Warmth that has nothing to do with lust or my desire to possess her stirs in my chest from knowing I’m the one who soothed her. “I don’t want to go.” The thought slips past my lips in a confession.
“I don’t want you to go either,” she admits.
“Next time I touch you, I promise I’ll be able to hold you after.” I kiss her again softly.
“I promise not to bother you tomorrow morning,” she says as I start to pull away.
“You have my express permission to break that promise. I’ll just wake you up earlier.” I kiss my way down her jaw and suck on her neck right under her ear, hard enough that I know I’m leaving a mark.
Waylynn tilts her head back, proving she wants more just as much as I do. When I pull away, the bruise is already forming. She reaches up with tentative fingers, touching the mark I left.
“Are you certain you want to go into school today? I’m sure you could get it excused,” I offer. I would like to imagine her here like this, where I left her, satisfied and waiting for more.
“No, I need to go, and so do you.” She pushes at me weakly.
“Fine.” I glance up at the clock as I stand. It’s only been fifteen minutes. I’ll still make it to school with a few minutes to spare. Not my usual time, but it’ll do.
“I’ll see you in class, Ms. Graff.” My voice is gruff, the same one I use to intimidate the students, but she just lifts her arms above her head and stretches like a lazy cat with a sweet little grin on her lips.
“I’m looking forward to it, Mr. Gravlin.”
A rough growling sound works its way up my throat as I adjust my cock while she watches. Her cheeks tinge pink, but she doesn’t look away. The next two hours are going to be torture.
Bates
It might be a little overeager,but when I went home yesterday to get the generator, I also packed a duffle with a few changes of clothes and let my mom know I would be staying with Memphis for a few days.
When I get off work at four-thirty, I send Waylynn a text.
Me:It’s Bates. Mind if I come by?
Oswald promised she was fine last night after he talked to her, but I don’t just want to show up. She might be sick of having us around.
Waylynn:Sure.
Waylynn:The guys aren’t here yet, just so you know.
Me:So long as it’s okay with you.
Waylynn:Yup. Come on over, but you have to help me decide what’s for dinner.
Me:That I can do. Need anything?
Waylynn:No thank you.
I don’t break any speed limit laws, but I sure as shit bend a few to get to her place in record time. I regretted leaving her house the second I did yesterday when we had time alone, but I wanted to make sure she could charge her phone and computer.
I pull my van up near her garage, which gives Memphis more than enough room to park in the driveway behind me. I doubt it will be long before he gets home anyway.
When I knock on the door, she calls, “Come on in.”
“Are you trying to give Memphis a heart attack?” I tease as she comes into the kitchen from the sitting room.
“No, why?” she exclaims as if I’m dead serious.
“The door was unlocked, and you just told me to come in.”
“I saw you pull up.” She points back into the room she just left with all the windows.
