Page 78 of Hot Four Teacher
I want to keep arguing with her to get her to see my side of things. But I know that right now, she needs time to process all of this. I’m not going to get anywhere with her until she does.
“Okay,” I say.
“I’m just trying really hard not to fuck up my kid.”
“While I may not agree with it, I understand it,” I tell her.
She lets out a loud huff. “Could you stop doing that?”
My brow furrows. “Doing what?”
“Being so fucking nice!”
“You don’t want me to be nice to you?” I ask, even more confused.
“No, I don’t!” She starts emphasizing with her hands. “If you are Mr. Nice Guy, it makes this even harder. If you’re a jerk or mad at me, it will make it way easier to walk away.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “You want me to be a dick to make thiseasierfor you?”
“Yes!”
“Well, I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not going to do anything to make this easier on you.”
She looks at me with pleading eyes, but I’m not budging on that point.
I continue. “If you’re ending this, I sure as shit don’t want it to be on a bad note. If it’s this easy for you to walk away–”
She cuts me off. “You think this is easy for me? You may be the best man I’ve ever met, and Ireallylike you. And I mean look at you. Why do you have to be standing there like that in just a towel?"
“You interrupted my shower, remember?”
“Still. Do you know how hard it is to have this conversation with you all shirtless? And wet? And you know that I can see the outline of your dick through that towel, right?”
As she speaks, she seems to get more and more flustered.
“So what?” I ask. “What does it matter to you? You’re walking away.”
She stares at me, and I try to figure out what she’s thinking. I half expect her to end this conversation right here and walk out the door.
But she stays.
Although a war wages within her mind, her feet stay planted. She continues staring with her jaw clenched. Now, I’m convinced she’s about to give me hell. She will probably bait me so that we get in a fight.
Before I have time to even realize what is happening, she practically jumps into my arms. Her lips attack mine while her hands rip off the towel that was covering my lower half.
I have no idea what switch flipped in her head, and quite frankly, I don’t give a shit. Getting close to her right now is the only thing that matters.
With my hands firmly on her ass, I lift her so that her legs wrap around me. She lets out a tiny squeal as her feet come off the ground.
Her lips move from my mouth down to my neck where she sinks her teeth in. It’s not enough to really hurt, but it’s plenty to tell me how she wants this to be.
Hard and fast.
If that’s what she wants, that’s what she’s going to get.
Not wanting to take the time to walk to the bedroom, I walk only far enough to lay her on the couch.
My hands quickly work to pull her clothes from her body, and my lips hastily kiss every inch that comes into view.
