21. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Joker
Ginny’s car is still in the parking lot of the school, so I pull in and wait. I see other teachers leave and lights in the building go out. No Ginny. After twenty minutes of waiting, I get out of the truck and head to the doors. One of them is still propped open and I slip inside, walking quickly to the classroom I know she’ll be in.
But I’m not five feet inside the door when I hear the very distinct sound of a man yelling. Hurling profanities to someone. My blood runs cold, but my focus sharpens like I’m on the job. I zero in on the open door and silently enter as Fucky McFuckerson charges Ginny, threatening to kill her.
Fuck. That.
Before he’s even gone two feet, I grab him by the back of his neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to stop him from doing anything without pain, and pull him back. His verbal attack ends, his eyes flinging from side to side, trying to find out who’s holding him.
“I suggest you watch yourself. You ever fucking lay a hand on her again, and it will be the last fucking thing you do, understand, motherfucker?” I say through my clenched teeth. “You’re fucking lucky I don’t end you right here, right now.”
“Get your hands off of me. This is my fucking school.”
“I’ll get my hands off of you when we come to an understanding. Now you just shut your fucking mouth for a goddamn second and be a good fucking boy.”
I look at Ginny, who seems unscathed. She’s breathing hard and her eyes are a little dilated, but she’s not been physically touched.
“What did this fucker say to you, Beautiful?”
She stares at me, her lips parted, but doesn’t say anything.
“Ginny. Are you alright?” I ask.
She nods. “Ye—Yes, I’m alright.”
“Did he touch you?”
“N—No. He didn’t.”
Thank fuck.
“The only reason you’re going to be able to walk out of this room on your own two feet is because you didn’t get the chance to touch her.”
“Fuck you.” He tries to sound tough, but the repugnant odor of piss invades my nose, and I know the man is terrified.
“That’s right, motherfucker. When faced with someone who isn’t afraid to fight back, you piss your pants. Big man, huh?”
“Let him go,” Ginny demands, her voice stronger than it was. “He’s not worth it.”
“Got that fucking right.” I grin at her. “You hear that? You’re not fucking worth it.”
I pinch his neck, which causes him to squeal, and walk backward to the door.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell Ginny before pulling the fucker into the hallway. “You are going to listen to me very carefully. I won’t think twice before killing you. And know I’ll make it painful. We all know what you did to Ginny when you were with her. How you treated her. And if you continue to harass her or threaten her in any way, you’ll never sleep again wondering when I’m coming for you.”
“Let me go, asshole.”
“I’ll let you go when I’m fucking ready to let you go. Now, you and me? We’re going to the office. I’m going to take a copy of the security footage from Ms. Mills’s classroom and if you try anything, I’ll make sure it gets in the hands of every person I know from here to Baltimore. And I know a lot of people.”
“You threatening me?”
“Oh, it’s not a fucking threat. It’s a promise. You fuck with her life anymore, and there will be retribution. My retribution.”
I let go and push him down the hallway to the office. He tries to run, but seriously? I could read the attempt five seconds before he even thought it. Fucking idiot. I reach out and slam him against the wall, taking the keyring off his belt, avoiding the wetness running down his front and leg.
“Seriously, did you just piss yourself again? Might want to see a doc for that problem.”
“Fuck you,” he mumbles, his face still smashed into the wall.
“No thanks. I think I’d rather fuck that beautiful woman in there that you’ll never get a taste of again.”
“You think this is over, but it’s not.”
“Oh, but it is. I’ll ruin your fucking life before anyone even has the chance to get my full name right.”
I get the office door unlocked and march us right to the security room. I force him down into a chair and the look I give him makes him freeze. Huh. Maybe I haven’t lost my touch yet.
I go to the computer system that houses the security system and cameras and it takes under two minutes to queue up the footage I need, including the face slam into the wall. I send it to myself and turn to the fuck nugget.
“You’re going to leave this building now. And you aren’t going to return until Ginny is gone. And if you give her any shit tomorrow or the next day, remember, I’ll make your life a living nightmare.”
“I’ll go to the cops.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Fuck you, yes, I will.”
“Go for it. Want me to call Sam Carmichael now? I’ll tell him all about what I heard you saying to Ms. Mills. How you threatened her life.”
“It’ll be your word against mine, and I’m a much more influential man in this community than you are.”
“Are you sure about that?” I ask, raising a brow at him.
He gulps and doesn’t answer.
“That’s what I thought. Now, leave.”
“I can’t. I can’t leave until everyone’s gone!” he whines, and I smirk.
“You can. You will. I’ll make sure the door locks behind you and you can come back and do what you have to do after we’re gone.”
I pull him up and push him out of the office and to the front door. I go to the one that’s still propped open and kick the stopper out of the way before using his body to keep the door open.
“Tsk. Tsk. A door stopper? Didn’t stop me.”
I shove him through and let go once he’s on the other side. “Do not return until her car’s gone. If you do, I’ll take that as permission to fucking end your life.”
“You wouldn’t.”
I chuckle while glaring at him, and he swallows again. I’m sure his mouth is dry. “Don’t piss your pants again. Leave.”
He trips over himself, walking backward until he’s what he would consider a safe distance away. Little does he know there is no safe distance for him now. I stand there until he’s in his car, parked in the far corner under darkness. That would explain how I missed it. He just avoids flooding his engine while starting the fuckboy sedan, and peels out of the parking spot, almost losing control and plowing into the tree. I grin to myself, knowing he’s probably moved on to shitting himself before I walk back to the music room and Ginny.
She’s sitting in the chair next to her cello, her eyes locked on the door, only moving when I walk in.
“What did you do to him?” she quietly asks.
“Nothing.”
“Harrison.” So much is said in that one name. Wariness, fear, hope.
“I swear. We just had a little chat, and I made sure I have copies from the cameras of what happened in here if he tries to give you shit.”
“He peed his pants.”
“Twice.” I hold up two fingers.
Her lips twitch, but she fights the smile. I move closer to her, reaching my hand out slowly to lift her chin and caress her cheek with my thumb.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m okay.”
“Are you telling me the truth?”
“Mostly.” Then she lets the grin pop through. “I missed you this weekend.”
“I missed you, too, Beautiful.”
“Will you kiss me now?”
“With pleasure.”
I gently tug her up from her chair and run my fingers through her hair. I love when the wild curls tangle themselves around me, holding me to her. Our lips meet in a kiss that not only says hello, but never leave again. She immediately opens her mouth and our tongues touch, tasting each other.
I pull back before we can go too far. “Play something for me?”
“What?”
I sit in her chair, pulling her down onto my lap. “You sit here and play for me while I play you.”
“Joker,” she whispers. “The cameras.”
“Left the office unlocked and there’s no one else here. I’ll take care of them after. Play for me. Please?”
She hesitates for a minute before she settles on my lap, her back against my chest, and pulls her cello off its stand, placing it between her legs.
“Never thought I’d be jealous of a piece of wood, but here we are.”
“Hush.” She laughs, her ass rubbing on my dick. “Hang on. Don’t move.”
She stands up before I can protest and grabs a block, placing it on the floor and putting the stick-thing coming out of the bottom of the instrument on it. She sits back down, but not before raising her skirt, flashing her panties. Those aren’t going to last.
I give her time to adjust to the new height with her instrument, and she starts to play. My hands are rubbing her outer thighs, creeping up her skirt until I touch flesh. One of her notes goes wonky.
“Careful. Wouldn’t want to mess the song up, now would we?”
“Don’t know if I cannot mess it up.”
“Try,” I quietly command her.
She starts to play again, and I slowly massage her legs. Outer thighs, tops, and finally, her inner thighs. I’m sure we look absolutely ridiculous, but I don’t care. She’s playing her music for me, and only me. I inch my fingers up her inner thighs until my thumbs are pressing against that damn fabric barrier.
“Are you particularly in love with these?” I ask, pulling the material away from her heat.
“Not really.”
“Good.”
I find the seam and rip. Another slip of the bow in her hand on the strings. As payback, she rubs her ass against my cock, doing its own job of trying to rip my pants to be free. All in due time.
Once she finds the melody again, I kiss her neck. “Ready, Beautiful?”
She softly moans but doesn’t say anything, her eyes closed and her right arm moving back and forth over the strings. Her left arm is lifted with her fingers on the neck of the cello.
Her pussy is wet, and I run my finger through her folds, gliding circles around her clit. She grinds against my hand, her fingers still making perfect frets, her bow still creating the sounds filling the room. I slide two fingers inside of her, thrusting them in and out, my thumb joining the effort and continuing the circles over her clit.
“ Harrison, ” she moans before the music stops and all we hear are the sounds of her wetness and my fingers.
“That’s it, Beautiful. Come for me. All over my fingers.”
She drops her head back onto me, my cock doing its damnedest to get friction on her ass, and my mouth is on the sensitive area of her neck, right under her jaw. When I feel her pussy tightening on my fingers, I increase my speed, making sure I rub that spot with each thrust.
“Now,” I tell her. “Come for me and I’ll fuck you.”
The words work. Ginny explodes on my hand, her release definitely leaving a wet spot on me. And I don’t give a single fuck about it. My pants are going to get even messier before we’re done.
Once Ginny comes down, still holding her cello between her thighs, I hold her up far enough that I can release myself.
“How are we supposed to do that?” she asks.
“Easy, baby. Just like this.” I sit her up, and tell her, “Play.”
With the first notes of a new melody flowing through the air, I pull her slowly on me until she’s seated on my dick. She leans even farther forward, never stopping the music, until her ass is in my hands and I can rock her over me.
“That’s it, Beautiful. You play, I’ll do the work. Enjoy the ride.”
This isn’t going to take long. Not with the way she’s hitting all my nerves. But she’s coming again. That’s not up for debate.
With one hand still on her hip helping to grind her on my cock, I spread my other hand flat across her belly. With my pinky, I find her clit and get to work.
“Keep doing that.” She moans and grinds down on me, her bow still moving across the strings, but her fingers have fallen off the strings and her hand rests on the body of the cello.
“Keep playing, Beautiful. I’ll get you there.”
“Want to feel you.”
“You will,” I promise.
A few more rotations of her hips and I feel the tingle in my balls. Flicking her with more pressure is all it takes for her to cry out my name as we both crash over the edge together. I hold her in this position, letting her ride out her orgasm, her pussy still clenching and releasing.
“Wow,” she breathes. “New kink unlocked?”
I laugh, and she joins in. “I quite enjoyed it.”
“I did, too.” She smiles over her shoulder.
“Can you play me something else?”
“Like this?”
“Just like this. We’ll clean up after.”
I think she’s going to tell me no, but instead she starts playing a lighter tune than others I’ve heard her play before. It’s not a very long melody, and there’s some levity in it. She plays it with a smile on her face, but like other times, her eyes are closed. When she’s finished, she moves the cello off the block and into its stand, hanging the bow next to it.
“What was that? I don’t think I’ve heard you play that one before.”
“It’s ‘Minuet Number Three’, by Bach. It was the first song I ever played solo on. We obviously don’t have a piano accompaniment tonight, but I still play it every once in a while. Reminds me of something good.”
“Do you always close your eyes when you play?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “Only the ones I know by heart. I can see the notes with my eyes closed. That probably makes me sound crazy, doesn’t it?”
“Not at all. I understand that better than you think. It was a trick I used to focus while on a mission. Study the layout, visualize it in your head.”
“You do understand.”
I smile at her and help her stand. I walk her to the bathroom where we separate and both clean up before walking back to her room.
“What do you need in here?”
“Just my bag.”
“Your cello doesn’t go home?”
“Not this one. It stays here, so I have it available.”
“What about the one you play at Zach’s? It’s different looking than this one.”
“That’s an electric cello. You plug it into an amp like a guitar.”
“Which you can also play.”
“A little. Not as good as the cello or piano, though.”
“So much talent. These kids are lucky to have you.”
“Thank you. We should get out of here. Keith might come back, and I’d rather not be here.”
I smirk at her. “He’s not coming back until we’re gone. Need to stop in the office on the way out.”
“He really peed himself, didn’t he?”
“Uh-huh. Twice. But he also almost hurt you. If you’re ever alone with him, you call me. Text me. Anything.”
“I will.”
“I’m serious. If you’re in school, I’m not leaving town. Daniel will just have to get over it.”
“You can’t lose your job for me.”
“I’d lose everything to make sure you’re safe. And Daniel will get it. If anyone gets it, it’ll be him.”
She doesn’t respond, turning the lights off in her room and closing the door. She follows me to the office where I take care of the camera footage, and we walk out the front door hand in hand.
“Come home with me tonight?” I ask her when we get to her car.
“I really should go—”
“Please? I’ve missed you. And I bet you’re hungry.”
Right on cue, her stomach rumbles and she laughs. “A little. No dinner.”
“I’ll order pizza on the way home. Come with me?”
“Yeah, I’ll text Dad and let him know. He can break the news to Mom.”
I pull her in for a quick kiss before I open her door and help her inside. I’m calling the pizza place before I’m in my truck. She waits for me to pull out first and follows me home. Pizza, talking on the couch, and going to bed together sounds like a perfect evening to me.