk.”
“Okay, I get it,” she mutters, rolling her eyes.
I sit at my desk, my hands clasped in front of me as she stalks out of the room. I can’t look at her as I’m scared I won’t be able to look away. With a sigh, I sit back and close my eyes for a few seconds. Something tells me saying no to her is going to be easier said than done.
What the fuck am I going to do?
Chapter Six
Darcy
I sit in the cafeteria, pretending to listen to Cindy and her friends chatter pointlessly while eating their lunches. I’m grateful she thought to include me, but I would’ve preferred to eat alone, outside under a tree, so I could think. I’m not much for socializing at the best of times and today is no exception.
This whole thing is such a mess and I made it worse by not telling him what I suspected sooner. If it were the other way around, and he’d figured it out, I would’ve been livid if he hadn’t told me.
Somehow, I get through the rest of the day, but I struggle to think about anything other than Lennon. Twice I saw him in the hallways outside of class, and both times I quickly walked the other way.
***
The bell sounds, signaling the end of the day, and nobody is more relieved than me. I check my phone to see if he’s texted, but he hasn’t. Frustrated, I shove it in my backpack and follow the flood of students exiting the school building.
The second I’m outside, I cross paths with a guy I recognize from my English class. He calls out to me and I stop and glance around to make sure it’s me he’s talking to. He jogs over and gives me a winning smile.
“Hey. You’re the new chick, right?” I nod, immediately suspicious of being referred to as the new chick. “I’m Jack.” He offers me his hand, and it clicks that this is the guy Cindy warned me about.
“Darcy,” I say curtly. “Nice to meet you, but I’m kind of in a hurry.”
He puts his arm out against the brick wall I’m walking next to, blocking me from leaving. He’s too close for comfort and I don’t like it one bit. I tense, feeling scared. I don’t like being trapped, and right now, that’s exactly how I feel.
“Jack!” a female voice calls out from behind him.
His head whips around and an angry-looking girl scowls at him, then turns her scowl onto me. Let me guess. Jessa or Mara? I’m doing everything I can to fly under the radar, and I still find myself walking into the firing line.
“Sorry, I really have to go,” I mutter, pushing past him, and this time he lets me leave.
***
By the time I arrive home, I still haven’t heard from Lennon. I send a text, but get no reply. I’m growing more frustrated by the second, so I try to occupy myself by working on my car. Just the smell of the grease and oil helps lighten my mood and I feel myself calming down. Fuck massages and salt baths, all I need is a vat full of grease and I’m completely relaxed.
By eight in the evening, I still haven’t heard from him. I didn’t eat much dinner, which quickly got my mother’s attention.
“How was school?” she asks, her eyes filling with that familiar look of worry.
“Okay,” I say, sounding as upbeat as I can. The last thing I need is for my parents to think that something’s wrong. “Are you still going out tonight?” I vaguely remember her saying something about late night drinks with some friends of theirs before they jet off overseas for six months.
“If you’re sure you’re okay?” she replies.
“I’m fine,” I laugh. “I’m just tired. I’ll probably be in bed before you leave.” I carry my plate over to the sink and scrape it into the bin, then run it under the water. “Cindy was great showing me around, and the school is really nice.”
Mom’s face softens. “That’s good, I’m glad you two are getting along so well.”
I hide a smile. I knew that would do the trick. I walk over and kiss Mom on the forehead, and then do the same to Dad, before walking down the hall to my room. Once I’m inside, I check my phone again. Still nothing.
Sighing, I sit on my bed. I hate being this girl—the one waiting around for the guy to call. I just want to know where we stand, but I can’t do that if he won’t talk to me. Maybe he just needs space, but that doesn’t help me when I have to face him tomorrow morning, anyway. I probably won’t sleep tonight, stressing about it.
What I should do is go over there. If I see him, then we can talk and work out a way to deal with it. Neither of us are winning if things stay like this. I get to my feet, throw on a pair of jeans, and put on the same figure hugging shirt I wore to school. I hear my parents’ car pull out of the driveway and I breathe a sigh of relief. At least there won’t be questions when I walk downstairs and go out after claiming I was so tired.
When I get outside, I realize I have a little problem in that I don’t know where he lives. I jump in the car, tap the wheel and think. Short of breaking into the school and finding his details, my only realistic option is my cousin, Casey.
I find her number in my phone. The only reason I even have her number is that Mom insisted I text her to apologize for what happened at the wedding. It feels too weird to call her, so I send a text.
Me: Hey Casey! It’s Darcy. Again. I’m after Lennon, Gary’s friend’s address? He left his jacket with me at the wedding and I wanted to send it back to him.
I’m impressed with my ability to think on my feet, and even more impressed when it works and she coughs up his address. I put it in my GPS and start the short drive to his house. I’m shocked at how close he lives to me. Less than five minutes later, I’m out the front of his apartment building, asking myself what the hell I’m doing.
My heart pounds as I get out of the car. I’m convinced I’m making the worst decision of my life, but I can’t seem to stop myself from doing it. I need clarity, and I need it now, and this is the only way I can see of getting it.
I thump on his door, my hands shaking. God, I’m so nervous, I feel sick. The door swings open and Lennon stands there, still in his button-up shirt and pants. My throat constricts as I wait for him to react. Say something… anything.
“What happened to your skirt?” he mumbles, then his face flus
hes like he can’t believe that was the first thing out of his mouth. I hide a grin, secretly thrilled that my attire obviously had some effect on him.
“It wasn’t me,” I admit. “I’m more of a jeans and sweater kind of girl. I got caught up in trying to impress people on my first day of school and felt uncomfortable for it.”
“Impress people?” he asks inquisitively, his eyes on mine.
“You,” I admit. I shove my hands deep in my pockets and wait for him to answer, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Darcy…”
I close my eyes. God, I know where that tone is going.
“Look, can I come in?” I ask, biting my lip.
He hesitates, then steps back, waving me inside. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Sure. I’ll take a beer, or a shot of vodka.” He frowns. “Bad joke,” I mumble, my face flushing.
“Coffee, water, or soda are your choices,” he says, somewhat sternly.
“Really? Aren’t I a bit young for coffee?” I quip. He glowers at me and I cringe, wishing I could stop the words from tumbling out. “Okay, I’ll stop,” I promise him. He sighs and rolls his eyes as he tosses me a can of Coke.
“Darcy, why did you come here?” he asks.
“Because I thought we needed to sort this out. I tried calling and texting, and you wouldn’t answer. Turning up here unannounced was the only way I thought you’d see me outside of school.”
“How did you even get my address?”
I blush and consider telling him I broke into the school office. “Casey.”
He sighs and shakes his head. “There’s nothing to sort out,” he says weakly. “What happened shouldn’t have happened, so we forget about it and move on. Easy.”
“Fine, but I don’t want things being awkward between us because of what happened.” I wish I could rewind ten minutes and rethink this godawful decision of coming over here, because I’m feeling like a dick. “I thought if I came over here, we could clear the air and get off to a fresh start.”
He nods. “Sure. A fresh start sounds good.” He narrows his eyes and steps closer to me, his brow furrowing as he reaches out and touches my elbow. “Is that grease?” he asks.
I blush and wipe it away, grazing past his hand in the process. We both jump. “Yeah. I must’ve missed it during my shower. I spent some time working on my car.”
“Your car?” he says with interest. “A Porsche?”
“I wish,” I laugh. “No, it’s an old Mustang that my dad got me for my sixteenth birthday. I’ve been fixing it up ever since.”
“Wow,” he says, softly. “That’s pretty cool. You’re the strangest eighteen-year-old girl I’ve ever met.”
I chuckle, unsure if that’s a compliment or an insult. My eyes widen as someone knocks loudly on the door. Every thought runs through my head, from my mother following me, to it being the principal, ready to catch us in the act. Lennon winces.
“Pizza,” he explains, heading for the door. “I couldn’t be bothered cooking dinner.”
“I’ll get out of your hair, then,” I say, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Why don’t you stay?” he asks softly.
“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude,” I reply, not sure my staying is a good idea. Wasn’t the whole idea five minutes ago to forget about us and move on?
He chuckles again. “Something tells me intruding is kind of what you do.”
“You might have a point,” I say with a grin.
I sit down on the couch, curling my feet up under me. A shiver runs down my spine as I watch him open the door and collect the pizza. I know I shouldn’t push it, but I’m not ready to give up on him. I don’t care what society says, I’m an adult, and I’m more mature than half the adults I know.
I trust my instincts, and my instincts are screaming at me to keep trying.
Chapter Seven
Lennon
My intention was to feed her and then she’d leave, but things didn’t go that way and three hours later we’re still sitting on the couch, talking. Hell, maybe it was never my intention to feed her and kick her out. Maybe I knew this was exactly how things would go.
I know I’m making this whole thing even more complicated, but I just can’t help myself. The more time I spend with her, the more I like her. And if I block out the fact that I’m her teacher, everything about us feels right. So long as I don’t let things progress beyond talking, there’s no harm in getting to know her a little better…right?
“So, how come you ended up at Findon?” she asks. “Aside from being hired.”
“Believe it or not, I actually used to go there,” I grin.
“No way?” she says with a laugh that makes my stomach flip. “Isn’t it kind of awkward working with people who used to be your teachers?”
“Very awkward,” I confirm.
“Almost as awkward as finding out that I’m in your class, huh?” she teases.
“Almost,” I agree.
Once again, I’m thinking about things I shouldn’t be—involving someone I shouldn’t be thinking about at all. She studies me intently, her lips pressed together, her blue eyes piercing mine. I shift uncomfortably in my seat. It’s like she can read my thoughts—and knows they’re dirty.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this…” She creeps onto her knees and shifts across the couch until she’s sitting next to me before she continues. I tense, loving, yet hating, the feel of her so close to me. I don’t trust myself to stay in control around her, and it’s a very confronting feeling. “But I keep thinking about the other night and wondering if we hadn’t been interrupted, where we would’ve ended up.”
“Probably in a lot more trouble than we are now,” I reply, my voice strained. I want to move away, but I can’t bring myself to do it. It’s like I’m frozen on the spot, waiting for her to make a move.
She laughs, her eyes lighting up. “Probably,” she agrees. “Or maybe our fate was decided the moment you stepped into that car with me.”
“Are you in the habit of... doing what you did?” Jesus, I can’t even say it. I hate asking her, but I have to know. The thought of her on her knees for anyone other than me makes me so angry and jealous.
“Do I really seem like that type of person?” she asks, obviously offended that I’d even think that about her. I cringe, embarrassed and ashamed that I asked her. Like it’s any of my business, anyway.
“No, you don’t,” I mumble. “I guess that’s why I was so shocked when it happened…”
“But not disappointed?” she says, cocking her head to one side. I flush and she smirks at me.
“I shouldn’t even be talking about this with you,” I mutter.
It’s like I’m trying to set myself up to fail. When I opened the front door and saw her standing there, I should’ve sent her away, but I invited her in. I gave her a drink. I asked her to stay for dinner. And now, at nearly midnight—on a school night, no less—she’s still here and I’m inching closer to making another stupid decision, one I will really regret.
Am I hoping this leads to something? Is that what I want?
Of course that’s what I want.
The question is, am I stupid enough to let it happen again?
I can put last time down to a mistake because I didn’t know what the circumstances were. But this time, I know everything and anything we do is my responsibility. It will be my mistake in judgment because I’m the one in the position of power here. Whether she’s eighteen or not, doesn’t matter. I’m her teacher, and she’s my student. I’d be breaking every ethical and moral rule by being with her. Yet that’s still not enough to make me pull away.
“You seem deep in thought,” she comments. “Thinking about anything in particular?”
“Yes,” I sigh, sitting forward. “I’m thinking that you should go now.”
Her eyes widen, like that was the last thing she expected me to say, but she nods and gets to her feet. I do the same, surprised and a little suspicious th
at she’s giving up so easily. She doesn’t seem the type to sit back and not get what she wants, and right now I get the feeling that she wants me. What makes it harder is the feeling is definitely mutual.
“Right. Okay then.” She smiles almost sheepishly. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Guess you will,” I say with a tight smile.
She opens the door and walks out, turning around at the last moment to smile at me again. She bites down on the edge of her lip and tilts her head slightly to the side. I stare at those lips, my cock aching. I clench my jaw, doing my best not to show how much she’s affecting me. It’s like she’s deliberately trying to mess with my head.
“Sweet dreams, Mr. Anderson.” I smile at her, and then she’s gone.
***
I lay in bed, engulfed in darkness. I’m staring at the ceiling with nothing but her on my mind. My hand instinctively wraps around my cock as I think of those eyes and that sexy little smile. She probably knew the second she said goodbye to me that it would come to this—me, lying alone in my bed, tugging at my shaft, thinking about her.
I let out a growl, annoyed she’s put these thoughts into my head. Without making a move, or doing anything she shouldn’t have, she’s got me acting like this. Desperate for relief, but not wanting to do what I know I have to do in order to achieve it, I try again to remove her from my thoughts.
Pushing the covers back, I climb out of bed and head into the bathroom. Maybe a shower will help me feel better. I run the water and wait for it to reach temperature before I stand under the hot stream, with one hand resting against the tiled wall.
All my attempts to diffuse the hold she has on me are futile. I’m still hard as fuck, my dick is still throbbing, and all I can think about is her, on her knees in front of me, sucking me off. The fact that I know how fucking unreal it feels makes this whole thing a thousand times worse, because it’s not just a fantasy. I’m reliving reality—and I’m reliving it repeatedly.
My fist moves up and down my length furiously as I lean my head against my other hand and close my eyes. I groan, biting my knuckle as my climax builds. All I need to do is think of those lips closing around my shaft, and I’m almost at the point of exploding. I pump my dick harder and faster through my hand, holding my breath until my orgasm hits me. Gasping, I spill my load all over the shower wall, panting, as I try and catch my breath.
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