Chapter 35
Gia
Steam is practically pouring from my ears as I walk out of Principal Grant’s office. I was about two seconds away from punching her in her stupid, superior face.
Fuck.
I lean against the wall to collect myself.
Through the open door, Holt growls out a threat. “I hope for your sake that nothing happens to my daughter because of this boy. He’s escalating, and I swear to god, if she gets injured, I will throw my entire weight behind a lawsuit against this school and you personally.”
“Are you threatening me, Mr. Basil?”
“Nope. I’m making a promise. You’d best get your shit together and ensure you’re in the right here because I will rain hell down on this office if my daughter becomes a casualty because of your negligence.”
Holy. Shit. A shiver of awareness slides down my spine. Holt is always calm and composed. I’ve never seen his feathers get ruffled by anything. Apparently, when it comes to his girls, he doesn’t pull punches.
I should not be wondering if he’ll use that voice on me later…
Except I already am.
I quickly shake it off when he walks out of Principal Grant’s office.
He wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me tight to his chest as he works to get his breathing under control.
I hold him, running my hands up and down his back to help soothe the anger.
When he’s finally calm, he leads us to where Leah and Farrah are still sitting.
Our expressions must be communicating exactly what happened in there because Farrah grimaces. Holt steps over to the secretary. “Would you call Lauren’s teacher? I’d like to take both girls home for the day.”
The secretary nods and picks her phone up from the cradle.
“We’re going home?” Leah asks me.
I shrug. “Looks like it. Did you already eat lunch?”
“Yep. But I think some ice cream would be great.”
A startled laugh makes me snort. “Oh, it would, huh?”
Leah nods repeatedly.
“Let’s see what your dad has planned first, yeah?”
With a disappointed sigh, Leah says, “Fine.” I bite my lip to hide my laughter. Leave it to Leah to turn my shitty mood around with only a quick sentence.
Farrah pulls me to the side where we’re out of Leah’s earshot. “So that didn’t go well, I take it?”
I roll my eyes. “Not even in the slightest. Basically, she reprimanded Leah for standing up for herself, and Mason isn’t going to get in trouble at all. Mrs. Halbrand said that what Mason did was an accident.”
Farrah’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. “Seriously? What’s Gina’s deal? Even I’ve seen Mason be a bully, so it’s not like she doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
“I’d like to know why Gina’s word is stronger than the other teachers’.”
“Melanie never talked to us. She only brought in Gina.”
“What?”
“Yeah, that’s why I was waiting. I thought she’d want to ask me about what I’ve seen.”
“Jesus. What a mess.” I run my palms down my face. I am way out of my depth here. I don’t have time to think about it because Lauren comes through the office doors. She gasps in surprise, running straight to Holt for a hug.
“What are you guys doing here?”
“Thought we’d play hooky and spend the afternoon together,” Holt responds.
A grin stretches across Lauren’s face. “We should go get ice cream.”
Thick arms wrap around my waist as I place the final dish on the drying rack next to the sink. Since Holt cooks for us most nights, I figure the least I can do is clean up when we’re finished eating.
Holt presses a kiss to my neck, and I tilt my head to give him more room. “Thank you for coming with me today. I’m not sure I’d have kept my composure without you there.”
I turn in his arms to lean back against the counter, keeping a tight hold on his shirt. “I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but I just couldn’t listen to her try to justify her decision when it was bogus. I hope it was okay that I spoke up instead of letting you handle it.”
After we left the school, Holt and I took the girls to get ice cream.
We talked about what happened with Principal Grant during our meeting.
Lauren was as outraged as we were, but Leah took the news like a champ.
She acknowledged that she shouldn’t have pushed the kid down and was fine with getting in trouble for it.
I was really proud of how mature she was being.
Holt ended the discussion with the warning that defending herself is acceptable if she thinks she’s going to get hurt, and that he was proud of how she’s been honest with us about everything.
Holt grins down at me. “I gotta say, it was really fucking hot watching you get all protective.”
I widen my eyes. “Me? How about you, Mr. Lawsuit?”
He grimaces, huffing out a self-deprecating laugh. “I probably shouldn’t have done that.”
“You absolutely should have done it. She’s putting students in danger, and if Leah does get hurt because Melanie didn’t do her job, then she deserves to have the book thrown at her.”
Holt leans in to kiss me hard. My whimper gets swallowed by the swipe of his tongue. I’m addicted to the way this man makes me feel. Every touch and tease sends my body into overdrive. It doesn’t matter if he’s holding my hand or fucking me hard. He shows me how he feels with every action.
Little giggles interrupt our kisses. Holt sighs against my mouth, making me grin.
“Daddy, it sorta looked like you were eating G’s face,” Lauren says.
I can’t help it. I laugh. Hard. Holt follows suit, dropping his head to my shoulder as he chuckles.
When he finally gets a hold of himself, he turns to where the girls are sitting on the stairs. “Are you two monkeys ready for bed?”
They nod, prompting us to go through our regular bedtime routine. I’ve gotten so used to going through this ritual that the nights I’m not here have started to feel weird. We read another chapter in our book and tuck the girls into Leah’s bed.
“I love you, G,” Leah says sleepily.
“Me too.” Lauren nods, her gaze locked on mine.
My insides melt into a puddle. I never knew those words could mean so much until I heard them in their little voices. I swallow the lump in my throat. “I love you both. Very much.” Leaning forward, I press a kiss to each of their foreheads. “Goodnight, sweet girls.”
Once Holt and I get out to the hallway, I have to swipe under my eyes. “Fuck, they sure know how to yank at my heartstrings.”
Holt laughs, wrapping me in a warm hug. “They’re very good at that.”
“I really do love them, Holt. I’m so incredibly grateful you’re willing to let me be a part of your lives.”
He runs his thumbs under my eyes. “We’re the ones who are lucky you were willing to take on the three of us. Our lives are much better with you around.”
“Think you might want to keep eating my face?” I grin up at him.
I squeak out a startled noise when he throws me over his shoulder and carries me to his bedroom. He tosses me down on the bed and gives me a heated look. “How about I eat your pussy until you come on my face?”
“Fuck, Cowboy.”
He smirks, hovering over me with his hands on the waistband of my pants. “Is that a yes?”
“That’s a hell yes.”
Holt follows through, eating me out as if I’m his favorite meal of the day. I grip his hair, riding his face until I come just as hard as I always do. My toes curl into the comforter, my muscles quivering through every wave of ecstasy.
A cocky smirk is on his face when he lifts his head. His mouth glistens, and his hair is a mess from my fingers. He looks thoroughly debauched. And entirely too fucking hot to be real.
I curl my finger, beckoning him to come closer. Holt slowly makes his way up my body, pushing my T-shirt up along with him. He presses kisses to each exposed inch on my skin until he gets to my tits.
We work together to take the rest of our clothes off.
My shirt goes first, his next, until the only thing either of us has on is our grins.
God, the man is fun. How can he be destroying my body one second and making me want to laugh the next?
It’s one of the many things I’ve fallen in love with over these past few months.
Holt hovers over me, his weight resting on his elbows as his fingers push my hair back from my face. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I bite my lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“And you’re a charmer. I’m already naked in your bed. You don’t have to say that kind of stuff all the time anymore.”
“Hmm. But that’s where you’re wrong.” Holt runs his nose along my neck. “I do have to because otherwise, I might explode with wanting you.”
I lose all thought when he sucks the skin where my shoulder meets my neck.
His calloused hand slides down my side, sending goosebumps along my flesh.
He works my nipple between his fingers, turning it into a stiff peak, perfect for wrapping his mouth around and driving me crazy.
He switches back and forth between my breasts.
It’s a heady experience, not knowing if he’s going to be soft or rough with me.
I can never decide which one I prefer most.
He reaches over to grab a condom from his nightstand. I open my mouth to tell him not to worry about it but decide that should probably be a conversation when we’re not ramped up on hormones.
In seconds, Holt is suited up and thrusting into me. I cry out at the fullness of him inside me, lifting my legs to wrap around his hips. He has to press his palm across my mouth to keep me quiet. It only heightens my arousal.
Each thrust sends me higher until I’m balancing on the edge. I’m not ready for it to be over this quickly. I never am. And thank god Holt has stamina in spades.
It’s like he’s reading my mind when he suddenly pulls out. He grips my hips, flipping me over with ease. I bend my knees until my ass is on display for him. He sinks his teeth into the fleshy part of my ass cheek, startling me. It makes me laugh, and Holt’s gruff laugh rumbles through the room.
He starts to grab my hips, but I reach over to his nightstand instead. I grab out the lube and look at him over my shoulder. He raises an eyebrow, his question clear.
I nod, telling him I’m sure I want this.
He grabs the bottle from me, directing me back into position.
I press my forehead to the back of my hands, blocking out the light.
The darkness intensifies every single touch.
The snick of the cap sends shivers across my skin.
I’ve only done this a few times. I liked it for the most part, but I have a feeling Holt is going to make me crave it.
I jump when his slick fingers tease my back entrance.
“Take a breath, Rainbow.”
I do, relaxing with my exhale. That is, until he sinks his fingertip into my asshole. “Oh, fuck.”
Holt starts to slowly open me up. He uses one finger until I’m thrusting back against him, then he adds a second. My brain is going fuzzy with an overload of sensations. I know my need is dripping down my thighs. “More, Cowboy. I need more.”
“Does my girl need her pussy filled while I fuck her asshole?”
“Please,” I beg.
He doesn’t make me wait, notching the head of his cock at my entrance. He keeps fucking my ass with his fingers as he slowly pushes into me. I gasp. The fullness is almost too much to handle.
“Oh, holy fuck,” I groan.
“That’s it, Rainbow.” Holt starts to pulse in and out of my pussy. “Fuck, just look at how full you are of me.”
He turns me into a mumbling mess of sounds. I can’t think about anything other than how fantastic he feels inside me.
“Play with your clit. Make yourself come on my cock.” Holt grips my hip with his free hand as he begins to pound into me.
All it takes is a few swipes of my fingers, and I explode. My body shakes through every pulse of my orgasm. I’m dizzy with pleasure, and my vision goes dark.
Holt groans, the sound muffled by my pulse pounding in my ears.
I collapse onto the bed, unable to hold myself up any longer. It dislodges Holt from both of my holes, making me shiver and him curse.
I’m only slightly aware of my surroundings, still too overwhelmed by that orgasm to know what’s going on. It’s not until a soft cloth is swiped across my body that I realize Holt is helping me clean up.
The bed dips, indicating he’s lying down beside me. I don’t have the energy to even open my eyes to look at him.
“You okay, Rainbow?” Holt runs his fingers through my hair, his warm body pressed close.
“Fucking fantastic.”
Holt chuckles. “Good.” He presses kisses to my forehead and cheek.
“Next time, you’re fucking my ass even if it kills me.”
His bark of laughter makes me crack my eyes open. “Fair enough, sweetheart.”