Page 7 of Claiming His Reunion Obsession

I want him to claim me, to take me as his own.

Forever.

Chapter Six

Quinn

It takes everything I have not to act out when I hear Chelle cry out from the bathroom. I practically kick the door open to get to her, that other woman, the bubble chested bimbo.

I’m glad she was never in my class, and I’m cut up that Chelle felt she could never come to me, as her teacher, or any of her teachers about it.

To think that bullying like this was going on right under our noses, escaping us. It makes my stomach turn. It makes me love Chelle even more for being so brave about it, for coming to this reunion tonight, for being grown up enough to face her demons.

And there it is.

I love her. Is it possible, even after such a short amount of time?

Yup. You bet it is. My heart’s never wrong, and I’m a man who knows what he wants.

I don’t just want Chelle, I love her. I want her to love her, for the rest of my days. No matter what.

I feel each of her sobs as my own, I grind my jaw tighter than my fists when I hear how those people treated her so bad. I can feel her tears going straight to my heart and I vow, to myself and to her that nobody is ever going to make her feel that way again.

Nobody. And if they even try, they’ll answer to me.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffs, patting my front where she’s been crying as I hold her as close as I dare, as tight as I dare without hurting her. I want her that much, I need to be inside her more than anything now.

I look down at her reddened eyes, using my thumbs to wipe away the last of her tears.

“I don’t want to see you cry anymore, Chelle. Only smiles from now on, with us. Not them.”

I lean down, feeling her trembling in my arms, like a small animal now, all the wildness frightened out of her. I need to show her how much she means to me. How much I love her.

How much I want her.

Our faces draw closer, and I can feel the warmth of her breath on my lips as hers quake less than an inch from my own.

I let out a groan of satisfaction, her own body yielding to mine completely…

And then the door bursts open, startling us both and making Chelle jump an inch off the ground.

“Oops! Sorry, hey! This is the ladies y’know… go get a room or something…” the voice says half-laughing at us in a nice way, it’s one of the nice people at the reunion, one of the hundreds of nice people in the building. But Chelle’s still spooked from her run in with Cindy and I shield her, drawing her to me like precious cargo as I guide her out into the empty hall.

“You wanna go someplace else?” I ask her, remembering the awful state of both my truck and my apartment.

Not ideal for any visitors, let alone the love of my life…

“I want you to do that again,” she whispers, clutching me again, looking up at me intently.

“Do what?” I ask, still wincing internally about the state of my solo, bachelor life after more than twenty years.

“What we almost just did in there, silly!” she says, smiling now, punching my chest lightly.

And I feel better, I know it wouldn’t matter where we went. I know we’d be happy because we’re together. Finally.

I lean in again, and the whole corridor, the whole world, even the same woman coming out of the bathroom again rolling her eyes at us. It all disappears.

It’s like we’re floating on a cloud, looking down on the world we left behind, our mouths joined as our souls yearn to be.

The passionate intensity of her kiss surprises me, but I register my own as I lift her up easily, and feel her legs wrap around my waist. Her arms are around my neck and I feel the fullness of her chest, the warmth between her thick thighs pressing against my already hardening groin as I press her back to the wall next to the door of the ladies room.

“I want you Chelle,” I hear myself growling, her own little moans, her whole body shaking against mine, her only reply.

It’s the only reply I need.

As fate would have it, we’re within staggering distance of an empty classroom, the door unlocked. I open the door with one hand, holding Chelle right up against me with the other.

Jackpot.

I picked a room with some huge bean bags, couches and easy chairs. It’s a chill out room for students, something we never had when I was at school and they were only debating to have them at all as I left the profession.

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