Page 68 of Dare You to See Me
He squeezes my hand and turns to the class. “Kids. I am showing Ms. Brooks our supply closet. Please stay in your seats and continue working on your morning warm-ups.”
The kids all agree and put their heads back down to focus on their work. I follow him to the back of the room and through an open doorway I’ve never noticed. Open shelves line three walls stocked with paper, crayons, markers, tissue, snacks. Everything a kindergarten class would need.
My eyes take it all in when my body is suddenly pressed against the wall. Before I know what’s happening, Malik’s lips are on mine.
“Malik,” I whisper and try to push him away.
I don’t try very hard because in all honesty, I don’t want him to stop. I want to climb him like a tree and beg him to make me feel good just like the other night.
My nipples harden and he rubs his hard cock on my core. I practically melt, I’m so hot. When he pulls away, we’re both heaving for air.
“I wish I could take you home and fuck every worry out of you.” He rests his forehead on mine and closes his eyes. “Stay as long as you need. When you’re ready to leave, you can take my truck home and when you come to pick up Dahlia, I’ll drive you both home.”
“Malik. That isn’t necess–” He kisses me softly, swallowing my words.
“It is necessary. I won’t be able to sleep tonight without knowing you two are home safely. Okay?” His gaze is intense, full of worry and longing.
“Okay.”
He shows me a few things I can do, then leaves me with one last kiss. I work on various projects, read a story to the kids and when it’s time for lunch, I finally leave. And just like he insisted, I drive his truck home.
I’m nervous walking out of the school into the teacher parking lot. I keep looking around, waiting for someone to pop out and ask what I’m doing here. When no one rushes out, I climb into his truck and start it up. I adjust the seat and mirrors, but stop when something catches my eye.
A towel that looks like the one that went missing from my kitchen sits on the back seat. I study it, not wanting to move anything, but it must be purely coincidental. I bought the dish towel from Target, and I’m sure a thousand other people did as well.
I shake the thought off and head home, feeling a little lighter having spent the morning with my sweet girl and the man who has me utterly consumed.
TWENTY-NINE
MALIK
The day Soleiltold me about Wesley showing up at her house, I spent my entire lunch and planning period researching what I could find on him. I had his address from the parent information forms, and it was easy to find his employer.
After taking Soleil and Dahlia home, and having dinner with them at Dahlia’s insistence, I went straight home and changed into what has become my nightly riding gear. Dressed all in black, I waited until the dark blanketed the night and rode my bike over to Wesley’s neighborhood. I parked a couple of blocks away from his house and stealthily scurried to his yard. It gave me flashbacks of being a punk kid, sneaking into yards and houses with my brothers, and doing nothing good.
Hiding behind shrubs and vehicles, I reached his house. The lights were all out and the house was still. His truck wasn’t parked in the driveway, so I assumed it was in his garage. I looked around for flood lights and cameras, but didn’t spot any. I moved quickly to the side of the garage where a door was and twisted the knob. The idiot wasn’t even smart enough to lock the damn thing.
I stepped into the garage and saw his truck sitting amongst tools and yard equipment. I looked around and spotted a box cutter and got a horrible idea. I grabbed it, walked over to his truck, squatted down and tore the box cutter through his tires. One after the other, I made sure that the fucker wouldn’t be able to move an inch out of this garage.
I raced out of there as the tires hissed with leaking air and ran all the way back to my bike. While my intentions were to go home, I found myself pulling up in front of Soleil’s house just minutes later.
She was becoming an addiction that I couldn’t shake, but I had to know she was safe. So I did a walk around her house, checking all of the windows and doors to ensure they were locked, then stood staring into the window to watch her sleep. I could’ve camped out there and watched her until the sun came up. I never wanted to take my eyes off of her. If I knew she wouldn’t freak out, I’d tell her to stay at my house for a few days. Maybe a few weeks. Hell, I’d like to lock her inside my walls forever.
After thirty minutes, I crept out of her yard and finally went home.
I smile thinking about the events of last night, as I step out of the shower. Mason’s mom dropped him at class this morning so I didn’t get to see how Wesley looked this morning. But I hope seeing his truck vandalized scared the shit out of that asshole. He won’t understand the message, but maybe that will stop him from sneaking up on my girl. Fucking creep, stalking her online and just showing up at her house.
The towel is secured around my waist just as I hear my phone buzz on the counter. My body tingles when I see a message from Sunny Girl on my server.
SG:Hi King. Are you available to talk?
I answer back immediately, not caring at all about my haste.
Me:For you, always. Want to video?
The cursor blinks as she types.
SG:Sure.
