He felt her smile against his lips. “That’s the spot,” she whispered.
“What about this?” he asked, his finger sliding lower, dipping into her body up to his knuckle.
“That’s good too,” she replied, eyes shut, concentrating.
His finger slid back and forth between the two. Then he wrapped his leg around hers and tugged it, spreading her open for his exploration. It wasn’t long before he noticed her hips moving, reaching for his fingertip when he was coming up to meet her clitoris. That’s definitely where the action is, he thought, enlightened, since it wasn’t where the action happened for him at all. He stopped his finger right on her sweet spot and watched her face as he stroked it slowly. He felt her leg muscles contract and tighten as he rubbed and circled, pressed a little harder. Then he realized other muscles like her stomach and her butt were clenching as she moved ever so slightly against his finger.
He pressed his mouth against her ear again, not wanting to break her concentration, for surely she was concentrating. He just wanted to know on what. “S.B., this is hot for me. Watching you. Making you move. Talk to me. I want to know what you’re feeling and where you’re feeling it. You claim to be a natural-born teacher, so please, teach me.”
“Mmm,” she said, licking her lips, her eyes remaining closed. “I’m…I’m feeling really, really good,” she whispered and then cleared her throat. Her voice was stronger when she spoke again. “I’m feeling…engorged, right there. Right where you’re touching me. Like all my nerve endings are congregating at that one spot. Like everything from my waist down is focused on that area.”
Lane was content to know that. To understand that. And then she went on and taught him something he never would have figured out on his own.
“When it gets to this point, I can feel my body opening, my muscles contracting and releasing, expanding, getting ready for you. So as the sensations heighten where you’re touching me, I start to feel an emptiness-a longing-building at the same time in an entirely different area.”
“Jesus.”
“It’s perfection, really,” she said. Her face grimaced just a bit, he felt her body tighten and move against his finger. He applied more pressure, shortened his stroke, and flicked over her clit faster.
“Yes,” she said. “That’s it. Just like that, Lane.”
Something about hearing his name caused his dick to jump. He felt her body tightening beside him, underneath him. He couldn’t believe when she spoke again.
“As all my focus is climbing to the pinnacle, to release, right where your finger is, below I am aching with need. The need of your body inside mine.”
“How do we do that?”
She bit her lip. “Put on a condom.”
“Now?” Things were going so well, he didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want to interrupt her pleasure. He wanted to follow through, watch her come.
She stilled his hand with one of her own. “I’m okay,” she said. “Take your time. I’m being selfish right now, trust me.”
He wasn’t sure how any of this was selfish on her part, but he wasn’t planning to argue now that his dick was hard and getting back inside her sounded like the best idea ever. So he sheathed himself clumsily, hating condoms at the moment. Then he turned back to his side, hooked her leg back up just like he had it, and kissed her as his finger went back to work. First up and down the length of her sex, then focusing on her clit. It was starting to make sense in his head. To feel more natural. But he wanted badly to finger her now, just to see what would happen. So he did. He took a slow stroke down and pressed his middle finger slowly into Vivi as deep and as far as he could go. He felt her soft, moist walls clench around his finger as she groaned.
“You like this too,” he claimed. He moved his finger in and out.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“But not as much?”
“I need one first, then the other.”
He kissed her cheek, pulling out, going back to the lesson plan to give her what she needed.
“Lane,” she said, her pelvis bucking against his finger now, “as soon as I come, I’m going to want you inside me.”
“I can do that,” he assured her.
“I’m…oh-hmmm, I’m really going to need you inside me. No…fooling…ummm…arounnnd.”
As he watched, her body tensed up, her lips and eyes squeezed shut, her head bent forward, and convulsions started somewhere deep as she came. He didn’t think she’d want him to stop, so he just kept on going, doing what he was doing, rolling toward her, separating her legs further to get his body in between, rubbing her clit over and over as he positioned himself at her entrance, until he was overwhelmed with his own need to feel her convulsing around his cock. As he laid himself over her sweet body, he pulled his hand away from her and used it to guide him inside.
“Mmmm,” she hummed her approval, as she writhed and seemed to come all over again. It was amazing to be inside of her, her body milking his, propelling him to move and move fast before it all became too good and he didn’t get to move at all.
His body against her body, his hands clasping her hands, bringing them over her head as he kissed her and told her how awesome it felt to be inside her like this. What a gift her body was to him. Hot, slick, sexy, sweet, beautiful.
Back in his parent’s house, Lane rolled off his bed to clean himself up.
Yeah, he just remembered why dating a teacher wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
Chapter Fourteen
When Lam handed her a note at the end of class, he told her she was to keep it safe. She opened it up and found a simply drawn heart inside.
Her own heart melted all over the floor.
Lam stood in front of her while Lane sat in his chair in the middle of the classroom.
“Lam,” Lane said. “My brother, Tray, and his wife, Lindsey, are coming to the game tonight. I bet you didn’t know that Miss DuVal is a good friend of Lindsey’s.”
“I am?” she said to Lam.
“Apparently,” he replied with a raised brow and a sly smile.
“The two of them will probably want to sit together at the game tonight. Next to my parents,” Lane went on. “Give my brother a chance to introduce my parents to our statistics teacher.”
“Who wouldn’t want to meet our statistics teacher?” Lam said, grinning at Vivi.
“For some reason,” Lane said as he stood, sounding very put-upon, “my mother is overly eager to meet our statistics teacher. And since Miss DuVal and my sister-in-law are so close, she’ll probably be invited back to the house after the game.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Lam said out loud, but the expression on his face raised the statement to the level of a question.
“Lam, I’ll enjoy seeing Tray and…Lindsey again,” Vivi said, wondering how this would play out in such a public setting.
“Miss DuVal?” Lam asked.
“Yes.”
“Have you noticed that you are the only one in the entire school wearing lavender today?”
She smiled. Embarrassed. Day three and she stood out like a sore thumb because no one told her that on game days everybody wears the colors.
“Probably show a little team spirit if you’d put on the black and red tonight. I’ve got an extra jersey you can wear.”
“What would people say if I was wearing your jersey, Lam?”
“Miss DuVal, all the girls wear my jersey. You’d just be hopping on the band wagon.”
“She’s not wearing your jersey,” came the disgruntled voice of Lane.
Vivi smiled and whispered to Lam. “Tell him I wouldn’t dare.”
“Okay,” he whispered back.
She grabbed Lam’s hand once she saw Lane had left the room. “Who wears his jersey?” she whispered.
Lam shrugged. “Far as I know he’s never given one away.”
Her brows lifted. “Really?”
Lam shrugged.
“Play well tonight,” she said.
“That’s a Wilson Warrior guarantee,” he claimed before leaving the room.
Vivi called her cousin Lolly on the way home from school.
“I need something to wear to the football game at Wilson tonight. It has to be black and red, and I need to look really good in it. What have you got?”
“I’ve got tons of red. My favorite sundress would show off your cleavage.”
“I’m a teacher at Wilson. Can’t have too much cleavage falling out.”
“Come on over. We’ll figure out something.”
Vivi’s dress-designing cousin fixed her up brilliantly in a fun little red dress with black piping and a lacy hem. She might not feel like she could wear it in the classroom, but on a warm summer night, it was perfectly appropriate for a young new statistics teacher to wear to the high school game. It was also perfectly appropriate attire to wear while meeting her boyfriend’s parents. A bonus.
On her feet were black patent kitten-heel sandals. Her hair was up in a ponytail because it was too hot to wear it down the way Lane liked. She dolled it up with black and red ribbons like she saw her cheerleaders had this afternoon. She wanted to sneak Lane’s jersey number into the ribbons but didn’t dare. Plus, she didn’t have any idea what his number was.
That thought stopped her. Lane and all the other football players had their jerseys on today. He sat in her class with his jersey on, but she was so afraid to look at him closely that she had no clue what number he wore. She was all about numbers, and yet, she didn’t know his. She was all about statistics these days and hadn’t a clue about his. For a guy she was so crazy about, she had a lot to learn.
Vivi was happy to learn that her parents would be attending Henderson’s game that night-out of town-so she didn’t have to worry about her father showing up with any nondisclosure agreements for the Warriors’ running back. The cheerleaders in question had all managed to get their parents to call her, so the pep rally had gone on as planned. Afterwards, she’d warned the JV squad she would be attending the game tonight not so much to watch over the Varsity squad, but to monitor their behavior in the stands. It was a great cover for her to attend the football games. She wondered if Principal Levendusky had thought of that.
She checked in with Stacey and the other varsity girls when she arrived. They’d heard what she’d done to the JV group and treated her with the utmost respect. They went over their standard operating procedures for a home football game with businesslike precision and then told her how they would share bottled Gatorade and cookies with the visiting team’s cheerleaders during half time while the Warrior Marching Band played. Vivi approved.
And then she smiled when Stacey invited her to join them.
These girls just needed a little guidance. Someone who took an interest in what they did so they wouldn’t run amok. Vivi pulled out her phone and texted Lolly, wanting Annabelle Devine’s number. The Keeper of the Debutantes over in Henderson could probably give her some good advice about coaching the cheerleaders in Oxford.
She turned from where she stood on the track running around the field and looked into the stands that were starting to get very crowded. She hadn’t seen Tray Kettering in over three months and wondered how she was ever going to find him in this crowd. That caused her to turn back toward the field and look for Lane as the teams warmed up. With helmets on, they all looked the same. Not knowing his number was really starting to irritate her.
“Vivi,” someone called. “Vivi DuVal,” she heard distinctly as she turned around, searching for the source. A pretty blonde in a red T-shirt and black shorts waved as if she knew her.
Ah. Lindsey.
Yes, there was Tray, handsome as ever with his light brown hair and almost-as-gorgeous-as-Lane’s green eyes. He was shorter than Lane and just as handsome in a less rugged, more academic way. Okay, maybe he wasn’t as handsome as his little brother, but no one was as handsome as Lane in her opinion, so there was that. She made her way over to the first row of the stands where they beckoned her, Tray’s hands all over his bride. Lindsey leaned over the railing and down toward Vivi.
“I’m Lindsey, your new best friend,” she said. They both laughed at that.
“Yes,” Vivi said, coming around and up the steps. “I heard I had a new best friend.”
“Fancy seeing you here,” Tray said, mirth glistening in his eyes. “I had heard you’d be teaching second graders in Atlanta and wouldn’t know the truth about Lane until Thanksgiving.”
“Best laid plans,” she said, shaking her head.
“How’s it going?” Lindsey asked.
“It’s…going,” Vivi said. “It’s a bit surreal, I will say that. In fact,” she looked at Lindsey with a little desperation, “I could really use somebody to talk to about all this, so…you know, I might put this new best friend thing to good use.”
Lindsey took pity on her and pulled her in for a hug. “I love my brother-in-law,” she said against her ear. “You can trust me with whatever you need to.”
Vivi just nodded, feeling a little lonely at the moment, realizing she really didn’t have anyone to confide in. Realizing for the first time she couldn’t tell anybody about her amazing boyfriend, Lane Kettering, superstar running back for the Wilson Warriors.
“You ready to meet Mom and Dad?” Tray asked. “Might be good to get it out of the way now. Once the game starts, they’ll be focused on Lane and stop badgering you with questions.”
“Sure,” she said, brightly. Feeling everything but.
“They sit up in the parents’ section. Same seats every game. They’ve saved seats along the bench in front of them for the three of us. Let’s go.”
Vivi grabbed Tray’s arm as he started up the bleacher steps.
“You gotta give me a heads up,” she pleaded. “How are they feeling about this?”
Tray gave her a gentle smile and stepped back down to her level. “Just be you, Vivi. Just be the girl Lane fell for at the beach. There’s not a set of parents around who would object to you.”
Wow.
When Tray started up the steps, Vivi looked over at Lindsey and said, “I can see why you married him.”
Lindsey smiled. “He’s the best.”
Vivi followed the two of them up to the top third of the bleachers where a man who looked a lot like Tray stood right beside the aisle with a sweet, expectant smile on his face. Next to him was a tall…mom.
“Dad,” Tray said, “This is Vivi DuVal.”
Vivi put her hand out to shake hands. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Kettering,” she said. Her voice was shaky. Shy. Her emotions were nearly swamping her when Mr. Kettering put a second hand on top of hers and looked her in the eye.
“I’m so pleased to meet you, Vivi,” he said sincerely. “Let me introduce you to my wife, Bizzy.”
Hearing that name brought on a smile, remembering the first hour she and Lane had ever spent together. She shook hands with Bizzy Lane Kettering and tried not to gush, “I’m so happy to be meeting Lane’s parents.”
“Vivi, darlin’,” his mother started, her eyes lighting up now that they looked her up and down. “Why don’t you sit between me and Rex for a few minutes before the game starts? Let us become acquainted before we give you back to Tray and Lindsey. All right?”
Lane’s mom was so sweet and so gracious she put Vivi at ease right away. “I’d like that,” she said, and meant it.
They squeezed her in between them, and as they all got settled, Tray asked who would like a soda or a hot dog and then went off, leaving Lindsey to sit by herself in front of them. Mr. Kettering patted his daughter-in-law on the back. Lindsey smiled over her shoulder at him, but didn’t turn around to join their conversation.
The Ketterings asked her about where she lived in Henderson, how she liked Wake Forest, why she decided to graduate early, and how she liked teaching at Wilson so far. All very typical first-time-meeting questions. The conversation flowed. They were trying to put her at ease, and it was working. When the marching band took the f
ield to play the National Anthem, Lindsey looked behind her and patted the seat next to her, indicating that Vivi should move down. Mrs. Kettering leaned over and whispered that they’d talk more after the game. Vivi took that to mean she was welcome to sit next to Lindsey.
“You need to know something about the Ketterings,” Lindsey said, leaning close to Vivi after the anthem played.
“What’s that?”
“They are very superstitious when it comes to Lane’s games.”
“Okay.”
“Seriously superstitious.”
“As in…?”
“As in there was no way they were going to let you sit between them all night. As in, they sit in those same seats for every game, along with all the other parents of the players. As in, your relationship with Lane lives or dies by how well he plays tonight.”
Vivi laughed. Until she realized Lindsey was not laughing.
“Are you serious? If he doesn’t play well it’s my fault?”
“They haven’t lost a game in three years.”
Vivi blinked. “And this is my first game.”
“Exactly.”
Vivi’s stomach grew tight. “How good is this other team?”
“Worst in the league.”
“Oh, thank God,” she said relieved.
“You should be good.”
But the way Lindsey said it didn’t make her feel any better. Then she had a thought that made her feel even worse. She leaned in to Lindsey.
“Swear to God you will not repeat what I’m about to ask you.”
“I swear,” Lindsey said.
“What number is Lane?”
Lindsey burst out laughing. “What kind of a girlfriend are you?”
“I didn’t even know he played football until Wednesday. The same day I found out he was still in high school.”
“Oh my God,” Lindsey said, shaking her head. She looked over at Vivi and then leaned in close. “All I can say is the sex must have been pretty darn good.”
Vivi burst out laughing, nodding her head for Lindsey, remembering just how good the sex had been.
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