Chapter 4
CHRIS
I’m crumbling. I told Gracie it would only happen once, and I promised myself I’d stay clear of her. But I failed. Monumentally.
I held out as best I could, but resisting her is just not possible.
It’s been three days since I licked her sweetness in my office, and I can still smell her flowery scent every time I take a breath.
I’m jerking off to thoughts of her at least twice a day as I picture her naked, taking my cock, her flat little belly plumping up with every thrust as I fill her with my girth.
And her voice, tempting me like a siren.
“Make me…”
I’m walking a dangerous line. She’s Tom’s daughter, and if I let myself go deeper down the rabbit hole with Gracie, I’m going to face consequences that could shatter our relationship. But if I turn Gracie away, she’ll hate me forever. And I can’t take that.
Hell, I don’t even know if I can turn Gracie away. She’s already made me break my own promise to myself, and now she’s invaded my thoughts. My dreams. Every other thought I have is of her.
No woman has ever had this kind of hold on me. And honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
Thankfully, today we’re having a field trip to a local farm. The school thinks the kids need to be more aware of where food comes from. This means I won’t have to face Gracie, sitting in the front row of my class like a personification of temptation.
Even now, driving to the farm in my car, I can’t stop thinking about those knee-high socks…those thighs…how warm and slick she was against my tongue.
The way she came…it was music to my ears.
Her first orgasm from a man. She didn’t need to tell me. I could tell. I rocked her world. And if I don’t find some new source of resistance, it’s going to happen again…
…and again, and again, and again.
I dig into my pocket and find my treasure. Gracie’s panties. Pressing them to my nose, I inhale deeply. My cock flexes beneath my pants as her scent hits me like a drug, igniting nerve endings all through my body.
Desperate need flows through me, drawing me out, and I have to clench my jaw hard to bring my focus back to the road.
You’re driving! Pay attention!
Angrily, I stuff her panties back into my pocket but keep my hand there. My most precious item. A keepsake of a moment I will never forget.
When I reach the farm, the bus is already there, and the girls are standing around the cow pasture, watching, pointing, and giggling. I pull in but stay in my car, doing breathing exercises to get my erection down. I can’t go out there hard as steel.
But when I see Gracie skipping around, her skirt threatening to fly up, my blood goes hot, and my heart starts pounding.
I’m fucking dying.
Dying to get my hands on her. I’m so fucking horny I’d grab her and fuck her right there in the mud just to get inside her. Claim her. Make her mine.
My possessive instincts are going full-bore. My hands clench on their own as I picture her bent over, me gripping her by the waist and pulling her back onto my arousal.
My lust is painful.
I don’t just want to fuck her, either. No. I want to come inside her. Breed her. Get her nice and pregnant and keep her.
Jesus, I’ve never felt like this before. It’s actually driving me insane. My head is aching, and I keep licking my lips as I think back to when I was licking her clit, causing her body to shake with ecstasy.
She has no idea what she’s in for.
She probably thinks it’s fun to tease me, tempt me, sneak into my office and flash her skin at me. But does she know what kind of trouble she’s asking for? What will happen if I fully succumb and give my life to her?
Nothing will ever be the same again.
I pound my steering wheel, accidentally honking the horn. Girls turn, but I quickly duck down. I don’t want to be seen yet. I’m not ready. Gracie is out there, and I have to prepare myself.
There’s a schedule for today. The girls will check out the livestock—the cows, the chickens, the pigs—and then will have a short lecture from the farmers on how they run their farm and manage their produce. After that, there will be a picnic before we head back to school.
I wait in my car until all the girls have gone into the barn and then go into something like meditation. Deep breaths, muscle relaxation, and I force my thoughts to go anywhere but Gracie. Hiking, skiing, football. Literally anything but her.
Slowly but eventually, I manage to retreat to a manageable level of arousal that allows me to get out of the car and actually walk around.
But fuck me if it isn’t difficult.
I should probably be inside with the other teachers for the lecture, but I spot the farm store and go over to peruse the inventory. There are jams and jellies, eggs, raw milk, meat—
“Hey, you.” Gracie’s voice startles me, and I turn around to see her standing in the door, twisting a lock of hair around her finger. “I wasn’t sure you’d come today.”
I already did, I think. While thinking about you.
“Well, it’s my job as a teacher,” I reply, walking past her and outside. Her scent clings to me like invisible hands, and it takes everything I have not to turn back. “Shouldn’t you be inside? Learning about how the farm works?”
“Yeah,” she whines. “But it’s so boring. Don’t you have something more fun we could do? Something you could teach me?”
Her words stop me in my tracks. She’s not even being subtle, but it doesn’t matter. My blood is rushing to my center, and those urges I worked hard to suppress are rising up again. And quickly.
She steps right up to me, so close I can feel the warmth from her body radiating out. My mouth starts to water like the world’s greatest dessert has just been placed in front of me.
Her hair sparkles in the sun. Her wide eyes stare up at me, and I can’t stop my eyes from scouring her body.
Her skirt is very short today. I’d imagine one of the other teachers has already warned her, but I should do my duty and remind her. But just as I open my mouth to speak, a gleam off her inner thigh strikes me in the eye. And then I see it.
A tiny little trail of Gracie’s arousal, dripping down her soft skin.
My head starts swimming. My fingers twist into painful fists.
“You…you’re not wearing panties…”
Gracie shakes her head, a naughty little smile on her lips. “Why bother? You’re just going to steal them anyway, right?”
She gives me a little wink that nearly drops me. Without thinking, I snatch her up and pull her close. She’s not wearing a bra either, and her warm mounds press against my chest, adding fuel to the fire that is my burning desire.
I can feel her nipples poking through her dress shirt and grind my bulge against her thigh. “Feel what you do to me? You know what I want, don’t you?”
Her innocence shows itself as she nods, slightly timid and expecting.
The urge to kiss her is growing, like water raging against a dam as every doomsday scenario plays out in my mind. I should just quit, goddamn it. Quit Pine Hills, leave the state, and find a local football team to coach or something.
But as I slide my hand down the small of Gracie’s back and feel the slope of her plump, perfect ass, I know that’s not possible.
The dam inside me breaks, and I move in, enveloping her lips with mine. I kiss her hungrily, passionately, the urge to devour her riding high through my adrenaline.
Mine. MINE!
Her inexperience shows as she kisses me back, but that just turns me on more. I’ll teach you, sweet thing. I’ll teach you everything and more…
My tongue dances over hers, and I reach down, cupping the cleft of her tight little ass. Heat rages in my core. But that’s when it happens.
A door opens behind us, and I hear the chatter of high-school girls.
“Shit!” I gasp. There’s no time. They’re going to catch us and ruin everything.
Without warning, I snatch Gracie up in my arms and bolt for the treeline. I don’t stop until we break through the brush. Heart pounding, I drop down and pin Gracie beneath me, hiding us both from sight.
“Oh my God!” she giggles. “That was close!”
“You’re gonna get me fired.” I smirk. Chest heaving, I watch through the leaves as the girls filter out from inside. It’s picnic time, and Miss Holloway is coordinating the meals. I should be down there with her, but that would mean leaving Gracie.
And that’s not going to happen.
Here, hunkered down in the bushes, I feel the last bit of my resolve slipping. A lock inside me that I’ve been using to cage my desire finally shatters, and I lose all control.
I tug Gracie’s skirt up and over her hips, exposing her ass to me. That’s it. Such a beautiful sight. But there’s only one problem.
It’s not red enough.
I spank her left cheek roughly, causing her to cry out. A few of the girls down on the lawn look around, ask each other if they heard something, then go back to their food. Gracie glances back at me, wide-eyed and horny, and I spank her other cheek.
“Christ, you’ve grown up,” I murmur, kneading the tender flesh between my fingers.
“And you finally noticed.” She smiles.
I undo my pants and tug down my briefs. My cock levers out and slaps her right between the cheeks like a third spanking. Gracie’s eyes go wide when she sees it, red and throbbing as I grind her supple flesh.
“So…big…”
“Just wait until you feel it, you naughty girl.”
Using my knee, I nudge her legs apart, revealing her pussy to me. So pink, gleaming with arousal. My breath catches as I press the tip of my cock against her entrance and feel the tender flesh begin to part.
“Right here?” Gracie whispers. I lean close, watching her pupils dilate.
“I can’t hold out any longer. And you know what? It’s all your fault.”
Her eyes flare with excitement as I grasp her left cheek with a hungry hand and pull, spreading her more in preparation. This may be the biggest mistake of my life, and I may be burning my greatest friendship to the ground, but there’s just no turning back.
I must have her.