“Me too.” And when I say it, I realize half the reason is because I want to spend more time with Joel.
Throughout the stress of the last few hours, knowing Joel was out there looking for Justin was the only thing that allowed me to keep it together. I knew Joel would find Justin and bring him back. There’s something about Joel that makes me feel safe. And the way he’s looking at me now, it makes me feel desired.
It must be the adrenaline from the past few hours making me bold, because I lean toward him. His gaze darts to my lips, and he closes the gap between us.
His warm lips press against mine, and the heat is a shock that makes me gasp in surprise. He pulls back, his eyes scanningmine, questioning. But I want this; I need this. I loop my hands around his neck and draw him to me.
Our lips crash together, and I sigh as the tension from today melts away. My lips part, and his tongue claims my mouth. Energy courses between us, and heat flows down my entire body.
His hands tangle in my hair, and I sigh as the kiss deepens. Every tension from today, the broken down min-bus, the unexpected hike, the missing student, and the damn stress of being responsible for twelve teenagers, melts slowly out of my body. I lean into Joel, and he’s solid and warm and sturdy. He’s safe. He’s also electrifying, and as his hands slide down my back, my sigh turns to a moan as I shift in the chair and arch into him.
My breasts brush against his chest, and even through the fabric the contact sends spikes of heat dancing across my chest, making my nipples hard.
There’s a knock on the door, and my eyes fly open. I pull away, suddenly remembering where we are, and the twelve students in the surrounding cabins.
The door opens, and Dana pokes her head through it.
Joel stands up quickly, almost knocking his chair over, and I turn away and stand up. I fold my arms over my chest, covering my hard nipples that poke through my t-shirt. My hair falls over my face, and I’m grateful that it hides my swollen lips and guilty expression.
“Am I interrupting?”
“Not at all,” says Joel, managing to sound completely unflustered and normal, as if he’s used to getting caught making out by his daughter.
And maybe he is. I know almost nothing about him.
I pull my hair back and turn around, trying to hold myself together. Dana is glancing between us, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. I remember the look she gave us in the kitchen, and a new wave of guilt floods me. It’s lucky the lights are low in here so it hides my blush.
“Everything okay?”
Her eyes dart between us, but she doesn’t ask any more questions.
“Madison’s freaking out. She could do with a pep talk.”
I had forgotten about Madison and her anxiety and how she might be handling herself after today’s events.
“It’s been a big day.” I reach for my coat. “I’ll go and see her.”
I leave Dana with her dad and head to the girls’ cabin. The cool air does nothing to calm my racing heart. I lost a student, and now I’m making out with the parent helper. If I want to keep my job, I need to keep control of myself.
17
JOEL
It feels as if there is a furnace burning inside me. My fingers buzz from where I touched Brooke, my lips tingle, and my cock strains at my pants.
It takes every ounce of internal control to face my daughter and pretend like I wasn’t just making out with her teacher.
Dana crosses her arms and peers at me suspiciously.
“I don’t want to know what you two were doing before I came in here.”
I open my mouth to protest, but she holds up a hand. “No Dad. I really don’t want to know. And if anyone else finds out I will bemortified.”
I lower my head in shame. She’s right. I’m on a school camping trip; Brooke is Dana’s teacher. I have to control myself.
Yet, I want to see Brooke when this is over. I want to take her out, and Dana will need to accept that. But when I look at my daughter, I realize this isn’t the time to broach the subject. She’sworried about the two of us making out on the school camping trip, like she’s the adult and we’re the wayward students.
“I’m going back to my cabin, and I’m trusting you to behave yourself.”
