Page 69 of Single Teddy
Because even in my dreams, he was there, servicing and admiring me.
So it was no surprise that I woke up with a boner and a desperate need to come again.
“I think…I think I have a crush on Wesley,” I admitted to myself when I was in the shower and my cock went hard instantly as soon as Wesley came to mind. Not that I could ever stop thinking of him and his cute smiles.
TWENTY
WESLEY
The following day, I was back at the Barnes house on Aster Lane, and this time, I was there with a mission.
“Hello? Is anyone here?” I said, poking my head through the curtains, and when I heard no response, I raised my voice.
“Mr. Crawford!” Niko appeared from the living room and ran toward me. “Shhh,” he said, putting his finger on his lips. “He’s sleeping. He doesn’t like it when we wake him.”
My guts twisted at the confession, and I had to fight every urge in my body not to grab both kids right here, right now, and take them as far away from this man as possible.
No, instead I went deeper into the lion’s den. I found Valentin in the living room playing with a toy car, his lips pursed as if trying to imitate car noises, but no actual sound came out.
Those poor souls had even suppressed the most innocent of play time so as not to anger the man that was supposed to love and support them.
“Have you boys started on your homework yet?” I asked them, and naturally, they shook their heads.
I looked around me, but nothing had changed since my last visit. I really wanted to grab a cloth and start cleaning, but I didn’t think that would bode well for me. Instead, I pondered whether I should lift the armchair cushion to check if the bug was still there in front of the kids, or if I should just keep them out of the loop as much as possible.
I opted for the latter, so I took a seat instead and quietly instructed them to bring their bags so we could start on homework.
As with every other move they made, they were so quiet I felt as if I’d lost my hearing, watching them navigate their space, their supposed home, like cat burglars instead of as kids.
They returned and took their homework folders out, and as they started working on their exercises, I took out some fresh fruit and muffins I’d made and put them in the center of the table, still in their plastic container.
“Help yourselves to anything,” I told them, taking immense joy in seeing them reach for the plums and apples first.
I let them fill their bellies and stood back up again, determined to inspect every nook and cranny of this place in hopes of finding what I was looking for. I squeezed the phone in my jeans pocket to ensure it was there and started in the same room, acting as if I was just interested in the limited books scattered around, then went out into the hallway.
As expected, I didn’t find anything in there either or any of the other rooms on the ground floor, but when I passed the kitchen, I saw it. A device.
A cell phone laying idle on the counter.
“Bingo,” I whispered and walked in.
Something stirred to my side, and I jumped, clutching my chest as I gasped for breath.
Mr. Barnes was sprawled all over the kitchen table, fast asleep, surrounded by bottles of beer, snoring like a beast.
Shoot.
I swallowed the knot that had formed in my throat and glanced at the device on the counter, desperate to ignore the way my heart had started to race.
My feet weighed like rocks all of a sudden, and taking any steps forward became a chore, but I tried to get as close to the device as possible before I took the phone out of my pocket and placed it on top of Barnes’s device.
“Who the hell are you?” he grumbled beside me, making me jump again, and I turned around to face him, despite how close I was to going into cardiac arrest.
“It’s me, Mr. Barnes. Mr. Crawford. The kids’ teacher?”
His eyes became crossed and his face twisted in all kinds of ways before he said, “The fuck are you doing here?”
“Oh. I…I’m here to tutor the kids like we dis?—”
