Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Sebastian
Lily is waiting for me next to a silver Lexus at the carpool lot next to the truck stop where we first met. When I pull in beside her, she grabs a bag from the back seat.
For the first time in a month and a half, she’s dressed as she was when I first met her. Bright red lipstick, slicked straight hair, and that same mini skirt that short-circuited my brain. The woman I fell for at first sight.
I’m glad it’s a nice day. Perfect for her bare little legs. Maybe the last nice week we get before the weather cools more.
My blood thickens in my veins, a heady need for her consuming me all over again. As soon as she’s in the passenger seat of my Jeep, I slide my hands into her hair, holding her close so I can kiss her. When I pull back, she rubs a thumb over my lips.
“Did you mark me?” I ask huskily, not caring at all if she did.
She grins. “Just a tiny smudge. It’s the good stuff.” She glances around the car. “You drive more than a motorcycle.”
“This is my winter set of wheels.”
“Do I have to wait until the spring to ride on the back of your bike?”
I grin. “You sure do. I like that you’re thinking about the spring, and me, though. That’s nice.”
She rolls her eyes. But she blushes, too.
“Where are we going?” she asks as I navigate the car onto the highway.
“I promised you brunch.”
She looks at me with a mix of suspicion and delight. I’m going to spend the rest of my life delivering experiences that build the latter and doing my damnedest to get rid of her fear. “We can’t go out in public.”
“Not yet.” Not here. “But we can have brunch in private.”
She twists in the passenger seat, folding her leg beneath her as she turns to face me. Her skirt rides up in her lap, distracting me.
I reach across and tug it back down, letting my fingers graze her inner thigh.
She shivers. “How private?”
“Very.”
“And… how far away is it?”
“Not far.”
“You’re just full of information,” she snaps with no heat. Her eyes are sparkling.
I take her hand and squeeze her fingers. “Is it okay if it’s a surprise?”
She nods.
“Did you tell anyone where you were going?”
She makes a strangled sound that turns into a coughing laugh. “Sort of.”
“What did you say?”
“Uh…” She reaches across the gearshift and rests her hand on my thigh. “I said I was spending the weekend with my stepdad.”
Blood pools low in my belly. I’ve memorized her file. Her parents are still married. Dysfunctionally so, but very much together.
There’s no stepfather.
There’s just me. I grunt. “Did you?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Did you say anything else?”
“I said he was my favorite person in the whole world, and I don’t get to see him very often—”
“We see each other every day.”
“This is my fantasy, shh.” She giggles. “He travels a lot for work, but when he’s in a city near me, he books a suite in a hotel so we can have some quality time.”
“You didn’t tell people that.”
She laughs longer now, a lovely sweet lilt. “And corrupt some of your innocent students? No, of course not. That part is just for you.”
I take the next exit off the highway. “A suite in a big city hotel, huh?”
“Yep.”
“And what if your stepdad booked something a little more private?” I take the next turn, following the directions on my GPS.
“I don’t care where we are,” she whispers as I pull into the lane for the house I’ve rented. “As long as I get his undivided attention.”
As soon as I park, she climbs over the gearshift and onto my lap. She will have all of my attention for the next thirty-six hours. We both need this. I smooth my hand over her hair as she buries her face in my neck.
“That fantasy is older than our relationship,” she mutters. “For the record.”
“Did you call him Daddy in your dreams?”
“No.” A pause. “That’s just for you.”
I didn’t have any specific fantasies like that one that pre-date Lily, but in hindsight, I can see how I was waiting for her. “When I saw you at the truck stop, you looked exactly like a woman I had seen before. In my dreams.”
“Really?” She lifts her head, and her expression matches how I feel, too. Confused, amazed, and relieved. “This last month has been so hard. Even with the pull between us, you’re the headmaster, and I’m a student. And I wanted to tell you….”
“Tell me everything. Anything.” I grip her by the arms, then release her. God, I could be so rough, too rough with her if I’m not careful.
“I felt like, I can’t tell you I met a guy who changed my world, and he’s all I can think about. That’s not something I can tell my headmaster.”
“Then tell me. Tell Sebastian.”
She makes a wounded noise, then kisses me instead. I let her because I want her mouth endlessly. I want her hands and her scent and body, too, but I want her heart more. I want her mind and her soul.
“Let’s go inside,” I murmur after she makes me hard. “But we’ll keep talking.”
The property is on the edge of a small lake, a two-and-a-half-story modern lake house.
And we have it all to ourselves. Inside, there is an open concept main floor, with glass windows overlooking a deck and the water beyond.
There’s a hot tub, an indoor/outdoor fireplace, and an oversized sectional that looks perfect for both naps and fucking.
The rental company has even stocked the fridge as I requested.
Lily twirls around in the open space as I pull out the makings of our brunch. Strawberries, croissants, hard-boiled eggs, a tray of vegetables, various cheeses, and a few jars of fancy jams.
“Brunch, a month delayed.” We curl up in the breakfast nook. “I have wanted this date with you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
She takes a big bite out of a juicy strawberry. “I didn’t understand that at the time. I just wanted….”
I brush her pink cheek. “You’re my horny little minx.”
“There’s something about you.” She feeds me a berry next. “I still feel guilty, you know.”
Guilt—now that’s spank-worthy. I can’t have my sweet girl feeling guilty. “Why?”
“I dunno. Maybe you should be with someone like Mrs. Taylor.”
I blink at her. “Madeline?”
“Yes.” Her lower lip trembles for a second, but her gaze is unwavering. She’s honest, and that’s all I’ve ever asked of her. “I could destroy you. We could get caught, and it will be my fault because I pushed you.”
“We both need this. But I’m the only person who can decide about my career and assume that risk. Not you. That’s on me.” I rub my jaw. “I want to know more about why you think I should be with Mrs. Taylor, though.”
“Sebastian.” My name rolls off her lips like fire, with a bit of growl, and fuck me, but I like my girl jealous. “Don’t make me say it.”
“Say what?”
“She’s perfect for you. Smart, your own age, pretty—”
“Married,” I point out.
That stops her. “What?”
“Madeline is married. Where did you think the Mrs. came from?”
“Stacey said she was the campus mom, like….” She trails off in an embarrassed whisper. “Okay, I didn’t think that through.”
“I don’t care about her age, or yours, for that matter. But for the record, you are also smart and pretty, which I appreciate. That’s not why I love you, though.”
“You… love… me?”
“I wasn’t supposed to say that during brunch,” I say gruffly.
She squeals and throws herself at me, and we abandon our food as I carry her up the stairs to the largest bedroom, which has a king-sized bed overlooking the lake.
I can’t get enough of her. The sweet jiggle of her ass, the sway of her young tits as she climbs on top of me. How gloriously, immediately wet she is for me, and the ease at which she sinks onto my throbbing cock.
She rides me slowly as I play with her sensitive nipples. Her weight leans into my hands, and I’m cupping her flesh, rubbing and squeezing and tugging to make her whine and grind against me.
I tell her to touch herself, to show me how she likes her clit rubbed, and I watch with rapt amazement as her pink slit slides up and down my rigid cock, her cream making us both glisten.
It doesn’t take long before her thighs tremble, and she squeezes her eyes shut as her whole body shudders. Her climax squeezes me tight, milking my dripping dick straight into her body.
I feel the first spurt before I can think of pulling out. I lock my gaze to where her sex wraps around my pulsing cock. I watch as the engorged flesh twitches, and I should ease her off me, but my shaft stays firmly planted where it shouldn’t be.
For the second time, I’m pouring my seed into her hot, tight, off-limits pussy. Her forbidden bare cunt, now red and swollen and full of my come.
No condom. Again. I should know better. I can’t stop myself. And I want there to be consequences. I will make us a life where the fruit of our fucking is a blessing, not a curse.
It’s only after we’re both finished that I roll her onto her back and collapse between her legs. My head rests on her inner thigh, and I gaze in wonder at her bare mound, glistening with the product of both of our orgasms. Sticky, messy perfection.
“You like looking at me there,” she murmurs, running her fingers through my hair.
I grunt. “Yeah.”
“And you sound like a caveman when I point it out.”
“I feel like a caveman when I’m doing it.” I climb off the bed and sweep her into my arms. “Shower time, then I want to kick your butt at backgammon.”
“Can I run around naked?”
“You sure can.”
She wraps herself in a blanket for our game—which she wins. After, as I read in the den, she roams around the house without a stitch of clothing on.
We take a long nap in the afternoon, and when I wake up with her in my arms, I’m the happiest man in the world.
“This has been the best day ever,” she tells me as we eat ice cream sandwiches at midnight, curled up together on the couch, all the lights in the house off so we can see the stars in the sky. “This is just so gorgeous.”
It is. But all I can see is her. “The most amazing view,” I agree, gazing at her profile.
She glances at me and grins. “Stop.”
“Never. You have a little….” I wipe a drop of ice cream from the corner of her lips with my thumb.
She catches my wrist with her free hand, holding me in place as she takes my thumb into her mouth. “Yummy.”
The sweet, gentle happiness in the middle of my chest right now has to be the best part of the weekend.
“I love you,” she whispers, her eyes big and luminous, better than any night sky. “I can’t wait until we can be together all the time.”
I press my forehead against hers. “Soon, sweet girl. Very soon.”