Page 17 of Teaching Ms. Tingle

“Do I have anyone to compete with, Kinsley?”

“Compete with? What do you mean?”

“Have you…has there been someone else for you? Someone you…I mean have you ever loved someone else before?”

Stunned by his question, by the anguish in his tone, I turn. Knelt between his thighs, I gaze at him in the darkness. Light from the flickering move shows how much his question upsets him. How the answer could crush him. My heart thumps in my chest as my stomach flutters.

“No, baby,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to his gently. “There has never been someone else like you in my life. No one else comes close.”

“Kinsley,” he groans, pulling me flush against him. “If there was, I will make you forget them. I will make you forget anyone else exists.”

His mouth covers mine as I melt against him. He is right, of course. There is nothing for him to worry about because there was no one before him. No one who ever made me risk the things I am willing to risk with him. But if there was, he is right.

It took just one kiss for me to forget anyone else but Kane.

Chapter Eight

Kane

Dating was never all that important to me.

Girls got in the way of my plans before. In high school I went out a few times, fooled around a little, but it was never serious for me. Because no one was ever going to be enough to hold me back. No one was going to put me off my game and have me risking my future.

Now, it took one date with one woman for me to want to risk it all.

Watching Kinsley gaze up at the screen set up in the park, I know nothing will ever be this good. No date could ever top this one. We did it a little backwards, sure. I guess once we knew this was happening, there was no chance of us keeping our hands to ourselves.

“Mmm, you smell so good. Have I told you that yet?” I murmur against her neck as I drag her closer, snuggling into her softness.

Giggling, she nods as my hands rub up and down her thighs. I can’t stop touching her. I can still remember how tight I fit inside her, how her perfect tits bounced as she fucked me. How soft she was when I held her after, both of us breathless and satisfied.

“Well, you smell delicious. Even better now because of the popcorn. I tried to figure out what you wore once,” I admit, kissing down her throat. “I went to that perfume place with Hailee and Paisley just to try to find what one you might wear. The guys still give me shit for it.”

“Kane, how many people know that you…well, that you were…”

“Obsessed with the hottest professor on campus? Anyone who saw how I look at you, I would guess,” I tease, gripping her thighs as she tenses. “I am kidding, babe. Connor and Bran know, of course. They know I come to the class just to see you. Dash might know, another dude on the team. He’s a cool kid though, he idolizes Connor so he would never run his mouth for fear of pissing off his QB.”

“You said you never loved football. You talk about it as if you do.”

“Well, I love it a little, I guess,” I answer, thinking about it. Now that I have her, I know there is nothing even close to this. Not football, not my buddies on the team, not even my degree. She is it for me, the single most important thing to me now. I never thought I had a shot with her and now that she’s mine, I won’t ever let her regret giving me a shot. “I love the guys. Being on a team, it was the first time I knew what a family could be like. Tell me about your family, baby. I want to know everything.”

Kinsley turns, snuggling into me as the movie is forgotten. I kiss her lips softly, sensing she is struggling with her answer. I hold her closer, wishing I could take away whatever has the sad look in her eyes.

“Just my parents. I was an only child. When I got sick,” her voice goes soft. “I think they decided they couldn’t do it all again.”

Thinking about her sick, fighting for her life, it terrifies me. I had a rough go of childhood too, in and out of foster homes or even out on the street. When I found football, I found a family, a place to call home.

“That or they knew they got it perfect the first time.”

“Oh, nice. Very good with the lines, Mr. Hilton. How am I to believe you never date?”

“Call me anything other than Kane orOh, God, and I’m stuffing my cock inside you right here, kitten,” I tell her with a warning smack to her ass. Kinsley giggles, her head falling back as the melody of her laugh warms my heart. God, I am so crazy about her.

It was more than some obsession from afar. More than me wanting to nail the hot professor. From the very first moment I saw her at Excelsior fountain, I knew she was it for me. The pull between us is obvious, even the times I have snuck into her class. Kinsley knew I was there, even if we never spoke a word to one another. She could feel me there.

“Stop it,” she hisses at me, glancing around as if she cares that people might see us out together. Maybe at first she did. Hell, maybe I was worried too, afraid if someone saw us it would be over before it started. Neither of us care, not really. Not when it feels this good to be together.

“Nah, I don’t think I will. Whenever I call you my good girl or kitten, you make this little sound. So soft I barely hear it. Makes my dick so hard. It’s the same sound you made when you sat on my cock earlier. You love it. Love when I call you my good girl or tell you how bad I want you to sit on my cock again. Because that’s what you want too, yeah? Nothing wrong with us wanting one another this bad, Kinsley. It’s right, you know it.”

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