6. Ben
Ben
Callie Morgan was a mess. Her shirt was barely holding in her C-cup tits and there was a stain on it that was either paint or mustard.
She was flustered and speaking with her hands so much that she’d already almost knocked over her water bottle three times.
I didn’t think she’d stopped blushing since seeing us sitting in her classroom.
Her hair might’ve been curly at some point but it was all wild frizz by then and I was pretty sure I’d seen something stuck in it.
She had mascara smudged under her eyes and a crazy gleam to them that made her look a little like Bellatrix Lestrange.
She seemed like an entirely different person from the one I’d met at the retreat.
Wired and wild, she reminded me of a butterfly that couldn’t find the right flower.
It went against everything in me to find a woman like her so fucking attractive but I did.
Even with the stains and crazy look in her eye, I wanted to bend her over and fuck her senseless.
Maybe even more for them. It made zero goddamn sense.
I watched as the woman she was talking to went from stiff and frowning to relaxed and happy by the time their conversation ended.
The woman even gave Callie a hug before leaving.
Callie smiled after her and then ripped off the page of notes she’d taken just to haphazardly shove it into a folder that was already stuffed full of stray sheets of paper.
Once glance at Luke told me he’d watched the move, too, and was cringing. He was the king of organization. He was clearly grinding his teeth and his grip on the tiny ass desk was making the thing creak. “She’ll never find that again.”
Cole stretched his legs out in front of him and laughed. “Nope. It’s killing you, isn’t it?”
“A lot of things are killing me right now, asshole.”
I avoided the eyes of one of the women waiting to see Callie and watched Callie’s son instead.
He was an interesting kid, for sure. Dressed like he was working a bank job, his eyes took in everything around him with an intelligence that was plain to see.
It was clear that he was a little different from most kids his age but the way he kept an eye on his mom made me instantly like the kid.
It didn’t hurt that he couldn’t help embarrassing Callie at every turn.
“I have to say. This was a very nice surprise.” I nearly bit my tongue in half when Callie bent over to grab another loose piece of paper from the ground. Her skirt pulled tight across her ass and the floral pattern of her panties was clear as day. “This woman.”
Cole sighed before turning and shooting glares at the other men in the room. “She’s a fucking wreck.”
“She seemed much more put together with no clothes on.” Luke whispered that part under his breath but both Cole and I heard him. “Jesus Christ, there goes another sheet of paper shoved into the abyss.”
I pressed my knuckles to my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. She was going to give Luke a stroke. “So… I guess that means you’re not going to be interested in chasing her. You couldn’t handle the mess, right?”
His head snapped around to me. “I didn’t say that.”
Cole leaned over. “Neither of you should be thinking about chasing her. She’s your kids’ teacher.”
“So, you’re not going to make a move?” I raised my eyebrows at him because I knew him well enough to know he’d be a fucking liar if he said he wasn’t.
“Shut the hell up.” He stood up and stretched before walking to the back of the classroom. Two women immediately zeroed in on him and then scurried back to their seats when they saw the look on his face.
“Oh, my gosh! Deidra! I can’t wait to meet your sweet Angelica. I love that she has a rock collection! I had one when I was little and I still have a few of my favorites.” Callie’s smile crinkled her nose and made her eyes dance, even from across the room.
I found myself getting irritated that she hadn’t given me that smile. I’d seen her shy smile, her embarrassed smile, even the satisfied smile after half a dozen orgasms, but I wanted the pure, happy smile, too.
That train of thought made me groan and look up at the ceiling. What the fuck was wrong with me? Callie was a wild night by the lake. Nothing more. I had no business being concerned about her smiles and whether I was or wasn’t getting them. Especially since she was my kids teacher.
I felt eyes on me and looked back at Callie to find her watching me. She took a deep breath and it was clear her shirt was ready to throw in the towel. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I can meet with you next.”
I immediately felt like a piece of shit. “No, Cupcake, I didn’t mean to rush you. I’m perfectly happy to wait here all night.”
Her cheeks flared red again and the color set off the moss green of her eyes, the same eyes I’d stared into while fucking her soft pussy.
She held my gaze for a few beats longer than necessary and then seemed to realize that she was still just staring at me.
She tried to run her hands through her hair and we all watched as her hair acted like a Chinese finger trap.
“You’re trapped again, Mom.” Oliver sighed like an old man and shook his head. “You have to comb your hair every day.”
I couldn’t contain my laugh. “It’s always your own.”
Cole magicked himself across the room like the shadow he could be and gently untangled her rings from her hair. “Your boy’s got a point. Combing it wouldn’t hurt.”
A woman across the room laughed behind her hand and rolled her eyes. “I would never-”
“I like it.” I shot the woman a look and then smiled at Callie. “I’ll take you up on your offer. Do me next.”
Cole’s frown was predictable but I shouldered him aside and sat in front of Callie. She scrambled to grab her pen and knocked it to the floor. Cole was there right away to pick it up for her with a smirk and a wink that made Callie fumble even more.
I waited until he went back to his own baby desk before meeting Callie’s gaze. “Funny seeing you here.”
She gripped her pen tight and leaned closer.
Maybe if I hadn’t spent a night ravaging her body I would’ve assumed she was pushing her tits together on purpose but she was unaware of just how sexy her body was.
She’d been so shocked and surprised with every new inch of her we’d worshipped next to the lake. “This is bad, right?”
I forced my eyes away from the chest and focused on her mouth instead.
Her lips were naturally a peachy pink and the bottom one was so pillowy, especially when it was cradling my dick.
It was fucking impossible not to think all the filthy things imaginable when she was sitting across from me with her eyes so wide and sincere.
“I wouldn’t say bad.” I rested my elbows on the desk and leaned closer. “I’d say it’s a stroke of good luck.”
“This is chaos.” She shoved her hair behind her ears, just to have it bounce right back.
“Um, you know, you guys don’t need to help with the play.
I mean, I know this is awkward and school plays are notoriously awful.
Last year six kids threw up on stage and one of the kindergarteners pooped his pants.
The whole place smelled like a Beale Street porta-potty after a two for one drinks night. ”
I choked back a laugh. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Cupcake.”
Her son perked up. “Mom, now you’re carmine. It’s time for dinner soon.”