Chapter Six
Paula
My mind is stuck on Darrell and the weekend we shared, and I catch myself smiling at odd times of the day. Some of the kids call me out on it, but it does nothing to take away from the excitement of spending the weekend with Darrell.
“So, did you finally get to ride that stallion?”
I jump at the voice in my ear, my head whipping around to find my co-teacher, Eleanor, standing behind me. She has a knowing smile on her face, and I flush, looking around to make sure none of the kids running around heard her. The precious little darlings always look distracted, but they have the hearing of bats.
“What’s a stallion, Miss Tate?”
“A horse,” I say, panicked, clearing my voice when it cracks. “It’s a horse.”
The eight-year-old seems satisfied by my answer, and he runs along.
“I bet your man is hung like a horse, alright!”
“Oh, Jesus,” I groan, glaring at Eleanor who laughs at my stricken look. Eleanor has been a close friend ever since I started working at Valor Springs Elementary, where we co-teach second grade. She is crude and nosy, but she’s loyal and protective to a fault.
The school where we work is small and doesn’t have a lot of kids, but I love every inch of the place and the people in it. I feel at home here. Eleanor has known about my crush on Darrell, and I can’t believe she would bring it up now.
“Come with me,” I say, pushing out of my chair and walking to the furthest corner of the room, out of the kids’ earshot but somewhere I can still keep an eye on them.
“You worry too much,” Eleanor laughs, leaning against the flower-painted wall and flashing me a knowing smile.
“They are kids; they pick up things they are not supposed to hear faster than the things we teach them.”
“Sure. So about you and your best friend ...”
“Why do you say ‘best friend’ like that?”
She laughs again. “Because I think it’s impossible for a man and a woman to be best friends unless one of them swings the other way, and I have seen the way that man looks at you.” She wiggles her brows at me. “So, did he finally swing his bat your way?”
“Jesus, Eleanor!” I cry out, running a hand over my flushed face before leaning in to whisper. “Can’t you just ask if I had you-know-what with him like a normal person?” I ask, not even willing to risk spelling it out.
“So, did you?”
I chuckle. Sex doesn’t begin to cover what happened between Darrell and me this weekend. The word is too simple, too small to encompass what we shared. “All I can say is I had a hard time walking this morning.”
“Why? Are you sick, Miss Tate?”
I jump at the little person I hadn’t seen walk up to us. Shit! This is why we shouldn’t be having this conversation here. I crouch down so I am on eye level with the worried child, and I hate myself a little for worrying the young girl. “I’m not sick, Penny. I just didn’t sleep well and I’m really tired.”
“Oh!” she says. “My mommy says I have to go to bed early if I’m tired during the day. You should go to bed early tonight.”
“That’s a great idea, thank you.”
She nods and then off she goes. Elanor goes to crack a joke—and I can see it in her eyes that it’s a lewd one—but I toss her a warning glare, which makes her laugh instead. “Well, I better get everyone moving for library time,” she says, and I breathe out a sigh of relief, but it proves to be premature. “Oh, and about the thing that kept you from sleeping all weekend, you better be careful, or you could end up losing a lot more sleep in nine months or so.” And with that, she’s gone.
Her words stay with me, and I find my hand going to my stomach the rest of the day. She’s right. Darrell and I didn’t use any protection all weekend, and I am not on the pill. The thought of getting pregnant with the man’s child fills me with so much joy that I find myself smiling whenever I think about him, but this time, for an entirely different reason.
It’s a smile that stays on me even when he picks me up from work. Darrell dropped me off this morning, and my heart jumps when I see his truck pull up in the lot. A pulsing feeling between my legs grows when the man steps out of his truck in a white tee and blue jeans. Christ, he looks so good, I want to climb him like a tree and lick the tattoos on his massive biceps.
“You look happy to see me,” he teases, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against him.
“I am,” I answer, slapping his chest playfully. “We can’t do this here!”
“Why? All the kids are gone for the day, right?”
It’s the teachers I am worried about. No one other than Eleanor knows about us, and despite her potty mouth, she would never tell my business to anyone. The other teachers however…
“There are still people around.” The news would undoubtedly reach my father before we even left the lot, and I am not exactly thrilled about my dad finding out and giving me another lecture about how bad my friendship with Darrell is for me.
“I don’t care about people seeing us, Paula,” he says, those beautiful eyes tearing at my resolve. “People need to know that you are taken, angel. I don’t want anyone to come around hitting on you.”
“As if,” I say with an eye roll. Guys around here are already terrified of the massive, tattooed guy that always hangs around me. “Let’s get out here.”
“Great idea,” he rasps, before leaning to whisper in my ear. “I’m so fucking hard, baby. I’ve been hard from the second I spotted you standing here. We’ll have to take care of my not-so-little problem somewhere a little more private.”
I’m breathing hard—panting more like—when he finally eases back. My hand flies to his chest, and I fight the urge to trace it down his massive pecs, slowly pushing him back instead. My nerves flutter in my tummy as my panties grow wet with arousal, and all this just from being close to the man. “Okay, let’s go,” I breathe, walking away on shaky legs before he can respond.
I can feel eyes on us as I climb into his truck, but I don’t care to look around. My attention is shot, and I choose to use what little I have left of it on Darrell. He climbs into the driver’s seat, and a shudder rocks through me when he cups my thigh with his big hand, sliding it higher as he pulls out of the parking lot.
“You are shaking,” he rasps, but doesn’t take his hand off me. I writhe helplessly on my seat and I bite back a whimper when I feel his fingers graze the lining of my underwear. My thighs instinctively part for his hand before I know what I am doing. “Jesus Christ, baby, how are you already this wet!”
“You should stop and focus on driving,” I pant, but my hips are already rocking against his teasing hand.
“Oh, I’m focused alright,” he says thickly, pulling his hand from between my thighs, and I bite back a whimper. “Take off your panties for me.”
My breath catches. “Darrell…”
“Do it now, angel.”
Oh God!
This is madness, and yet, I do as he orders, sliding out of my panties, and then his hand is back between my thighs. I whimper when I feel the tip of his finger rub my clit in slow circles, moving his thumb from side to side and driving me to near madness.
“Oh, yes,” I moan, rolling my hips over his finger and riding the delicious feeling the friction creates. His finger strokes my clit harder and faster until I forget my protests from earlier. I bring my knees up, propping the heels of my feet on the seat as I surrender to the man’s hand.
“You look so fucking hot, riding my finger like that,” his voice is so close, and a shudder racks my body when his tongue traces the shell of my ear. “Remind me to do this every time I pick you up.”
“Yes,” I nod vigorously, a cry tearing out of my throat when he slides his middle digit into my aching hole. Pleasure shoots up my spine when he starts thrusting in and out of my sodden sex. “Oh God! Yes… Oh!”
“Fuck, you are beautiful, angel,” he growls, tearing his hand away, and I whine at the loss. I watch him lower the zipper of his jeans, and it takes me a second to realize we’ve pulled over to the side of the road. Perhaps it is not the best place to do this, but I can’t help myself. Not around this man, I can’t. Darrell strips me of the ability to think clearly. “I need this dick inside of that pussy now. Climb over to me.”
He doesn’t need to ask twice, I am already unstrapping my seatbelt and clawing over to the man before he’s done talking. It takes a little bit of uncomfortable maneuvering, but we’re two horny people who make it happen. Darrell grips his girth and guides it to my entrance, and I whimper as I lower myself to his cock, my sex pulsing needily. “Oh God!” I had the man buried deep inside of me only this morning, but with the way I feel, it could have been ages ago.
It takes me a moment to adjust to his massive girth. My heart lurches hard when I see the look on his face. It’s full of love and affection, and I question how I never noticed this before. Perhaps I didn’t want to see, or I did, and I was scared to believe.
We’re here now. This man, with the body of a Greek god, is mine now!
With my eyes locked on his, I slide my hands under the hem of his white tee, dragging my fingernails over his muscles and reveling in the way they shift under my caress. I finger the spot on his side, lightly touching the tattoo he got for me before trailing my hands up to his firm pecs. His body is a dream, and I’ve spent a lot of time watching and wanting him, and now, I get to touch him.
I get to have him. Mine!
Darrell’s voice sounds pained when he speaks. “You have no fucking clue how little I’ve gotten done today, angel,” he says through clenched teeth, and I moan as I grind my hips over his shaft. I haven’t done this before with him, and in such tight confines, but it feels right. The friction damn near feels perfect. His massive hands hold my hips steady as I rock forward, pressing down hard on his massive cock. “I almost botched a simple design because I couldn’t focus for jack shit.”
“Me neither,” I sob, riding every massive inch of his steel hard cock, moisture gathering between us, and the squelching sound of our bodies connecting fills the car.
“You are everything, Paula,” he grunts, rocking his hips up and thrusting into my sex in fast strokes. “You mean the world to me, baby. I wouldn’t trade you or this moment for anything in the world.”
“I love you,” I cry, vowing to fight whatever tries to get in the way of this. I don’t care whether my family supports me or not, Darrell is mine, and I am his!
“Mine!” he says raggedly, his words echoing my thoughts as my hips meet his hard thrusts, the friction between us sending a bolt of lightning coursing through my body. Darrell falls forward and buries his face in my neck, his hot breath fanning my skin, which sends goosebumps licking up my body. “You belong to me, Paula. Mine!”
“Yours,” I sob, my moves growing desperate as I chase the delicious feeling building up at the base of my tummy. It’s so close, the fire only this man can set off in me. It’s so close! Darrell rocks harder into me, and my thighs begin to tremble, my sex pulsing wildly as I feel myself teeter closer to the edge. “Oh God!” I rock my hips harder, riding his cock, as the man rakes his teeth on the sensitive spot beneath my ear. He bites into the spot, and my stomach muscles seize. A scream tears out of my throat as waves of pleasure fiercely rock through me. My sex cinches hard around his cock, and he climaxes with a bellow, his shaft swelling inside of me and muscles tensing a second before he floods me with his warm seed. I sob as tremor after tremor racks my body, taking me by storm.
It’s perfect, the moment. I ride his cock until we’re both winded and go slack against him.
“You have ruined me, Paula,” he rasps, wrapping his arms tightly around me. “I belong to you just as much as you belong to me.”
“Hmm.” I nuzzle his neck like I’m touch-starved, reveling in the feeling of his arms around me, and I’m only beginning to enjoy the moment when I am rudely interrupted by the ringing of my phone. “Ugh, I don’t want to take that,” I whine.
“It could be important,” Darrell says, reaching over to where I dropped my bag earlier and digging around for my phone. “It’s your father.”
My head whips back to see the phone he’s holding, my father’s name flashing on the screen. I wince, sure he’s calling me to scold me about being with Darrell. I have no doubt news moves fast in Valor Springs, but this was unusually fast.
“I’ll take it,” I say, straightening up, and after a little maneuvering, I move back to my seat. I brush my hair from my face and straighten my clothes before swiping a finger on the screen to take the call. “Hello?”
“Get your ass over to your uncle’s!”
The call drops, and I turn to Darrell, worrying my lower lip with my teeth. Surely he can’t be this mad about Darrell and me being together? He doesn’t even know Darrell very well. I never thought my father to be narrow-minded or hold prejudice against someone just because he has a lot of tattoos or that he’s a few years older than me.
Darrell is the best man I have ever met. He treats me with care, he protects me… The man loves me.
No, I don’t care what my father thinks. There is nothing he can say or do to make me give up Darrell.