Always You (10 page)

“Really?” she said, draping her
arms around my neck. “Tell me, what is it about me that winds you up, Mr.
Reid?”

Where did I start? Everything
about her excited me, from her smoldering eyes to the way she laughed. I
reached around and unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders. I kissed her
cheek, then her jaw, slowly sucking my way down her neck to her perky, round
breasts.

“Everything,” I murmured, my
tongue rolling over her nipple. “There is nothing about you that doesn’t excite
me. You make me feel alive.”

She pushed my head up to meet
her lips, kissing me deeply, tasting me, grinding her hips against my erection.
God, what is she doing to me?

I couldn’t stand this anymore.
I couldn’t have her so close to me and not be inside her. Standing up, I
stepped out of the tub, holding out my hand. She took it, her brows furrowed in
confusion. After she stepped out, I lifted her into my arms and carried her
through to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” she
giggled, her fingers stroking the back of my neck.

“What do you think I’m doing?”
I growled, throwing her wet body down on the bed. She laughed as I climbed on
top of her, my hands exploring her breasts. She moaned as I squeezed her
nipple. I loved the way it hardened at my touch. God, I loved everything about
her.

“Are you okay with this?” I
muttered, stroking her skin. She nodded, lifting her head up to kiss me.
 

My fingers ran down the curves
of her body, reaching the band of her lace thong. I looped my fingers around
it, pulling it down, exposing her perfectly groomed pussy. She lifted her hips,
allowing me to slide the thong down her legs and over her feet.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I
muttered as my fingers stroked her inner thigh. She parted her legs and
whimpered, her arm curving around my back.

I so badly wanted to feel
myself inside her—but more than that, I wanted to take my time. I pulled
her close to me, kissing her stomach and slowly trailing upwards, over her
breasts, to her neck. She whimpered as my finger circled the outside of her
wetness, while my lips found their way back to her mouth.

Her lips caressed mine, biting
and teasing me, just as I was doing to her. I kissed along her jawline, down
over her neck, to her breast. Her nipple was hard as I curled my tongue around
it, sucking gently, arousing her to no end. She gasped as I slid a finger
inside her, another massaging her clit.

She moaned, bucking her hips,
trying to push my finger further inside. I chuckled, and kissed her neck as I
thrust my finger inside of her again. She was so wet, and so ready. I slid
another finger inside her, moving them in and out quickly. He breathing began to
shallow as she clenched her hips, locking my fingers inside of her.

“Oh, oh God, oh yes, yes, yes!”
She arched her back, her hand clutching at the sheets, squeezing them in her
tight grip as she rode the climax. “Stop, oh God,” she cried. I chuckled, pulling
my hand away, kissing her.

God I need her.

I was as hard as fuck as I
lowered my boxers, kicking them off my legs. She smiled, her hand closing
around my length, moving her fist in a steady rhythm up and down my shaft.

Holy shit, that feels good.

She sat up and positioned
herself over me until my erection pressed at her entrance, teasing me. I
fumbled through my wallet and retrieved a condom. Tearing it open, I quickly
rolled it on before laying back, my hands on her hips.

Her eyes stayed on mine as she
lowered herself onto me, her tight, wet pussy milking my cock. She began to
rock back and forth, her breasts bouncing softly against the movement.

I rolled over so she was under
me and I was on top, her legs wrapping around my waist. My fingers brushed the
edge of her hairline tenderly as I stared into those eyes. I thrust myself
further inside of her as our lips found each other.

She is fucking amazing.
 

I moved myself inside her,
every thrust bringing with it another wave of emotion. Her pussy was so tight,
and so wet for me. I groaned, my length sliding in and out of her.

My movements sped up, the feel
of my cock inside her almost too much to handle. My God. I wanted the feeling
to last forever. There was something so fucking amazing about the build of that
first orgasm, my first time inside of her.

I gripped her neck, my body
tensing as I began to peak. My throbbing cock felt like it was going to explode
at any second. Finally, I released, my load shooting inside her, my body
jerking, unable to handle how sensitive she made me.

I kissed her, my lips hitting
hers with such passion. Still inside her, I held her in my arms, not wanting
the moment to end.

“That was…I don’t even know,”
she sighed. I chuckled, confident from her dreamy smile that she was satisfied.

“You’re pretty spectacular,” I
whispered. I rolled onto my side, bringing her into my embrace. We lay there,
her back against my chest, until we fell asleep.

I felt like the luckiest guy on
earth.

Dalton

I was in the classroom early on Monday morning,
mainly because I wanted to get my head in the right space before Wrenn arrived.
It was hard not to spend the entire period staring at her. The weekend had been
perfect.; it could not have been any more special. Now, just like that, it was
back to reality. Back to pretending she was just my student.

I knew how important it was to keep us a secret, but
it was getting harder and harder for me not to show my feelings for her around
others. When she spoke, I wanted to listen. I wanted to touch her face, and
smile when she laughed. God, I could spend all day staring at those beautiful
blood-red lips. And that dark hair, so dark it made her eyes pop.

“Mr. Reid?”

I looked up and saw Paige walking into the room.

“Paige. What can I do for you?” I asked her, trying
to keep the annoyance out of my voice. I sat back in my chair as Paige perched
herself on the edge of my desk, one leg over the other, her skirt riding
dangerously high. “I’d prefer you sit in the chair if you have something you
need to discuss with me.” I gestured to the seat that was safely on the other
side of my desk.

She narrowed her eyes but obliged, jumping off my
desk and walking around to the chair. “I was hoping I could arrange some one on
one time with you?” She raised her eyebrow, her lips forming a smile as she
held my gaze.

“One on one time?” I repeated.

“You know.
Tutoring
.”
There was no other way to interpret the tone of her voice. She may as well have
put tutoring in air quotes. “I hear you offer tutoring to some of your
students.” Her eyes twinkled at me as she smiled.

“Ms. Warner,” I began stiffly, “if you’re suggesting
what I think you are suggesting, I’ll have no choice but to report this.”

“Come on, Mr. Reid. I’m almost eighteen. You’re not
that much older than me. All I’m suggesting is that we have a little fun.
Nobody else needs to know.”

I wanted to laugh in her face. Did she honestly not
get it? Even if I weren’t her teacher, I’d have no interest in “getting” with
her. Ever.

“Ms. Warner, please take your seat. And if you bring
this up again, I will report you.”

Her face went red. She stood up, narrowing her eyes
at me.

At that moment, students began to file into the
classroom. Paige turned abruptly and walked over to her desk. She slumped down,
still glaring at me. The look in her eyes made me uneasy. I didn’t doubt that
if she wanted to, that girl could stir up a shitload of trouble.

Trying to forget Paige’s proposition, trying not to
pay too much attention to Wrenn, all the while trying to teach a class, was
impossible. Both girls were staring at me, Paige with a scowl and Wrenn . . .
well, she just looked at me with the same longing she always did.

“Paige, can you please read from the top of chapter
twelve.”

He eyes narrowed, but then she dropped her gaze to
her textbook and began to read. I sighed, relieved.
A few minutes without her glaring at me
. A few minutes where I
could sneak a glance at Wrenn, and maybe even a smile.

This was insane. I was losing control. All I could
think about was Wrenn, to the point where it was interfering with the rest of
my life.

This girl was getting under my skin— and I
loved it.

Wrenn

I walked across the grounds over to the house,
feeling great. Things were going really good. I felt like everything was
beginning to fall into place, and I could see the end. Paige had even stopped
making my life hard.

In less than two weeks I would be free of this place
forever. Less than two more weeks and I could go out in public with my
boyfriend. We could do normal,
couple
things. I felt my phone vibrate in
my pocket. It was Dalton.

Can I see
you? I miss your pretty little face.

I giggled as I replied.

You saw my
pretty little face yesterday in class
.

He replied right back.

That’s true, but there are things I want to do to you that would get me
fired if I did them to you in the classroom.

“Hey, slut.”

I turned around and glared at
Paige, who stood behind me, scowling, with one hand resting on her hip. So much
for her leaving me alone.

“What do you want, Paige?” I
sighed. I was not in the mood for this. Not today.

“I just wanted to talk. For old
times’ sake.”

I snorted. What the hell was
she talking about? I rolled my eyes and adjusted the bag of books over my
shoulder, waiting impatiently for her to get to the point.

“Leave me alone, Paige. You
know the best thing about leaving this place in two weeks’ time? Never having
to see your skanky little face again.” I turned and began walking away.

She sniggered behind me.
“Really? I would’ve put money on it being you being able to fuck your boyfriend
without him at risk of losing his job.”

What?
I froze, positive I’d misheard.

There was no way in hell she
knew. It just wasn’t possible. Paige walked slowly around me until her eyes
were level with mine. “Yeah, that’s right. I figured it out. And your reaction
just now? That confirmed it for me.”

“What do you want?” I said
through gritted teeth.

She laughed. “Nothing you can
give me, that’s for sure,” she smirked. “I’ll be in touch.”

I watched her walk away.

“Oh, and Wrenn?” she said
sweetly. “Tell that boyfriend of yours he could’ve done
so
much better than you.”

***

After practically running home
and locking myself in my bedroom, I called Dalton.

“Hey.” He sounded happy to hear
from me.

“Paige knows. She knows about
us.” I sank down onto my bed, covering my face with my hand. “What the hell are
we going to do?”

“What did she say?” Dalton’s
voice was flat.

I recounted our conversation,
leaving out the last bit where she’d said he could do better.

“I knew it. She practically
propositioned me after class today.”

Huh? She what?

That fucking bitch. Suddenly,
all I felt was anger.

“I’m sorry Dalton, I know how
bad this will be for you—”

“Hey,” he cut in. “If she
tells, she tells. It doesn’t change how I feel about you, okay? And honestly?
I’m not that worried. I think the last thing Paige would want is for her
classmates to think of her as a rat.”

I wished I was that convinced.

“Maybe we should lay low for a
few days,” I muttered, my head a scramble of conflicting thoughts. The idea of
not seeing him was torture, but this was turning into a mess.

“I can’t not see you,” he
murmured. “Come over tonight. Spend the night with me.” His voice dropped low
and husky. How could I say no when he sounded so damn sexy?

“Okay,” I sighed. “I just can’t
say no to you.”

Dalton

I hadn’t slept at all. I’d
spent the whole night with her in my arms, watching her sleep. She looked so
peaceful, so relaxed. So innocent, as though nothing in the world could touch
her. Thoughts invaded my head, all about her and what she was doing to me. It
was like I was scared to go to sleep just in case I woke up and all this was
only a dream.

Just before five, I woke her.
The sun was coming up, and I knew if we left it any longer the risk of us
getting caught would increase. She stirred, but didn’t rouse. I smiled and
leaned over to her, my lips touching hers. This time she smiled, her eyes
opening and gazing up at me.

“This is a nice way to wake
up,” she mumbled, stretching her body. I ran my hand under the covers, gently
stroking her breast. She smiled again, lifting her mouth up to meet mine.

“It’s getting light outside.
You’d better go,” I said, not bothering to hide my disappointment. If I
could’ve held her captive in my bed all day, I would have.

“Yeah, I know,” she grumbled,
fishing around for her clothes. “I can’t wait until I don’t have to sneak off.
I just want to be able to lie in bed with you.”

“I know,” I muttered. I reached
for her arm, pulling her back down onto the mattress.

She laughed, letting herself
fall over me
—h
er
hair over my face, her lips slammed against mine; I couldn’t get enough of her.

Hours, days together
—
none of it was
enough. A lifetime with her wouldn’t be enough.

She struggled away from me,
laughing. Her cheeks flushed red. Her green eyes narrowed at me as she put
enough distance between us so that I couldn’t reach out to her again. I shook
my head and chuckled, watching her dress. Fuck, she was so sexy. Standing there
in her mismatched panties and bra, trying to figure out what way around her top
went
—
every part of me ached for her.

She bit her lip and smiled at
me as she wriggled into her jeans. With one last kiss, she was gone. Out the
door, and into the night. I fell back to sleep, imagining she was still there
with me.

***

Friday’s classes went by
quickly. After work, I went home, having a few hours to spare before I was due
at Layna’s. I’d missed the last couple of dinners having been with Wrenn, and
my non-appearance hadn’t gone unnoticed. Layna had joked that if I weren’t at
this one, she’d come looking for me. I didn’t doubt that she would.

I had a theory that Mom had
been speaking to her. Mom was worried about me, but then again, she was always
worried about me. Especially since Dad had died. Mom spent nearly all her time
invested in taking care of me and making sure I was okay.

I dug out my phone and dialed
Mom. I felt bad that it had been a few days since I’d spoken to her. Knowing
how much she worried, I should have made more of an effort. She answered on the
fourth ring.

“Hey honey,” she said warmly.

I closed my eyes and pictured
her smile. “Hey, Mom. How are you?”

“Good. Busy, but good. How are
you, how’s work?” she asked.

“Fine. Almost over, and then
I’ll be back home.”

“And I can’t wait,” she replied.
“Have you applied for any jobs for next year?”

“Not really. I was thinking of
doing my elementary certificate. I don’t think I’m cut out for teaching
teenagers.” I chuckled.

“I was always surprised that
you went high school instead of elementary,” Mom agreed. “If that’s what you
want, then do it.”

“Yeah. Maybe I will.”

After ending the call with Mom,
I thought more about the next year. The more I thought, the more I realized
that’s what I wanted to do. I grabbed my laptop and navigated my way to Boston
University’s courses website.

Fuck it. I’ll do it.
I clicked Apply Now, and spent the next twenty
minutes completing my application for the post-graduate course that was due to
start midyear. It felt good, like I had a plan. I knew where I was heading for
once.

Just as I was about to shut my
computer down, an email from Cam popped up.

Hey man,

I got a freaking job! Finally! It’s a year-long contract for next year
in a decent public school in Farisbrook. Guess I’m growing up, huh? Time to
start acting responsibly, and curb the drinking and late nights. Good thing I
have a few months to clean up my act ;)

How’s life in private schoolgirl wonderland? Still hating it? Ha! You
should put in for a job back here.

Keep in touch man.

Cam

I chuckled at the thought of
Cam as a full-time teacher. Early mornings and paperwork were not his strong
points. I often wondered if he realized how much work went into teaching, or if
he’d chosen it because of the excessive holidays. Either way, he was about to
find out.

Congrats, man, that is fantastic! What will you be teaching?

Things here are the same. Only two weeks left, and I’m free. Not sure
what’s next for me. Thinking about going back to college and getting my
elementary degree. Less hormones to worry about.

What are you doing over break? We should catch up. There is someone I’d
like you to meet.

I pressed Send, and then
second-guessed the last sentence of my email. Cam knew me well enough to know I
didn’t do relationships. He didn’t know why, but from my countless one-nighters
throughout college, he knew me bringing someone home would be a big, big thing,
because it was something I’d never done.

***

Just as I was about to leave, I
picked up my phone and saw there was a text from Wrenn.

When you see me tonight, just know the sexy little number I’m wearing
is all for you ;)

I smiled and shook my head. She
was such a tease.

As long as
you
know that I’ll
be ripping said number off that body later tonight.

Her reply beeped through almost
instantaneously.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I groaned and went to get
ready. Being in the same room as her was hell. I had to monitor my glances and
ensure my attention wasn’t completely soaked up by her. It would be so easy for
anyone to see there was something between us. At times, I was honestly shocked
that nobody had picked up on our relationship.

I checked my reflection in the
mirror as I walked out of the bathroom. In my black cargoes, combined with a
shirt and my leather jacket, I looked pretty good. I slapped on some aftershave
and tousled my hair. There: done. Knowing I was seeing her made me want to put
effort into my appearance. Seeing her and not being able to touch and kiss her
drove me insane. I wanted her to feel that; I wanted her to feel as crazy as I
felt.

Wrenn was the last person I
expected to open the door. My mouth dropped. That oh-so-short black dress she
was wearing was almost criminal. She looked fucking amazing. Her creamy white
legs seemingly went on forever, lengthened by a pair of impossibly high
stilettos. She grinned at me, wrapping a strand of hair around her finger as
she waited for me to react.
React was
right.
She wasn’t playing fair.

How the hell was I going to get
through tonight with her in the room? How could I not stare at her the entire
time? What red-blooded man wouldn’t be eyeing her and thinking of all the dirty
things he’d like to do to her?

“Hey,” I finally said, finding
my voice.

“Hi. Come in.” She leaned
against the wall as I eased past her, moving at a deliberately slow pace,
making the most of our contact. She breathed heavily, which made me smile.
I can play that game as well as you.

“Everyone is through there,”
she said, pointing to the living room.

I nodded, my eyes leveling on
hers. I didn’t give a fuck where everyone was. Only her.

“You look fucking amazing,” I
whispered. I so badly wanted to kiss her. I wanted to push her back up against
that wall and explore her body.

A knock on the door made me
jump.

I shook my head, wondering to
myself how I’d gotten into this situation. Wrenn went for the door and I went
into the living room. It was raining out, so the usual patio gathering had been
moved into the inside. Layna waved at me from over near the sofa. I smiled and
nodded, saying hello to several colleagues who had also welcomed me.

Throughout dinner, I couldn’t
keep my eyes off Wrenn.

God knows I tried, but she kept
popping up. Her, in that dress—what hope did I have? I was sure everyone
I spoke to thought I was an idiot. I’d be deep in conversation, only to drift
off mid-thought as she passed me.

“Hey man.”

I looked up and saw Mark. “Hey.
Didn’t even realize you were here,” I said with a shake of my head.

“Yeah. You looked like you had
a few things on your mind,” he said pointedly, jerking his head toward Wrenn. I
flushed.
Fuck. If he’s noticed, who else
has?
He laughed. “It’s okay, dude. You’re allowed to look. I do it all the
time,” he added, chuckling, as he turned to check out Wrenn’s ass.

I wanted to punch him. I wanted
to grab hold of his face and wipe that little smirk off it. I wanted to drag
him outside and pulverize him for even
looking
at her. Fists clenched by my sides, I swallowed my anger, willing myself not to
react. This possessiveness I felt was so new to me. I excused myself to the
bathroom, needing to get away; I needed to pull myself together.

Out of the living room and into
the hallway, I leaned against the wall, trying to pull myself together.
This is crazy
. I was going to crack and
ruin everything. I was better off faking a headache and leaving. But of course
the fact that I’d had a headache would get back to mom…

Wrenn appeared from nowhere,
grabbing my hand and leading me away. She took me upstairs, into a room
—
her room
—
shutting the door behind her.

“You look so
angry
, Mr. Reid,” she said, her voice
sultry as she wrapped her arms around my waist. She gazed up into my eyes. She
was still a few inches shorter than me, even in those heels.

“I can’t stand other men even
looking at you, Wrenn,” I growled.

Her lips found mine as we
kissed, and I literally felt my anger melt away. I cupped her face with one
hand, my other exploring her bare thigh. She lifted her leg, wrapping it around
my waist. Hoisting her onto my hips, I pushed her back against the wall,
desperate for more of her, anything she would give me. I was hard as fuck, and
she giggled as her hand brushed past my erection, her eyes smiling up at me.

“I take it you like my dress?”
she breathed, her mouth on mine.

“I’d prefer it off you,” I
growled, my hand at the base of her head, raking through her long, dark hair.
We kissed again, my hands running all over her curves. She gasped as I carried
her over to her bed and threw her down.

“I don’t have a lock on my
door,” she whispered, her eyes wide.

“What are the chances someone
is going to walk in on us?” I asked her, nuzzling her neck. She breathed in
deeply as my fingers traced her inner thigh. My tongue began to circle her neck
as I ran my index finger along her panties. I felt her legs clench against my
hips as she let out a soft moan. “God, I want to taste you,” I muttered.

I reached under her dress and
pulled her panties down, over her legs, tossing them aside. I pushed her knees
apart, chuckling at her mortified expression.

“Has anybody ever gone down on
you before?” I asked, kissing her thigh.

She shook her head violently,
making me laugh again.

“Just relax.”

I slowly kissed my way down her
inner thigh, amazed at how soft her skin was. With each kiss she jumped,
knowing that each kiss brought me closer to her sex. I breathed in her scent,
running my tongue along the length of her pubic hair. She gasped, her back
arching against the sensation of my tongue. Her legs curled around my
shoulders, her hand raking through my hair.

God, she tastes good.

My mouth on her, I began to
lick, the sensation of my tongue dipping into the softness of her pussy so
fucking hot. I could stay here and do this to her all fucking night.

She spread her knees further
apart, her hand gripping the back of my hair as my tongue caressed her wetness.
She lifted her legs until they rested on my shoulders. Whimpering softly, her
fingers traveled up her stomach until they reached her breasts, rolling her
nipples between her fingertips, arching her back.

“Oh!” she cried as her hips
bucked into me, begging me to go deeper and further inside of her. Curling my
arms around her hips, I thrust her toward me as my tongue slammed deep inside
her, penetrating her.

“Oh hell yes,” she cried,
throwing her arm over her mouth to muffle her screams as she began to climax.
“God, don’t stop,” she gasped, again gripping the back of my head. My movements
slowed right down. I licked her slowly, enjoying watching her try to squirm out
of my grasp. She sat up, her cheeks flushed, pulling me up toward her.

“Holy shit, that was
so
good,” she whispered, wrapping her
arms around me. Her mouth crushed against mine, her taste still so fresh.

“Wrenn?”

We both froze, staring at each
other.

“Just a minute,” she called
out. “The balcony!” she hissed, her eyes wide with fear.

I nodded and sprung into
action. Opening the door just wide enough for me to squeeze out, I disappeared
into the darkness. I waited there, catching my breath, my eyes closed as I
listened.

“Hey, honey. Have you seen
Dalton? He was looking a little off before, and now I can’t find him.” Layna. I
knew
she was checking up on me. Damn
Mom.