Teach Me Like That (LMLT Book 2) (14 page)

It lasted through the night. A very restless, sleep-deprived night.

I woke up this morning with the fierce need to see her again, to touch her again.

It seems the tables have turned, if her little response this morning is any indication. That beautiful woman should come with a warning label cautioning men that once indulged, immediate addiction is a real risk.

The first part of my day is ruined when one of the guys broke a major plumbing pipe that was extending out of the recently poured concrete foundation. The guys are going to be the death of me; I just know it.

While waiting for the plumber to show up and fix the damage, I head over to Lexi’s house and clear her gutters. Fall is fast approaching, and it looks like she didn’t have them done last year.

Either she hasn’t noticed the buildup or she’s been single for over a year. Any man, who’s been to this house, if he’s a good man at least, would have noticed and taken care of this for her. I don’t allow my brain to analyze exactly why I’m on a damn ladder clearing them out. I just turn up the music louder in my headphones and finish the job.

Kadin calls right after lunch, needing another favor. Lennox has a dental checkup. The good news is that the doctors think Easton will be able to go home tomorrow, but that doesn’t help Kadin and London today.

Since the appointment time is so close to the end of the day, he advises me to grab both girls from school. Normally, I would be slightly frustrated, but heading to Edgewood Academy to pick up the tiny little devils has just become the highlight of my day. Not only do I get to see Lexi again, but the girls’ dental hygienist, Sadie is hot too. Two lovely ladies in one day… perfect.

I step into the school, head to the front office for my visitor’s pass, and pray the headmistress is gone or at least out of the office. Thankfully, the front office manager is the only one inside, and I’m on my way to the classroom a few minutes later.

Unfortunately, the classroom is empty, and I have no idea where to even look for the girls and their incredibly sexy teacher. I wander down the hall looking for someone to help me. My luck holds up when I peer in an open door and find the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen loading a shelf with colorful boxes of Kleenex.

“Finding Dory on a box of tissues is actually a thing?” I ask startling her.

Several boxes of tissues tumble to the ground, and I do the only chivalrous thing I can think of as she bends over to collect them. I grip a handful of her ass while she’s vulnerable. I expect her to slap my hand, punch me in the nuts… something. I did just walk and leave her yesterday after she came on my dick… twice. But, all I get from her is a shy smile.

“Amanda, one of the parents, brought those for her son. Apparently, rich kids are very particular about where their snot goes,” she explains.

“Ridiculous,” I mutter shaking my head.

She shrugs, placing the boxes back on the shelf. “Not really. You have to keep in mind that these kids are still very young. They believe a Ninja Turtle Band-Aid will fix a severed finger. If Finding Dory tissues are what keeps them from wiping snot on their shirts, hey, I’m all for it.”

“Good point,” I concede stepping in closer to her. I pull the door to the small supply closet closed as I crowd her, forcing her back against the shelving.

“What are you doing?” she asks quietly glancing over my shoulder as if some random person is going to walk in on us during the five minutes we’re here alone.

I flex my hips against her stomach. Her eyes widening means she feels my thickening erection in my jeans.

“Absolutely not,” she chastises. “You’re out of your mind.”

“I’ll be quick,” I promise in her ear before licking down her neck.

She groans and shudders against me. Her hands roam up my back as I take a handful of her dark hair in my hands, using my grip to tug her head back.

She presses her palms to my chest and urges me away. “I can’t,” she says.

“You already have,” I remind her.

“Yesterday didn’t happen, Kegan,” she says with an eerie sense of calm to her voice.

“I beg to differ,
Lexi
. If I recall,
both
of your orgasms were very real. You can’t deny something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. That’s just not fair.” I lean forward, resting her hands on my chest and nip at her earlobe.

“I’m not having sex in the supply closet of the school,” she hisses.

That’s what her mouth says, but it doesn’t stop her from tilting her head to the side so I can suck gently on the pulse point in her neck.

I remove one of her hands from my chest and guide it down my body until she’s gripping my cock. I roll my hips instinctively.

“We don’t have to fuck,” I tell her with a wicked smile on my face.

She shakes her head at my brazenness, but the smile never leaves her lips.

“I’m not sucking you off in the supply closet either,” she counters.

“You owe me,” I say with seriousness.

She huffs indignantly. “Owe you? How did you come to that conclusion?”

“That little wink and then taking off this morning,” I explain. “You could’ve avoided this if you’d just talked to me.”

She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?”

I nod.

She grips my cock harder and leans in closer. I nearly lose my shit when I feel her hot breath on my neck. “You want a blowjob,” she taunts.

“No teeth,” I add.

She takes a step back. I’m coming to terms with the fact that she’s not the type of woman that’s going to hit her knees in a supply closet at her job, when I feel her nimble fingers open the top button on my jeans.

She reaches inside the loosened fabric and wraps her hand around my straining erection.

“That’s all you want?” I follow her line of sight as she lowers her eyes to my dick.

“For now,” I breathe when her fingernail scrapes gently over the head.

“I bet. And what do I—”

The door opens before she can finish her thought.

Scrambling, she pulls her hands from me, but there’s no denying what we’re doing in here. Our profiles are facing the open door, and well, my dick is out.

“What in the world is going on in here?”

I turn my eyes to the intruder. The headmistress.

I tuck myself back into my jeans and zip up. I don’t rush because there’s really no point.

A sniffle comes from Lexi, and when I look over at her, I notice a tear roll down her face. My gut clenches. I put her in this situation, and there’s no clear way to make things better for her.

Amelia crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot.

“We have a clear no fraternization policy, Ms. Carter. Not to mention the fact that you’re also engaging in sexually deviant behaviors in the supply closet, during school hours.” The look she’s giving Lexi hints at more hatred than just getting caught with her hands on my cock, and for some reason, it rubs me the wrong way.

“Sexually deviant behavior? On school property?” I say turning my full attention to the spiked-heel bitch that’s berating Lexi.

“Yes,” Amelia spits. “This school has higher standards than teachers who are involved in such things.”

“Really?” I hiss at her doing my best to keep my voice down because we are in an elementary school. “Where were your complaints about school property and sexual deviance when I was fucking you in the ass on your desk a couple months back?”

Amelia’s indignant attitude falters, but it’s the gasp coming from my right that demands my attention.

My fucking mouth.

I watch as full realization dawns in Lexi’s reddened eyes. Her face switches back and forth, looking at me then Amelia.

The slap in the face that comes a second later is much less than I deserve. I close my eyes, unwilling to watch Lexi as she walks away.

“A little too much attitude for a fuck toy, don’t you think?”

My blood boils at Amelia’s words. “Don’t ever talk about her like that.”

She disregards my anger and sidles closer, attempting to run her long fingernail down my chest. I step out of her reach.

“Don’t be angry, Mr. Cole. I can satisfy you more than she ever could. Since when do you go after the homely kind?”

I dump every ounce of my gentleman nature at my feet and close the distance between us. Her seductive smirk tells me she’s not reading the situation right.

“Since fucking whores like you left me unsatisfied.”

I turn my back on her and reach for the door handle.

“She’ll lose her job for this,” she spits.

A single calming breath is all I allow before I turn back to her. “If she loses her job for touching my dick in a closet, imagine what will happen when they find out you got fucked in the ass while an apple paperweight was shoved in your dirty cunt.”

She finally takes a hint and backs away from me. My fists clench, but I know even as enraged as I am, I’d never hit a woman. I walk away from her as calmly as I can to get the girls and get the hell out of here.

Lexi

I went back to my classroom yesterday to finish my day and waited for my pink slip that was sure to arrive before the final bell rang. It never did. I even went by the office after school was out, ready to face my dismissal. Amelia was nowhere to be found. Sharon, the front office manager, said she had left before last period started.

The same time Kegan would’ve been leaving.

I was told by my recess paraprofessional that he came and picked the girls up early, so I know the chances are slim she went with him, but the idea still niggles.

I can’t stop the racing thoughts in my head. My brain has been running scenarios since I laid down last night. I roll over again, not really wanting to get up, but knowing I can’t stay in bed any longer.

I grab my cell phone and look at the time. Almost ten. I stayed in bed later than I thought.

I head to the kitchen to make coffee and revel in the silence around the house. No machinery is making noise; no loud instructions are being yelled by workmen. Just silence.

Kegan didn’t call or text to explain. I don’t know why I expected him to, but it doesn’t ease the sting of not being worth an explanation. I know I told him that Thursday night didn’t happen; he knows why I turned him down the half dozen times he wanted to hook up before, but that didn’t keep shit from blowing up in my face.

I sit on the back porch and enjoy the serenity I’m sure won’t last. Selecting Jillian’s contact in my phone, I press send and wait for her to answer.

“Nope,” is her greeting.

“Nope what?”

“You’re not calling to cancel our plans tonight. I don’t care how much you want to. You need to go out more than anyone I know.”

“I’m calling,” I begin, “because I want to know what you’re wearing. The last time we went out we practically wore the same thing. I want to look different, noticeable beside you, not like your cross-dressing brother.”

I don’t really look like a boy, but beside Jillian and her plump ass and way more than a handful breasts, anyone without curves looks a little masculine.

“What were you thinking?” she asks as if she didn’t just preemptively bite my head off.

“That half maxi dress. You know the one with the turquoise bottom and shimmery, black, flowy top.”

“The one that’s super snug and short?” I can hear the thrill in her question.

“Yes, that one.”

“Perfect,” she praises. “I think I’ll go with the coral mini skirt and a new white sequined top I got last week.”

“Sounds great. Pick me up at eight?”

“Seven,” she clarifies. “We’re heading out of town tonight. We’ve exhausted the waters in town. Tonight calls for a fresh hunting ground.”

“I’m not hunting, Jillian. I just want to have a few drinks and dance.”

“Well, I’m hunting. So just deal with it.”

“You’re always hunting,” I mumble under my breath.

“What’s that?” she asks.

“I’ll see you at seven,” I tell her before hanging up.

Jillian may be older, but sometimes I wonder who the twenty-five-year-old is in this friendship.

True to Jillian form, she was twenty minutes late whereas I was ready half an hour beforehand. One of these days she’ll be on time, but today isn’t her day. A plus is that she hired a driver tonight since we’re going out of town and planning on copious amounts of alcohol.