Epilogue
GRACIE
Four years later…
He may not be my math teacher anymore, but my husband still loves to give me lessons. And I love to learn.
I still have my Pine Hills uniform, and occasionally, when we get the chance, I slip into it, and we sneak off for some fun.
That is of course when he’s not working and I’m not looking after Mattie, our wonderful baby boy.
It’s his birthday tomorrow, and I’ve been working all day to make sure everything is perfect for him. I’m probably overdoing it—actually, I’m definitely overdoing it—but what can I say? I love being a mom!
And Chris loves being a dad. I love sitting on the porch with a nice cup of coffee and watching the two of them play. It’s especially cute when they throw the little nerf football together. Mattie will charge into Chris, who will make a big show of falling down like his son is the Incredible Hulk.
We were married a month after I found out I was pregnant.
It took a lot of effort, and a very expensive lawyer, but Chris was finally able to get Jackie to sign their divorce papers.
Thankfully, I never had to meet or speak to her.
To be honest, I never even think about her.
All I focus on is my husband, my son, and me.
My family.
As I figured she would do, Regina ended up spilling the beans on my teacher-student relationship with Chris. Her dark obsession with him still creeps me out to this day, but thankfully, the police granted us a restraining order against her after she kept sending him e-mails.
Even though I confessed to having cheated my way into Pine Hills, they still fired Chris. He quickly got another job, coaching youth football for a very ritzy prep school. They knew of his talent as a player and were willing to ignore the drama surrounding his past employment.
Just before Mattie was born, we bought the cottage where we now live, right on the coast of Connecticut. We’re a few minutes’ walk to the ocean, and we spend countless nights down on the beach, toes buried in the sand, watching the sun go down.
Things couldn’t be more perfect.
Even Dad is totally on board. He gives us a hard time occasionally about sneaking around behind his back, but he’s only kidding. He’s super supportive, loves to help out with Mattie, and helped Chris do some fix-up work around the house when we first moved in.
As I watch my husband and my son throw the ball back and forth, I can’t help but smile and think back to that first day when I strode into Pine Hills, a fake student on a real mission.
I knew I wanted Chris, and I had all these pictures in my mind for how our life could be, but I never really thought it was possible.
Yet here we are.
I think about the school uniform upstairs in the bedroom and cross my legs, hiding my naughty smile. Now is not the time. But Mattie will be going up to bed soon, and then it will happen.
Giggling, Mattie rushes up the lawn and flings himself into my lap. He’s in that little kid state where he’s filled with energy but is also ready to collapse from exhaustion. It’s adorable.
“How are you, my big football star?” I ask, nuzzling my nose against his. “Did you beat Daddy?”
“I won!” he declares, curling up into a pint-sized ball. It’s hard to describe just how wonderful it feels to have your child trust you, need you, and love you unconditionally.
“He sure did.” Chris smiles, ruffling Mattie’s hair as he joins us. “He’s getting to be a big boy.”
A big boy who’s fading. I feel him drifting off in my arms and look down to see his eyes already closed.
Flicking my gaze down between my husband’s thighs, I give him a little wink and whisper softly, “I know someone else who’s a big boy.”
Taking Mattie from me, Chris leans in and kisses me just behind the ear. “You naughty girl.”
I squeeze his butt as he steps inside. My husband has a great ass. I feel like that’s something men just don’t realize. Women like nice butts too. Ever since I told him, Chris started wearing tight briefs to bed that instantly get me in the mood.
Not like I need any help to get in the mood around him…
I’m behind him as he takes the stairs and swell with love and pride as I watch my husband carry our son up to bed and tuck him in. I never worry at all about Mattie when Chris is around. He would never let anything happen to him.
As Chris finishes putting Mattie to bed, I slip up to the bedroom and into the Pine Hills uniform that’s waiting for me.
The short plaid skirt, the knee-high socks, and the dress shirt and tie, only this time, I’m wearing something that would have never been allowed in the building when I was there.
A brand-new pair of black heels.
I’m lying on the bed when Chris enters, legs curled up, twisted slightly to show off my curves that he’s always praising me for. His lips pucker, and he licks his top teeth while shutting the door and locking it behind him.
My skin starts to prickle as he walks forward, rubbing himself between his legs. “Miss Williams, what are you doing in my house? You realize this is a total violation of the student-teacher relationship?”
“Is it?” I reply innocently, batting my eyelashes. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize. Am I in trouble?”
He nods, slipping out of his tee with a single movement. Somehow, Chris’s body is even better now than it was when we met. Bigger, thicker, more sculpted. I know every little scar on his torso now from memory. Knowing he is mine causes me to swell with pride.
“You are definitely in trouble,” he growls, unbuckling his pants as a wave of heat rolls up my thighs. I shift my hips slightly, feeling the slick of my arousal as he advances on me.
“You’re not gonna…tell on me, are you?” I whimper.
Chris drops his pants, letting loose his monstrous erection. I’ve seen it hundreds of times—had it inside me—but it still amazes me. The length, the thickness, the hardness, the force of his release when he goes off inside me.
“Well, that depends, Miss Williams. I can either bring this matter to the administration, or we can resolve it right here and now.”
I nod feverishly, desperate for his touch as he leans over me. “Yes, please. I don’t want to get in trouble.”
His rough palm ignites me as it moves up my skin, and I watch as he lifts the hem of my skirt to expose my precious flesh. Only for him.
“Then be a good girl and do everything that Daddy tells you.”
I barely have a chance to whimper out a “Yes, sir” before he has my legs pinned back and is entering me.
My gasp catches in my throat as my body arches off the bed and my neck cranes back. My nipples are hard against my shirt, which I instantly tear open, revealing my breasts to him.
Chris leans in and kisses them, sucking with just the right mixture of tenderness and roughness. “You know your skirt is a dress code violation?” he asks, rocking deeper into me, threatening to split me in two.
“I…I’m sorry, Daddy…”
“And those heels? Definitely not allowed,” he growls, burying himself in me. I try to speak, but it’s just not possible. I lose myself beneath the will of my husband, lost in one of our roleplay sessions that always sends me soaring.
In what feels like a flash, my orgasm is rocking down on me, forcing my body to contract as I wrap my legs and arms around his unmovable physique and hang on for dear life.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Just like that.”
“Yes!” I almost scream.
He captures my moans with his kiss and goes off inside me. We rock together in mutual climax, and the perfection of my life takes over.
I remember what I thought to myself when I first stepped into that school: Let’s see how long you last, Mr. Davis.
Well, here he is. Four years later, with a ring on his finger and two on mine.
I don’t doubt him anymore. I love him.
And he loves me.
And nothing will ever get in the way of our happiness.
THE END