Chapter 2
MICAH
Glaring at the clock on my car radio, I sit at my kid’s school, stewing in the parking lot while waiting a few more minutes before going inside.
I swear to God, she’s a fucking pain in my ass.
Miss Vesper, my son’s new first-grade teacher, has been up my entire ass for the last two weeks to set up some bogus parent-teacher conference meeting about Heath’s “behavior”.
He’s a rowdy kid. His attention span is shorter than a fruit fly’s life, and as long as he isn’t punching kids without reason, there isn’t anything wrong with him.
However, she believes differently and has been constantly sending me emails to see if I got the one before, and by the time I get out of work, she’s the last person I want to talk to.
I don’t need some middle-aged hardass that plays by every rule in the book to be all up in mine. His old first-grade teacher decided to retire during the school year and, since then, Miss Vesper has been on my case.
Where the school got her from, I have no idea. I swear I’ve met every teacher at Magnolia Elementary because, just like the guys I work with, I grew up with half of them, or they used to be my elementary teacher. Which means one thing…she’s new.
And I haven’t had the misfortune of meeting the latest Karen.
One thing’s for sure, I’m not going to be lectured by a woman who can’t handle a bunch of kids.
I already have my hands full, being a single dad whose baby mama skipped out on my son and me before he turned one.
I’m doing the best I can, and I’m doing fine.
The mortgage is paid every month, the bills are current, and my son has a father who can support and love him at the same time.
My time is limited.
So when my phone annoyingly buzzes in the cup container of my truck, I can’t help but roll my fucking eyes with a huff.
But my shitty demeanor that just did three rounds in my head vanishes into thin air when I see a specific nickname in my phone that means Sienna.
SIENNA: I should probably say goodnight to you now because when I finally get home, I’m going to pass out and never wake up.
MICAH: It’s four-thirty, woman. Don’t you women have to get caught up on your crime shows at night or something?
SIENNA: …you know our secret.
MICAH: I think that’s common knowledge, sweetheart.
SIENNA: You’ve just put yourself in a lot of danger. I can only give you an hour’s head start before I have to call the Sisterhood of Traveling Pants.
MICAH: The fuckin’ what?
SIENNA: LOL.
SIENNA: Yeah, you wouldn’t have watched that movie. Let it go over your head.
MICAH: Sounds pretty intense.
SIENNA: Oh, for sure.
MICAH: Is this your way of telling me not to text you later?
SIENNA: This is me making good on my deal and telling you that I’m not ghosting you.
MICAH: I shouldn’t have allowed you to fuck me that hard on Saturday then.
Oh, yes, I should’ve.
Because I’ve been going through such major withdrawals from her tight pussy that I’ve been stroking myself to her every night since we met.
I think of her when I’m awake and alone in my bed, and she’s become my new morning routine. Someone I met when I told my buddy, Graham, multiple times to fuck off me with the whole dating thing.
Yet, Sienna makes me want to try and hope and fuck and…be around her.
I haven’t been this attracted to someone in a long time, to where I thought about them after the first night.
Then the second.
And into the third.
Side effects couldn’t last this long with how much bottled-up desire I still have for this one woman. I’ve had my random one-night stands, but I didn’t even remember their names, and I made sure to keep the whole let’s exchange numbers conversation from ever existing.
Yet, Sienna is my rule breaker.
I couldn’t resist not speaking to her after she rode my dick in the backseat of my truck because it was too goddamn good. It’s like fate decided to show up and dispense me of some damn sexual tension, but it hasn’t subsided.
SIENNA: You sure about that?
I inhale deeply, shifting in my seat to keep my growing cock at bay because walking into my kid’s school with it will definitely be frowned upon.
But, in spite of that, I can’t help but appreciate Sienna’s confidence and that she remembers.
That may be, I’m not the only crazy one here.
MICAH: Pick you up tomorrow night? Or right now?
SIENNA: LOL. I have work, goofball.
MICAH: I can work with that.
SIENNA: I can’t. I have a feeling you won’t go easy on me.
MICAH: I can. Nice and slow while you do whatever it is you do.
SIENNA: That’s worse.
MICAH: Not any more than the constant replays I have of how tight you feel, Sienna. I’ll pick you up Saturday. Don’t expect to be in bed at nine, though. We’ll be out late.
SIENNA: Ugh, are you going to make me do a strenuous activity like bowling?
MICAH: Eh, no. Do I look like a guy who bowls?
SIENNA: No.
SIENNA: You look like a guy that’s going to tattoo his name on my ass.
I laugh out loud, rocking my head back and forth because I have tattoos along my arms and knuckles that she obviously saw last week. One of the first things she asked me was if any of them meant anything, and that she didn’t have any.
I liked that she didn’t have any ink for some reason.
It meant her skin was unblemished by anything unnatural, and it gave her those sweet, sexy, freak in bed vibes.
MICAH: And it’d be in my handwriting, too.
SIENNA:
MICAH: What do you like to do, BCR?
SIENNA: BCR?
MICAH: That’s your name saved in my phone.
SIENNA: Do I want to know what that stands for?
MICAH: I don’t know, do you?
SIENNA: How many other nicknames do you have in that phone of yours?
MICAH: Only one more, but it’s for a dude.
SIENNA: I’m going to take that as I’m special.
MICAH: You’re all me, and my dick, thinks about, sweetheart.
I glance back at my clock, nostrils flaring because I need to head inside to meet Miss Vesper and her Karen ass.
MICAH: Text me your addy. I’ll message you later. I got a bogus appointment to go to.
SIENNA: Be good.
MICAH: Don’t worry about me. I’m only bad for you.
Powering down my phone, I trudge inside my kid’s school, checking in at the main office and getting a visitor pass before hitting room 107.
My cell goes off again in my back pocket, and I can’t help but look at it again before entering hell and telling this middle-aged bitch to retire if she can’t handle a bunch of kids and find Sienna’s name shows up again.
SIENNA: Then I’ll wear my bad little red number underneath my dress on Saturday since you’re saving yourself all for me.
My cock stirs in the middle of damn elementary school, but I’d really have to be an idiot not to show appreciation for that comment.
MICAH: You must really not want to make it to the night’s activities with words like that.
MICAH: And, fuck you, because I have to go into this meeting with a hard dick.
SIENNA: Poor baby, lol. Have a good meeting. Text me later.
MICAH: You know I will.
Glimpsing up at the door with my son’s room number, I put away my phone again and round the corner to enter room 107. My knuckles hover over the wood to knock when my eyes find the desk at the front of the room.
And then I freeze.
Hovering over a stack of papers with a pen wiggling between her fingers is a young woman with dark brown locks and slender hands. Her baby pink dress modestly hugs her curves as I study the high cheekbones of her face and that stunning side profile that I just stared at five days ago.
“Fuck.”
Sienna lifts her head, a smile already spread on her face, when her brows knit a bit from my obvious standing here. “Micah…what are you doing here?”
I fucked my kid’s teacher.
The thought fills my head immediately and leads to a whole bunch of unnecessary shit that I don’t want to cipher through right now.
Thank shit my kid is six and wouldn’t understand any of this, but goddamn, does she not look anything but fucking sexy behind that desk.
It conjures up that whole hot for the teacher scenario in my head, and I can’t say that I ever had one before that made my cock instantly hard.
Now, I have.
Stealing another look down her body, it doesn’t take but a second to find her modest but sexy-as-fuck neckline. It dips downward, teasing the possibility of tugging the soft-looking material to the side as I’d shove her ass against the edge of her desk and stand between her legs.
I want to taste her neck again and feel how warm her skin is underneath the fabric.
However, this room is filled with colorful decor of numbers and the alphabet. There are little cubbies that are small enough to put little kid things in and posters about being kind and keeping your hands to yourself.
The latter is the last thing I want to do right now.
Yet, I can’t help the sliver of anxiety rising in my chest at how she’s going to react when I state, “I’m Heath’s father.”
Sienna quickly glances down at something on her desk, her chestnut waves cascading aimlessly down her shoulders as if confirming said fact, and my son’s birth certificate is lying in front of her. “But…his name is Luca.”
Yeah…
“My name is Luca.” She glances back up at me, those honey-brown eyes brimming with confusion and, I think, a bit of betrayal. “I go by Micah.”
“Why would—”
“Luca Micah Wolfe,” I insert for her, allowing the dumbass rhyming to ring out for my legal name. “My mother was obviously not in her right mind when she named me. And I hate the name Luca, so I never go by it.”
Her pink lips part, the reality of our situation probably sinking into her head now that this is fucking weird, awkward as all hell, but it is what it is. I can’t change that this isn’t a social visit, nor what we literally just implied that we were going to do to each other only minutes ago.
Honestly, I’m just shocked that her emails to me to meet up were that fucking annoying when she definitely hasn’t been at all.
She clears her throat, shoving back the unease of the situation when she says, “Well…I should go over Heath’s grades and what I called you in for today.”