Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Mary Ellen starts to cry as if this news breaks her heart. I ignore her because those are her fake tears. She’s used them on me enough times for me to know the difference.
Adam sighs. “Unfortunately, Mr. Langford, that violates school policy.”
“And the law!” Mary Ellen hisses, cheeks wet with crocodile tears. “I can’t believe I was married to a pedophile.”
A flash of anger burns hot through me. “She’s eighteen and none of your damn business.”
Her eyes twinkle with delight. She always loved whenever I’d lose it and get pissed. I’m normally a pretty calm guy. That is, when people aren’t fucking with me or the ones I care about.
“School policy states that if a teacher and a student are involved in a romantic relationship, it’s grounds for immediate termination. I’m so sorry, Mr. Langford.”
“Arrest him!”
I tear my gaze from Mary Ellen to look over at Sheriff McMahon. He rolls his eyes. At least I don’t think I’m going out in cuffs today.
“So, I’m fired,” I say with a heavy, resigned sigh. “Guess I’ll go then.”
Mary Ellen stands and glowers at the sheriff. “Aren’t you going to do something, Sheriff? He’s been fucking a teenager!”
I also rise to my feet with a little more force than necessary which has both Adam and the sheriff mimicking my action. I’m not going to touch my ex. I just want to get the hell out of here.
“She was always eighteen,” I spit out. “I never touched her before. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to grab my shit and go.” Then, to Mary Ellen, I shake my head. “You’ll be hearing from my attorney.”
I do just as I said I would. Collect my crap, call my attorney, and then add in an extra stop on the way home. Place a restraining order on Mary Ellen. At least that makes me feel a little better about losing my job.
Good Girl: I’m taking an Uber to your place since mine had to go to the body shop. Mindy said Coach Long told her she should tell me to make sure you’re okay. What happened?
I reply back to her as soon as I get the message.
Me: I’ll tell you all about it when you get here.
By the time I hear a knock on my apartment door, I’ve changed into a T-shirt and athletic pants. I open the door and I’m reminded why getting fired was worth it.
Addison is a vision.
Always is.
You’d never know she was physically assaulted yesterday. Her makeup is flawless and her long blonde hair has been straightened to perfection. When I skim down to her exposed arms and legs, I finally see the damage that was caused.
She has a massive bruise on her thigh in the shape of the bat. There’s another one on her arm and her knees have small scabs from the asphalt.
“Come here,” I rumble, tugging her into arms.
She hops, indicating she wants me to hold her, so I do just that, holding her ass so she doesn’t fall. Our mouths meet with a desperate, needy kiss. I somehow manage to close the door before carrying her to my room. Within seconds, we’re naked and she’s pressed against me. I caress her hip, her back, her ass, aching to touch her everywhere. My cock is stone between us and leaking pre-cum. As much as I want to roll her onto her back so I can fuck her into oblivion, the need to make sure she’s okay wins out.
I move my hand to her face and stroke away hair from her eyes. “Missed you, beautiful.”
“Missed you too.” She smiles and gives me a slow, lingering kiss. “I’m afraid to ask why you’re home in the middle of the day, but I have my suspicions.”
Running my thumb over her cheek and then jaw bone, I let out a heavy sigh. “Got fired.”
“Really?” Her eyes dart back and forth between mine. “How come? What happened? Because of yesterday?”
I steal another quick kiss. “Nah. Mary Ellen ratted me out. And when Adam confronted me, because he was being forced to, I admitted it. I could have lied…”
“Why didn’t you?”
I smile at her. “I don’t want to hide this thing between us like it’s a dirty little secret. I’m proud to be your boyfriend. You’re beautiful, sweet, smart as hell. I’ve finally found someone who isn’t afraid or ashamed to love me. Why in the hell would I want to keep that a secret?”
Somehow, words turn into kisses, and then I’m inside of her, breathing heavily against her sweet lips. She moans and whimpers, fingernails digging into my shoulders as she begs for more. After taking our time, and we both have an epic orgasm, I fall against her, my softening cock plugging all my cum inside her. She lazily strokes my back, not bothered to move from her prison.