Bad Kind of Love

by Remi Rose

  “Lock it.”

  I watch as her throat muscles retract, and she leisurely flicks the lock in place.

  Finally alone, I push out of my chair and circle around my desk till I stop just in front of it. Tugging at my shirt sleeves, I begin to roll them up. With my cold gaze focused on hers, I purposefully take my time with each arm.

  “Stop looking at me like that.” She groans irritated as she crosses her arms across her chest. “I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong.” Shaking her head, blonde waves tumble behind her back leaving her face open to admire.

  “What’s going on between you and my son?” I snarl through clenched teeth, as her eyes widen.

  “Nothing, we’re just friends.” Her arms cross over her chest, but the shakiness in her voice tells me a different story.

  Pushing off the desk, I stalk towards her with the intent of settling this once and for all. But instead of waiting patiently like a good girl, she begins moving down an aisle of desks away from me.

  “I don’t like the way he looks at you.” Changing course, I follow her down the aisle.

  Walking backwards, she keeps her chin lifted high but soon smacks the wall behind her. Trapped, she watches me closely as I close in on her.

  “How does he look at me?” She asks stupidly, but I go with it.

  “Like I look at you.”

  Crowding her against the wall, her scent wafts through the air calming any anger I once had. With each hand pressed against the wall beside her head, I lean down till I’m at eye level.

  “And how do you look at me, teach?” Her mouth twisted into a sly grin, but the little nickname she has for me sets me off.

  Pressing my hips roughly into her, I grind hard till her eyes roll back and her mouth falls open.

  “Like I want to give you the whole fucking world and corrupt you at the same time.”

  Staring down at her mouth, I force myself to pull back. Dragging a hand through my hair, I turn my back to her and try to focus on the real issue at hand. Becca O’Connor was the worst and best kind of distraction, but she also deserved better than me. Not some low life teacher that was twice her age.

  Why the fuck was I doing this?

  Why did she have to be the same girl that my son was in love with?

  “Then do it, asshole.” She cries out behind me. “And don’t do what I think you’re trying to do.”

  The sadness in her voice was enough to rip my heart into pieces. But the reality was, seeing her with Wes proved to me that I would never be enough for her. And I owed it to him, to let this ridiculous fucking fantasy go and let him be happy for a change.

  I was finally going to be the father he deserved. I was choosing my son’s happiness over my own.

  “We had a fun night.” The words burn my tongue. “Nothing more than that.” I can't force myself to look at her or the pain that I know is etched across her face.

  “Fun?” She laughs hysterically. “You fucked me so hard that I saw stars floating above me.”

  Spinning around, my jaw clenched from her words but she didn’t seem fazed one bit.

  “You tasted every part of my body till I forgot my own name.” Taking a step towards me, I growl in annoyance.

  “Stop.” I shout.

  “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave.” She didn’t stop till the front of her shoes grazed mine. “I’ll forget our night together, and eventually, that you even existed.”

  Heart pounding and fists clenched, I peer down into Becca with a forceful gaze. I couldn’t say those words no matter how hard I fucking tried.

  “He’s nicer anyway.”

  The fuck?

  Her words caught me off guard but I knew exactly who she was talking about.

  “Who?” I growl.

  Grinning, she spins around knowing I knew exactly who she was talking about.

  “Unlike you, he seems to know what he wants.”

  Rushing towards her, I grab onto her forearm and quickly spin her around till she’s facing me.

  “Don’t fuck with me, Becca.” I all but bark in her face.

  “Then don’t push me away.” She presses her dainty fingers on my stomach, walking us back to my desk. “Don’t fight this, because you’ll lose.”

  Her fingers dip into my pants, loosening the belt until it opens.

  “I don’t deserve you.” I snatch her arm, stopping her from moving any further. “Wes, Wes is in love with you.”

  Her head recoils back with a scoff. “What? No he’s not.” She shakes her head.

  “And you love him.” I growl and immediately feel the sharp slap of her hand across my face.

  “I do not!” She shouts but I quickly snag her arm and set her ass on my desk. The sting of my cheek sends my blood boiling but seeing Becca pissed off sends a shock to my dick.

  “You might not be able to admit it to yourself, but I can see it in your eyes.”

  Rolling her eyes, she grips the edges of my desk and stares at me straight on. “Says the man who doesn’t believe in love.”

  I didn’t, but now everything has changed.

  With my pants still unbuckled, I push my way in between her legs, parting her thighs till each one is pressed up against my hip.

  “You satisfied an itch I had, and now you can have the happily ever after with my son.” The lies that spewed out of my mouth pained me even more than I could have imagined. Her beautiful face contorted but she made no effort to move.

  “You’re a shit liar, Jack.” She glares with glistening eyes. “You want me, this… just admit it.”

  Peering down into her lap, I remain silent but the hands at my sides tighten into a painful grip.

  “Admit it, Jack.” She tries reaching for my face but I recoil.

  The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, but that seemed to be the only fucking thing I was good at.

  “Fine.” She tries pushing me away. “If you don’t want me, I know someone who does.”

  She pushes past me, but instinct kicks in and I quickly catch her before she can unlock the door. Pressing her body against the door, I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

  “Get off me.” She tries shoving me off, but I hold on tighter.

  “You think by fucking my son you’ll get me out of your system?” I snarl in her ear, digging my fingers deeper into the flesh of her neck.

  “It’s worth a shot.” She backs into me hard causing my arms to drop. “We’ve already kissed, I can only imagine what else he can do with his tongue.”

  With her body now facing me, I rush her quickly, wrapping my hand around her small neck. My hands twitching in anger, I press down hard, but not enough to hurt her.

  “Quit fucking talking.” I grind out staring into the pure hatred that seeped from her eyes.

  “You asked for this!” She shouts only causing my grip to tighten. “You want me gone? Fine. But don’t expect me to reject Wes.”

  Her face began losing color so I immediately loosened my hold on her neck.

  Why did she have to be so god damn stubborn?

  “Let me go, or else I’ll scream.”

  Her breathing became heavy, raspy even as her breasts grazed my chest. For a second there, her eyes seemed to fill with lust as if she enjoyed the feeling of my hand wrapped around her neck.

  “I can’t.” I confess, damning myself as I drop my eyes to her lips.

  “Drop your hand, or else.”

  Her defiance turned me on, sparking something inside me to show her just how mine she was.

  Fuck what was right, and fuck what I should be doing. Becca belonged with me.

  With my hand still tightly wound around her neck, my lips slammed against hers. Her previous words about Wes vanished as she fought hard against my mouth. Her sweet moans filled my ears as I dropped my hand from her neck and circled them under her thighs.

  “Someone might see.” Becca said between kisses, but right now, getting caught was the last thing on my mind.


  Carrying her over to my desk, I set her ass down on the edge and shove everything off till it went crashing onto the ground.

  “Lie back.” I whisper against her mouth as my fingers hook around the top of her pants.

  “Just because I’m letting you go down on me doesn’t mean I’m not pissed at you.” She pants as I slowly drag her jeans down her lean legs.

  “Good.” I growl as I drop down onto my knees, staring at her perfect pussy. She slowly lies back till her head rests on the middle of my desk and her legs are draped over my broad shoulders.

  “So fucking perfect.” I groan, tracing a digit over her folds and sinking it deep inside her. Her body reacts instantly, arching off the desk. Her legs widen as a loud moan escapes from her lips.

  “Quiet, baby.” I lazily pull my finger out, dragging the wetness out and swirling it gently over her clit. “We don’t want anyone catching you being licked by your teacher.”

  “Then stop teasing me and give me your tongue.” She demands thrusting her hips in hopes I’ll give in.

  “Demanding will get you nowhere.” I add another finger this time, pushing past her tight walls. “Beg for my tongue.”

  Frustrated, I hear her palms smack against the wood of the desk. “Jack!” She cries out. “Please lick me till I come all over your face.”

  Grinning, I dive in.

  My tongue glides wildly over her flesh, tasting and savoring her musky scent, which drives me mad.

  I’ve never tasted anything so sweet in my fucking life.

  “Fuck.” She cries, but her arm covers her mouth to muffle her moans.

  My hands find her thighs and I use them to steady myself as I lap at her pussy. After swirling her juices around her swollen clit, I suction my mouth over it, nibbling my teeth over her sensitive flesh.

  “I could fuck you right now.” I whisper against her center. “Pull out my cock and bend you over my desk.”

  My raging hard on was on the brink of breaking through my pants as I pressed my tongue inside her hole.

  “No sex.” She pants.

  “Then you better hurry and come on my tongue before I change my mind and fuck you.” I add a finger as I vibrate my tongue over her clit.

  Her legs begin to shake violently and her hips begin to rotate as she fucks my face. Her muffled cries turn wild and I press my tongue down more forcefully.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She groans with her back arched, then she snaps.

  “Jack!” My name sounds heavenly as it falls past her lips. Her legs tense up as she powers through an orgasm and I continue to work my mouth over her.

  Once her legs fall sluggishly over my shoulders, I give her one last lick before pulling my head out from between her legs.

  She rises off the desk in a seated position, tugging on her lower lip as she avoids my stare.

  “I need my pants.” She points to her jeans that are thrown in a pile on the ground beside me. Instead of grabbing them for her, I stand to my feet and lick the remnants of her wetness from around my mouth.

  “Meet me Friday night.” My words seem to surprise her, but the twinkle behind them tells me she’s joyful. “I want to take you somewhere.”

  “Like on a date?” She raises a brow, staring at me like I have two heads.

  Grabbing her discarded pants and underwear, I slowly hook my hand around her ankle and slip her thong up her leg.

  “If that's what you want to call it, sure.”

  Once her panties are on, I take a second to admire her body. Curvy in all the right places, and glistening skin that was covered in a layer of sweat. It took all my restraint to not tear her panties off her again and kneel before her, but instead I helped her with her pants.

  Her hand clutches mine, pulling my attention back to her.

  “I’ll go if you quit denying what we have.” With her fingers rubbing circles on the top of my hand, her other one cradles my face. “I want this...you. Just you.”

  Soft words weren’t my specialty but luckily I could say everything I needed to in a kiss. Rising up, I plant my mouth over hers, gently caressing her mouth as I take my time exploring. Her arms immediately snake around my neck, dragging me closer to her body as our kiss increases into something heavier.

  “Promise me, whatever happens, you won’t leave.” She slightly pulls away, resting our foreheads together.

  Promises meant nothing to me. A promise was always broken. It was just a lie that gave a person false hope. Instead, I wanted to give her something more meaningful.

  “I can’t promise that.” I whisper across her lips, knowing she’s probably already thinking the worst. “But what you can do is trust me. When I say you’re mine, I mean it.”

  A smile forms across her young face, spurring my heart into a rapid rhythm.

  “And you are mine.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Becca

  “We still on for this weekend?” Wes slides up beside me, leaning against the lockers with a dreamy smile across his face. His sandy hair is styled differently today. Instead of hanging over his forehead, it's slicked to one side making him look more professional than normal.

  “This weekend?” I ask distracted, but then remember about our movie plan.

  Shit.

  Frowning, he notices something’s off right away and scoots in closer.

  “You forgot?” His brows lower, hurt is evident in his tone.

  Closing my locker, I shake my head.

  “Of course not, I just… remembered my Aunt Claire and I were going to go visit my dad this weekend. I guess there's some paperwork we need to go through before they release him.” The lie spewed out of mouth, burning on its way out.

  I hated lying to him, but that was the only good excuse I could come up with.

  “Oh okay. We can just go another time.” He nods and I feel a sense of relief.

  “Yeah, definitely.” I smile, tugging on the strap of my bag. We stood there in silence, both watching each other intensely.

  Did he know I was lying?

  The idea made my stomach churn as I stared deeper into his aqua eyes. “Alright, well, I gotta get to class.” I tear my gaze away from him and focus on the crowded hallway.

  “Yeah, uh, I’ll see you later.” He nods before brushing past me. His arm grazes mine and I find myself turning around to follow his movement.

  The way he carried himself down the hall appeared off, his shoulders were slumped and his once carefree demeanor vanished.

  And it was my fault.

  My guilty conscience made it nearly impossible to have a normal conversation with Wes. Every time I saw him, I was reminded of what I did.

  And what I’m still doing.

  As if he could sense my stare, his head swiveled to the side and our eyes clashed together. Before, I would feel butterflies ignite in my stomach from his stare, but now, it just felt wrong. Giving him a partial smile, he half ass returns it and disappears down the hall.

  ******

  Chemistry class was dragging today. If it wasn’t for the window beside me, I think I might have died from boredom. With the lights dimmed down low and half the students sleeping with their head in their arms, I rise up from my chair and grab a bathroom pass.

  Exiting the room, I march down the empty hallway until the girl’s bathroom comes into view and I walk inside. Coming to an abrupt stop, the sound of crying hits my ears.

  More like sobbing I should say.

  You could tell they were trying to muffle the sound, but their intense weeping was too noisy to hide.

  Slowly stepping further inside, I notice a girl sitting on the floor crouched over with her head down.

  “Are you okay?” I hesitate taking any further steps inside but the minute her head lifts, my eyes widen.

  “Josie?” I whisper. “What’s wrong?”

  Her eyes were bloodshot like she's been crying for hours. Mascara streamed down her face, staining her cheeks with the black liquid.

  “N
othing.” She swipes at her eyes with the back of her palm before rising quickly to her feet.

  “Doesn’t look like nothing.” I press, focusing on her unruly appearance. Her hair was wild, like she’s been constantly running her fingers through the strands till it became a mess of tangles.

  Whatever happened was serious. I’ve never seen her look so distressed and in such agony before.

  Walking over to the sink, she grips each side of it. “Look.” She snaps. “I don’t need your sympathy, or anyone else’s for that matter.”

  My brows instantly furrow as I stare at the back of her.

  “I’m not giving you sympathy.” I argue. “There was a time when we’d tell each other everything, just be there for eachother.”

  Her body seems to tense up, but I watch as her fingers dig into the side of the sink.

  “Well, shit happens.” She snarls. “People change.”

  Rolling my eyes, I glare holes into her.

  “You changed Josie, not me.”

  Whipping her head around swiftly, her red eyes catch mine.

  “Don’t pretend like you haven’t changed. I’ve seen you with Wes.” She argues back.

  And all this time I thought she forgot I even existed.

  “I haven’t!” I shout. “I’ve just had to adapt after my best friend disappeared because of a boy.”

  We’re both huffing in rage, when suddenly her eyes begin to fill with tears again.

  “Well you should be happy to know that boy dumped me.” She cries out dropping her arms at her sides.

  Nate broke up with her?

  Her silent cries turn ragged as her body collapses onto the ground. Palms smack the tile and I follow beside her, grabbing her arms and hugging her until I felt her cries echo in my ear.

  I let her weep in my embrace for what feels like forever. Her sobs turn into sniffles, and her heartbeat returns to a normal pace.

  “He’s an asshole anyway.” I try to soothe as she begins to pull away.

  “I should’ve listened to you.” She peered at me under her lashes. “I should never have trusted him.”

  Her gaze drops into her lap as she fiddles with the rip in her jeans.

  “We all make mistakes.” I shrug as my thoughts wander to Wes. As much as I wanted to confide in her, I knew I couldn’t.