Page 128 of Hot Four Teacher
He leans over to whisper, “If you don’t quit asking, I’m going to edge you later until you lose your mind.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll quit asking.”
“Good girl.”
He better be saying that later while we are naked.
I look over at him. I just stare. He’s such amanwith his broad shoulders and thick beard. I don’t think I’ve ever been more attracted to a man than I am to him. Maybe it’s because he really is that good-looking or that I know how good he is in the bedroom.
Or maybe it’s that I’m falling for him.
Hard.
I’ve never known what it’s like to be in love. Back in high school, I thought I loved Danny, but obviously, I didn’t. I’m not sure exactly what it feels like.
But if I had to guess, I’d say it’s how I feel about Dane. This man not only has done so much for me but also done so much for my daughter. I’ve never had anyone care for me like this. For once, I’m not worried about him hurting me.
He catches me staring. “What? Do I have something in my beard?”
“No,” I say, trying not to sound crazy. “I just like looking at you.”
He reaches over to take my hand in his and then brings it to his mouth to kiss it. “Back at you, baby.”
As we get closer to our destination, Dane starts showing me things around Portland that mean something to him. We drive past where his old school that he taught at used to be. After the fire, they tore the whole thing down, which I think broke Dane’s heart a little bit.
Then, he points out his childhood home. “See the handprints on the stairs?” He asks.
I nod.
“My sister and I did that. Our dad was on active duty overseas, so it was just us with our mom. We figured she’d be mad as hell, but she just laughed and said it gave our house character. When Dad finally did come home, Mom told him she had us do it. He thought the whole thing was her idea, and he never brought it up again.”
Still holding hands, I rub my thumb over his. “You don’t talk about your mom much. What was she like?”
He thinks for a moment like he’s getting lost in a memory. “She was pretty awesome. Most of the time, Dad was overseas, so she was usually doing it all by herself. But you’d never know it. She made it look effortless. I know it wasn’t, but she never let us know any different. She loved with her whole heart, and she was the exact opposite of my dad. He was all business and a hard-ass, but she brought out his softer side. When she died, it was harder on him than he would admit. But she made him promise to relax once in a while and have some fun.”
“Did he listen?” I ask.
He smiles at me. “Not until he had a massive heart attack. That chilled him out quite a bit.”
Before I know it, we are pulling into the large hotel that Ronnie booked for us.
Dane pulls up out front, and I get out to go check us in. When I get to the desk and give them the reservation number. The woman types a few things before smiling at me.
“Welcome, Mrs. Miller.”
I’m about to correct her when she says, “It looks like we have you in our honeymoon suite. Congratulations!”
Say what?
I’m about to question it, but I quickly realize it’s probably not a mistake. This has Ronnie written all over it.
I listen to the lady’s speech before she hands me the keys, and I can walk away. When I’m out of earshot, I immediately call my sister.
“Hey, sister,” she answers. “Are you already bored? Want me to send you a list of sex things to try?”
Part of me wants to see what would be on her list, but now is not the time.
“Honeymoon suite?” I question. “Aren’t you jumping the gun a little?”
