With a beautiful flush across her skin, Raegan drops her feet to the floor and stands. Her palms slide down my chest, down my stomach, and her fingers hook onto the waistband of my boxer-briefs. She peels them off and my dick springs free, bobbing, hard and ready for her. Her eyes take me in, and then she looks up at me from under heavy lids and says, “Sit.”
I collapse into my chair, watching as Raegan straddles me. Fucking Christ. My eyes are on hers, those forest green eyes that mesmerized me the first night we met. I suck in a breath as she grinds against me, gliding back and forth, covering me with her wetness. I reach up and pull her mouth to mine, kissing her with so much want and need.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Raegan.”
“Jaxon,” she whispers, breathless.
I know what she wants. I want it too. I pull open the drawer behind her and fish for my wallet, our lips fused together. I must fumble for too long because Raegan looks over her shoulder and takes the condom from my wallet. She tears it open and rolls it over my length with hungry eyes.
She lifts up and then sinks down on me, slowly, savoring the feel of every inch as she takes me inside her. We both groan, and my head falls back while she molds around my dick. She pulls me almost completely out before sliding all the way back down. Raegan rides me, slow and controlled. It’s a blissful kind of torture.
Nothing has ever felt this good.
The way she’s twisting her hips, the way she feels, warm and tight, taking me deep … I’m not going to last. I wrap my arms around her and thrust, harder, faster, slamming her hips down onto me again and again.
“Yes … Jaxon … yes.”
I circle my thumb over her clit and Raegan goes over the edge again. She throws her head back and comes, hard, her entire body contracting on top of me. I’ll never get tired of hearing her scream my name like this.
With her still in my lap, I stand up and spin her around. She must know exactly what I want because she leans over and slaps her palms onto the desk in front of her.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper in her ear. “Spread those pretty thighs for me.”
I’m officially ruined. I’ll never be able to rid myself of the sight of Raegan bending over my desk with her legs wide open.
I push myself inside her and reach down to touch her legs, her hips, her breasts. Every inch of skin I can get my hands on while I plunge into her over and over. And just when I think this can’t get any hotter, Raegan brings my hand to her lips and takes my middle finger into her mouth. Her tongue wraps around my finger as she sucks on it, and pulls it out slow with a pop. Then she places my hand between her thighs.
Holy fucking shit. This woman is going to kill me. Maybe that’s her plan. Now ask me if I care. I’d gladly die right here, just like this.
I play with her clit until she comes. Again. That’s three times, in case you’ve lost count. I pick up the pace, driving inside her harder and faster, our bodies slapping against each other. Raegan arches her back, pushing her ass against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
The buildup over the past few months finally releases as the scorching-hot pleasure shoots through me. I let go. I curse and call Raegan’s name, coming harder than I’ve ever come in my life. I collapse against her back, reveling in this moment, both of us breathless and utterly spent.
I pull out of her and get rid of the condom. I sit back in my chair and pull Raegan down with me, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her swollen lips.
“Jaxon, that was …” She rests her forehead against mine. “That was incredible.”
I run my fingers through her hair and look into her eyes. “Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”
Raegan giggles. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s what this means.”
Days Left Until Summer Break: 90
Raegan
“Happy New Year. How was your break?”
My heart skips a beat when I recall my week with Jaxon. “It was great.”
Beth wags her finger at me. “I know that look, Rae. Tell me everything! Who is he?”
I giggle and cover my burning cheeks with my hands. “Is it that obvious?”
“You just floated in this office on a cloud. Now spill.”
“I met a guy on Match.”
Beth flings her arms around me. “That’s great news. I’m so happy you’re putting yourself out there.”
“It’s still very new, so I’m not telling too many people.”
Beth zips her lips. “My lips are sealed.”
I spent most of my winter break holed up in Jaxon’s apartment. It was strange going back there, but Jaxon said we were starting over with a clean slate. We made new memories in that apartment. Delicious, sex-filled memories.
Before I left, I asked him if he wanted to strip search me to make sure I didn’t steal anything. He didn’t think it was funny at first, but then I actually let him strip search me so everything was fine after that.
I haven’t told anyone what’s going on between me and Jaxon. Not the girls. Not Becca. Not even my mom. The less people that know, the better. It’s frowned upon for a principal to date a teacher in the same school. Neither of us wants to be moved, so we agreed to keep things under wraps for now. At least until the end of the school year.
It’s crazy to think that we’re dating after everything that happened between us. But I’m not complaining. I wanted him before I hated him, and even then, a part of me still wanted him.
I gesture to Jaxon’s closed door. “Is Mr. Waters in yet?”
Beth’s smile falls. “I’m afraid he won’t be in for a few days.”
“What? Why?”
“His grandfather passed away. He called me late last night.”
My stomach twists. Why didn’t he call me? “Oh. That’s sad.”
Beth nods. “Poor guy. Spread the word. Maybe we can collect a few dollars from everyone today and send him a fruit basket or something.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat and make my way to the door. “That’s a great idea, Beth. I’ll let everyone know.”
I head down to my classroom and close the door. Pulling my phone out of my purse, I see there’s a new text from Jaxon.
Jaxon: Good morning, beautiful. Call me when you get this.
I click on his name and he answers on the first ring. “Hey.”
“Beth just told me about your grandfather. Jaxon, I’m so sorry. You should’ve called me.”
“I didn’t want to wake you.” He sounds tired. “Figured I’d catch you before you got to work and saw that I wasn’t there.”
“What happened?”
“The doctor at the nursing home said he had a stroke. They tried to revive him but … I guess his body was too weak.”
My heart strains in my chest. “I wish I could be with you right now.”
“Me too, babe.”
“When’s the wake?”
“My mom’s on the phone with the funeral home now.”
“Text me when you have the information.”
“I will.”
The bell rings and I frown. “I’ll call you when I get out of work.”
“Okay. Have a good day, gorgeous.”
I sigh. “I’m really sad about your grandfather.”
“So am I. He would’ve been happy to know that we’re together. He liked you.”
I smile as tears prick my eyes. The morning bell cuts into our conversation and I groan. “Gotta go. I’ll call you after work.”
I walk into the funeral home alone.
Jaxon didn’t want everyone from school showing up to pay their respects, so he told Beth it was a private service.
“You don’t have to come,” he’d told me earlier. “I know you want to keep things between us a secret, and I understand.”
But I couldn’t bear the thought of not being beside him to hold his hand through this. So I swallowed my nerves and showed up.
I linger at the back of the room, spotting Jaxon with his family by the c
asket. Samuel looks at peace. At least he’s with his wife now.
I wait for the crowd to clear before making my way toward Jaxon. Relief floods his face as soon as he sees me, and he wraps me in his arms.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispers.
“I wouldn’t let you go through this alone.”
He sighs against my hair, holding me to his chest.
I pull back to look at him. Dark circles underline his bloodshot eyes. Lifting my hand, I caress his cheek. “I took the day off tomorrow so I can come with you to the funeral.”
He leans into my touch and closes his eyes. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”
“And who might this be?” We both turn to face the woman standing beside us. Tall and slender with dark hair, she smiles warmly. It’s the same smile that Jaxon has.
Jaxon wraps his arm around my waist. “Mom, this is Raegan.”
I extend my hand. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Waters.”
She waves my hand away and pulls me into a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you, Raegan. I’ve heard so much about you.”
I lift an eyebrow at Jaxon before his mother releases me. “All good things, I hope.”
She laughs softly. “Thank you for coming. I hope you’ll come back to the house for dinner later.”
“Oh, I don’t want to intrude on your family time.”
“Nonsense,” she says. “As Jaxon’s girlfriend, you’re part of our family now. Oh, there’s Mrs. Filmore. Excuse me.”
Jaxon pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry about that.”
I smile and squeeze his arm. “She’s sweet.”
“You don’t have to come back to the house if you don’t feel comfortable.”
“Do you want me to come?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then I’ll be there.”
My eyes skate over to where Jaxon’s father is standing several feet away. I know it’s him because Jaxon’s the spitting image of him. Tall and tan. Dark, intimidating eyes.
Eyes that are zeroed in on me.
That’s when I remember: Jaxon’s father had been the one to get the search warrant. Jaxon believes that I didn’t steal his grandmother’s ring … but his father might not share that same belief.
“So, Raegan, how long have you been teaching At Roosevelt?”
“Six years.”
“Aren’t there rules about dating a staff member?” Jaxon’s brother, Josh, asks.
The real Josh.
I look around the table, hoping my face isn’t as red as the tomato sauce in my bowl. “Well, we plan on keeping things quiet until the summer. We’ll figure out what to do from there.”
“Ah, yes. You’re a professional when it comes to keeping things quiet.”
Jaxon’s hand balls into a fist. “Don’t fucking start, Josh.”
“Make sure you check her purse before she leaves.”
Jaxon pushes out of his chair, but I pull his arm.
Mrs. Waters puts her hand up. “Enough. I don’t want to hear another word about that ring. Raegan is a guest in this house and you will treat her with respect.”
Josh mutters something inaudible before chugging the remainder of his scotch, his third glass.
“I know it must be hard to believe,” I say. “I’m a stranger and the ring is gone. But I can assure you that I didn’t steal anything from your family, and I’d never do anything to hurt Jaxon.”
Jaxon squeezes my knee under the table, and the conversation ends there.
We continue eating in silence. Jaxon’s father hasn’t said two words to me since we were introduced at the funeral home. I hate that my presence is causing such a strain on the family, especially during such a sensitive time. But if Jaxon was able to trust me, then I have to hope that his family will too.
After the awkward dinner, I help Mrs. Waters clear away the dishes. She’s been so kind and understanding. At least she’s on my side.
I excuse myself to the bathroom. When I emerge, Josh is standing in the hallway looking at the pictures hanging on the wall. His eyes are glassy and he’s swaying like he’s on a boat.
“Jax and I used to be best buds,” he says. “Now he hates me.”
“Sleeping with your brother’s ex will do that to you.” I shouldn’t have said that, but I couldn’t help myself.
“He gets everything. The golden child.”
“He earns everything by being a good person.”
Josh laughs. “He’s in love with you, you know. Do you love him?”
I roll my eyes. He’s slurring his words and trying to stir up trouble. “Excuse me.” I try to push past him, but he grips my bicep.
“I saw the way you look at him. You love him.”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
Josh digs into his pocket and pulls out a blue velvet box.
A ring box.
My eyes widen and it feels as if all the air has been sucked out of the hallway.
“I’m going to put this in your purse,” Josh says. “If you love Jaxon, you’ll put it back in his apartment and you won’t say a word about it.”
I yank my arm away. “Why the hell would I do that?”
“This family is already hurting over the loss of my grandfather. Do you really want to make things worse and tell Jaxon that I was the one who stole it from him?”
“You have got to be kidding me.” Both our heads jerk to the left. Mr. Waters is standing at the end of the hallway.
“Dad, I … it wasn’t me,” Josh sputters, backing away from me.
“I just heard everything you said.” He seizes the ring box and flips it open, looking down at the sparkly ring inside. His jaw works under his skin. “Get away from Raegan, and get in your room. I can’t even look at you right now.”
Josh hangs his head and disappears down the hall.
I press my hand against my chest and let out the breath I’d been holding. “I’m so glad you heard what he said.”
“I’m sorry he put you through that.” Mr. Waters steps toward me and slips the ring box into my purse.
My body stills. “What are you—”
“Josh is right. I can’t have my family fighting anymore. You need to get this back to Jaxon without him knowing.”
My jaw drops. “With all due respect, sir, I don’t want any part of this. Jaxon searched his entire apartment. Don’t you think he’ll find it odd if the ring suddenly appears?”
He crosses his arms across his chest. “He’ll think he misplaced it. Then this will all be over. This is your chance to make things right.”
Tears well, threatening to spill out onto my cheeks. “Mr. Waters, I … I don’t think I can—”
“Everything okay in here?” Jaxon walks into the hallway, eyes volleying between me and his father.
Mr. Waters smiles. “I was just showing Raegan some of our pictures.”
Jaxon puts his hand on my shoulder. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. My hair wasn’t that bad back then, was it?”
“I actually don’t feel very well. Would you mind if I went home?”
“Of course not. Do you need me to drive you?”
“No. No, I’m okay to drive.” I place my hand over my stomach. “I have a stomachache.”
It’s not a total lie. My stomach is twisted in knots.
All because I’m now carrying a detonated bomb in my purse.
Days Left Until Summer Break: 84
Jaxon
I haven’t seen Raegan since she left my parents’ house.
She caught the stomach bug that’s ripping through our school. She took a few days off and was sick throughout the weekend. I keep asking her to let me come over and take care of her, but she insists that I’ll catch it. Plus she hasn’t told her mom about us yet.
So I’ve resorted to phone dates instead.
“Have you thought about what you want to do for Valentine’s Day?”
“I think we should stay at your
place,” she says. “I don’t want to chance anyone seeing us if we go out to a restaurant.”
“I really hate that we have to hide this from everyone.”
She sighs. “I know.”
“We don’t have to go anywhere. I can cook.”
“You don’t have to make a big deal about it. It’s just a silly holiday.”
“It’s not silly to me. I want to spend it with you.”
“Who knew you were such a softie?”
I chuckle. “You sound like you’re feeling better.”
“I’ll be back at work tomorrow.”
“That’s great. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, Jaxon.”
We say goodnight and I lie awake thinking about Raegan.
She’s perfect in every way. I’d been drawn to her when she walked into that bar over the summer, and now I know why. She’s stunningly beautiful. Smart as a whip. Heart of gold. Our sex, our banter, everything we share is more than I could’ve asked for.
The night she showed up to my grandfather’s wake, it hit me.
I’m falling in love with her.
And on Valentine’s Day, I’m going to tell her.
Days Left Until Summer Break: 80
Raegan
As if I couldn’t feel any more guilty for lying to Jaxon about his grandmother’s ring, he has to go and be the world’s best boyfriend.
I glare at the two-dozen red and pink roses sitting on my desk. “Can you put them in your room? I can hear them mocking me.”
Becca pats the top of my head. “At least you got flowers. I doubt Jared even knows what day it is.”
I groan and slump over onto the desk. “Stupid Valentine’s Day.”
“More like stupid Josh. And stupid Jaxon’s father.” She shakes her fist in the air. “I can’t believe they’re putting you up to this.”
I caved and told Becca everything. I’m surprised I held out for this long. Girls physically cannot keep a secret from their besties. It’s a gene that’s missing from our DNA. Besides, I know she won’t tell anyone, and I really needed some logical advice. I was going crazy racking my brain for solutions to my problem.
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