Chapter 3
GRACIE
I’ve never felt sexy before. But this last week at Pine Hills, under the watchful eye of Mr. Davis, has changed everything.
When I walk down the halls, I’m keenly aware of every inch of my body. When my skirt catches the breeze and I feel the air between my thighs, I’m aware of just how hot my body is. I mean literally hot.
Every time I see Chris or catch him eyeing me, my internal temperature rises several degrees. I’ve started carrying around a white kerchief to wipe the tiny beads of sweat from my face that form when I sit in his class, my gaze glued to his rippling back muscles nearly bulging out of his shirt.
I’ve started bringing an extra pair of panties to change into around lunch. They’re an actual necessity. Just being in Chris’s presence sends my body into overdrive. My skin prickles with a sensational tickle, like thousands of golden ants parading across my body.
And then I’m dripping. My thighs are soaked, and it’s off to the bathroom to change.
My breasts tingle every time I enter his classroom. Even the space around him feels thick and heavy, like the whole world is bending to his whim. But now as I sit in the front row and pretend to pay attention to his lecture, I’m angrily chewing my lower lip.
It’s been almost a week since Chris brought me into his office and…reprimanded me. Even now, if I close my eyes, I am instantly transported back to that moment, bent over his desk, bracing myself for the next chastising spank from his palm.
And the way my whole body lit up like a sparkler when he moved down, spread me wide, and pressed his nose against my most intimate flesh…
But since then? Nothing.
He’s been avoiding me like I have the plague. I’ve been pulling out every trick in the book to get his attention. I’ve broken dress code, not done my homework, and even pushed things further by spreading my legs apart in the middle of class.
But it’s like Chris has become a monk or something. He might as well be built from stone. I just cannot get him to look at me.
He lectures with his back to the class and has no problem talking to other girls, especially this one chick, Regina, who loves to pester him. Her crush is so obvious. She doesn’t even try to hide it. But Chris doesn’t ignore her. So why me?
“Gracie, this can’t happen again…”
I saw the war in his eyes when he said that. But I guess I just thought he was saying it more to himself than to me, and that I’d eventually find myself back in his office, being disciplined again for being the bad girl I’ve been.
But so far, nothing.
And I’m dying.
Each day that passes, my desire for his attention grows. I watch him talking and laughing with the other girls. My stomach twists when the female teachers throw themselves at him. He’s like a bull in a pen full of breeding cows. Yet to him, I’m invisible.
The veins on his forearms have my attention now as I watch him write a problem on the board. They’re so thick. I bet he could twist the lug nuts off his car wheel without even using a wrench.
I keep watching, and it’s like a burning poison starts to slither through my belly. Staring at the back of his head like this is torture.
I need more.
I want to stand up, lift up my shirt, and scream, “LOOK AT ME!”
Of course, I don’t do that. I use all my willpower to somehow stay silent throughout the rest of class. Fine. If you want to ignore me, I’ll ignore you!
When the bell rings, I’m the first one out the door. The cute little squeaks from the rest of the girls flooding up to him break off my back like waves against a sea wall.
I may be jealous, but none of them have a chance with him. None of them have felt the sting of his rough hands against their butts.
No. Despite the game he’s playing, Chris wants me. All I have to do is prove it.
“Hey, Kelly,” I say to a blonde from my art class. “Do you have a pair of scissors I can borrow?”
“Oh, sure.” She smiles, handing me a pair from her locker. “Working on a new project?”
I force a smile back. “Hmmm, something like that.” Buzzing with energy, I quickly sneak off to the bathroom to begin my wicked little plan.
Chris originally disciplined me for wearing a short skirt, so if he thinks he’s just going to be able to ignore me now, I’ll just make it even shorter!
Thankfully, the restroom is empty, and I attack the plaid fabric with the scissors, chopping it way higher and way shorter than it was when I first showed up at school.
This will certainly draw attention, and not just from Chris.
But I need to do something to get through to him, and if that means causing a major scene, so be it.
Three girls gasp when I walk back out into the hall. One of them has her hands over her mouth, and the other two start laughing as I smirk at them. Kelly’s jaw drops when I hand her back her scissors.
“Gracie…are you nuts?” she asks. Laughing on the inside, I simply shrug and make my way down to the cafeteria.
More girls gasp as I pass them. I hear them whisper to each other. Some even point at me, but I don’t care. I’m not here for them. I’m here for him.
I grab two sandwiches and exit the cafeteria quickly before any of the other teachers can get on my case. Chris has been having his lunch in his office for the last few days, and sure enough, he’s there when I walk in, writing something in his notebook. I don’t even bother to knock.
“Ham and cheese with lettuce,” I say, setting the sandwich down in front of him. Pushing back a stack of papers, I slide up onto his desk and take a seat. “Just like you like it.”
Chris doesn’t look at me, but I catch a tiny flicker of his eyes as they move to my legs. That’s all it takes to get the goosebumps started. “Get off my desk, Gracie.”
Nope. I’m not going anywhere.
“Make me.”
It’s barely there, but I catch it. Just the hint of a sigh. A slight rise in his shoulders. “This isn’t a game, Gracie.”
“No? Then why have you been ignoring me for the last week?” I ask, shifting my legs so my skirt rides up even higher. It’s barely even covering me now, and my skin is flushed like a peach.
Chris shakes his head, eyes on his desk. “You’re imagining things.”
“Am I?” I ask, leaning closer, inviting him to look down my shirt. “Because what I think is that you go home at night and you imagine all the things you’d like to do to me in this office if you’d just let yourself.”
Chris stiffens. The pencil in his hand snaps, the pieces falling to the floor.
“This can’t happen, Gracie.” His voice is tense and low, like rolling thunder before a storm. But there’s a fault there. Like a mountain ready to collapse.
I’m breaking him.
“I imagine it,” I whisper. “Every night. Chris…you’re all I can think about.”
I almost fall off the desk as he slams his fists down and leaps to his feet. In the blink of an eye, he’s beside me, hands on either side of my hips, caging me in.
My heart skyrockets as he scours my body with his hungry gaze, lingering on my newly modified skirt that breaks every school rule. Slowly, he reaches down and grasps the hem between his thumb and forefinger, noticing the cut fabric.
“Breaking the rules again,” he mutters.
My pulse rapid in my ears, I lean closer, inhaling his scent like a drug. “I’m a bad girl, remember?”
His eyes close, his chest expands as he draws a deep breath, and I know I’m watching the last bit of his resolve falter.
My exterior is solid. I’m keeping it together. But on the inside, I’m overwhelmed with desperation. Please, please, please, touch me!
Just being in his office again is a blessing. Like entering a sacred chamber where…things can happen. Things I’ve been picturing in my mind every night before going to sleep. And while sleeping.
The urge to bend over his desk and expose myself to him is torturous. But I just can’t seem to do it. Despite all my false resolve and my bad-girl behavior, at the end of the day, I’m still a virgin. I’ve never done any of this before.
It’s only Chris that’s bringing this out in me. And if he doesn’t respond, I’m dead in the water.
He radiates warmth like I’m sitting next to a stove, and as he leans closer and more of his scent sinks into my lungs, my head starts to spin. My lips part, desperate for his kiss. And for a moment, I’m sure he’s about to give it to me…
My first kiss.
But at the last moment, he pivots, slides to the side, and breathes gently on my neck as he grasps a fistful of my hair, threading the strands through his fingers.
My back arches, moving me closer to him, and that’s when I feel it. A thick knot between his legs, pressing against my thigh. The desperate need in my core rises to an all-time high, and I swell inside at the realization.
I did that to him.
Just feeling it on my leg has my imagination soaring off into countless speculative fantasies as the pressure in my chest builds. What does it look like? Feel like? I’m dying for answers.
His hold on me tightens. One hand in my hair, one on my waist. Such a solid grip. I can’t even imagine how much stronger than me he is. I bet he could fight off ten men if he wanted to protect me.
And that really, really turns me on.
“I can’t be doing this, Gracie.” He sniffs at my neck like a hungry wolf that’s caught a delicious scent. “Your father—”
“Is not here.” My voice. My words. But hell if I know where all this conviction is coming from. I’m trembling. And I know he can feel it. But I’m also on fire for him. My panties are soaked. I’m dripping onto his desk. And all I want to do is push things further.
Chris shakes his head. “He would kill me.”
Now is my chance. I lean closer, bringing my lips just a hair’s breadth from his ear, and whisper, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
His voice breaks, and the inevitable lightning bolt cracks. “Why do you do this to me, Gracie?”
Before I can smile, he has both hands on my thighs and is spreading me open. A tiny hint of timidity rings through me as he looks up my skirt, but when I see the reaction in his eyes, I’m overcome.