Page 71 of The Run Home
Shae smiled at him but quickly tucked herself against my side as I came around. “Thanks, Coach. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
I pushed on her back, leading us up the red carpet. Coach Johnson wasn’t subtle about checking out her backside which pissed me off. The guy had zero regard for how to treat women, which was concerning with him coaching a football team of impressionable young males.
“It’s all the tuna!” he hollered after us, roaring with laughter.
We left him behind and swiveled our heads left and right taking in the theatre. It had truly been transformed for prom,almost unrecognizable with all the glitz and glamour added. Shae and I skipped the food table, not wanting to trigger any remaining morning sickness. I had a plastic bag with her favorite crackers in my pocket just in case she got queasy, but we weren’t taking any chances. We said hello to students as we swept past to where the teachers and chaperones were huddled. The kids all looked amazing in their suits and dresses. I loved how so many of them gave Shae hugs. She truly was someone special. Even the kids knew it.
I kept my arm around Shae the whole time we chatted with fellow teachers. She never left my side either. It was like both of us didn’t want to be anywhere but together, neither of us afraid to be seen as a couple in front of our peers. It was about damn time Shae got comfortable with that concept.
Before long, Shae was shifting on her feet and I knew we had limited time to enjoy ourselves before her feet and ankles gave out. I buried my head in her neck and kissed that spot she always loved so much.
“Let’s dance, lovebug,” I whispered.
She lifted her head with a shy smile. “I’d love to.”
I felt like a spotlight was on us as I held her hand and led her to the dance floor. Students parted ways for us, having somehow made us unofficial royalty now that we were a couple. I spun her into my arms suddenly and Shae gasped, face lighting up with happiness. I held her tightly, our baby between us, swaying to the love song that spoke of a forever kind of love.
“You got something in your pocket, Mr. Wolfe?” Shae teased after the first song melted into a second.
I shifted my hips just enough for her to feel exactly what she did to me. “Nah. Just happy to see you.”
She tittered, but laid her head on my chest. We stayed right there for three songs in a row before the DJ put on somethingfast and jarring. Shae lifted her head from my chest, a grimace that told me she felt the same way about the sudden switch.
“Wanna get out of here?” I offered, happy to stay all night if she wanted, but also willing to leave if she got exhausted.
Shae looked around the theatre space and sighed a happy little sigh. “Yeah, I think I’ve got my fill. Plus my feet are killing me.”
We walked out arm in arm to the empty curb. Everyone had gone inside to eat and dance. An owl hooted from a nearby tree. I pulled my phone from my pocket and texted our driver.
“You are the prettiest woman at this dance, Shae Fletcher.”
She looked up at me, grinning. “And you’re the handsomest man.”
I shrugged. “It’s all the tuna.”
We both burst out laughing and were still laughing as the limousine pulled up. I helped her inside and then climbed in after her. I asked the driver to take the scenic tour and then hit the button to slide up the opaque glass partition.
Shae gave me a devious grin. “What did you have in mind, Mr. Wolfe?”
I leaned down and grabbed her legs around the ankles, hefting them into my lap. “First, let’s get rid of these death traps.” I pulled off her heels and nearly came in my pants with the way she moaned as I pried each one off.
“And secondly?” she asked, looking so pretty with her curled hair splayed across her impressive cleavage.
My wolfish grin told her everything she needed to know. “Everybody knows you’re supposed to get lucky on prom night, lovebug. Part of the prom experience.”
Shae’s returning grin was just as devious. She reached out her hand and pressed me back against the seat. “Say less.”
And suddenly my baby mama was hitching her leg over my lap, her dress gathered up around her hips, her boobs in myface. She sat down hard on my lap, her soft, warm center directly over my painful erection. I’d been trying to get it to disappear all night, but dancing with her had made it impossible. The press of her belly against mine added a new dimension to making out with a woman that I was quickly becoming addicted to.
Her hands slid into my hair and she kissed me, her hips already rocking against my erection. Her tongue plunged inside, teasing me with every whimper that left her mouth and settled in mine.
My hands fumbled under the layers of her dress before I found the skimpiest pair of panties I’d ever had the pleasure of groping. I yanked the single band of material aside and slid two fingers inside her heat.
She gasped and threw her head back, which made her breasts press further into my face. With my other hand, I pulled the straps of her dress down enough to lift her breasts out of the dress. They spilled out, a hedonistic display that had me gritting my teeth.
“Boon,” Shae moaned, her head coming back down to watch me suck a beaded nipple into my mouth. She was breathing as hard as I was. “Why is it always like this?”
I wasn’t sure she meant to ask that out loud, but I knew the answer. I switched to her other breast, explaining in between pumping my fingers in and out of her wet heat. “Because it’s you and me, lovebug. It isn’t like this with anyone else.”
