Getting Schooled (Craving #9)

by Anthology

  “I know it’s out of line, but everyone I let near my daughter gets background checks. It’s a precaution. I’m sorry, I know it’s not what you want anyone to know, but after your first time here, I was curious and actually read your file in full,” he confessed.

  “Did it say why?” Her small voice only just carried toward him.

  “No,” he answered, shaking his head.

  “I had a miscarriage. She would’ve been Kara’s age now.” The light caught off the teardrop on her cheek, and he closed the gap between them. His heart broke for her, but he mainly fell for her due to how good she was with Kara, how much she seemed to actually enjoy it, and now he understood why.

  “You would’ve been a great mother, and you already are to Kara. You’ll always have a place in her life. I promise you that.” He threw every emotion behind his words.

  She pulled away and looked at him. “I don’t expect anything more from you. I just need you to understand why I’d rather sacrifice being with you just to have more time with her.”

  “And I want the opposite, because I want to tell people you’re her mother, not her teacher. I don’t like pretending you don’t mean the world to her and me.”

  She chuckled through the tears.

  “I mean it, Zolyn. You’ve captivated me, and if you ever leave, I don’t know if it will be Kara or I who would protest the most,” he offered with a joke to lighten her mood.

  A smile settled on her lips.

  “Let’s at least give this a try without the pretending and hiding?” He found it the oddest manner in which to ask someone to be a couple, but it was out there now.

  Her eyes searched his before her head finally nodded, and he leaned in to give her a soft kiss. “Okay, but we keep it quiet around her until we’re sure it’s for the best.”

  “Just a little while then,” he agreed and hugged her closer. With her head settling on his shoulder, he already wanted to know everything about her. “So, what’s your favourite food?”

  Chapter Four

  Several weeks later…

  “We really shouldn’t be doing this now,” she whispered in a breathy voice that betrayed her words, even more than her hand reaching toward his chest, while his breath brought even more warmth to her frenzied flesh. They continued to steal kisses whenever possible, as she was still uncertain how Kara would react.

  He nibbled on the flesh at her neck, which had her knees nearly buckling, as her chest rose with the intensity and her core began to warm. The first few buttons of her front button-down dress had her chest rather exposed, while she was captured by the look in his eyes. The words they had shared over their plan to get to know each other over the weekend while Kara was away echoed in her mind and the overwhelming emotions she felt toward him. With their eyes locked, she placed her hand on his chest and felt the beat of his heart meet her own pulse’s pace.

  Silence persisted, and then everything stopped.

  He stepped back and gave a slight nod to show his acknowledgment of her words before tugging his shirt she had pulled out back in place. He looked at her more seriously and said, “See you later.”

  The words barely had time to reach her when he turned on his heel and ambled along with a smirk firmly in place. He was heading back to his desk, as if their passionate kiss was a normal Friday afternoon workout. She knew deep down she was reading too much into it, but she was only just able to keep herself upright against the wall a few seconds ago, and now she had to return to Kara and pretend she wasn’t hot for her father.

  “You owe me,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief as she fixed the buttons of her dress and pulled it back into place. With a last frustrated look in his direction, she headed out of the office and found Kara humming an Afrikaans song her granny taught her during a video call. “Were you able to write down all the words, or are you having trouble with some?”

  The facial expression she received from Kara was far from what she expected.

  “Kara, what’s wrong?” she asked, concerned, and checked if she had been hurt.

  “Do you love Daddy?” Kara asked, and it was at this moment Ben decided to exit his office. Wide eyed, they exchanged a look, and she looked back at Kara.

  “I care for him and you, very much,” she said and could tell Ben was eagerly listening. “Does it bother you?”

  Kara shook her head. “No, I like you as well, but I don’t want to need to visit three different homes. I like to see you two together, like when we go to the botanical gardens and the beach.”

  Relief, a crushing amount of it, swooped over her, and she went to Kara’s side to hug her. “Do you know how pleased I am to hear that? We just want you to be happy and didn’t want you to worry about us.”

  “I only worry because only Daddy’s stuff is here and nothing of yours,” she said, genuinely concerned.

  Zolyn was smiling so much at the comment, she nearly laughed out loud in joy.

  “We’ll make a plan, I promise, princess,” Ben said, standing on the other side of Kara, hugging both of them, which confirmed that she was exactly where she needed to be, as she looked at them both.

  “Sooo…” Zolyn said as Ben returned from dropping Kara off at Susan’s home.

  “So?” he said, seeing the table set and pots simmering on the stove, while the aromatic smell had filled the room. The first few buttons of her dress were once more undone, revealing the swells of her breasts in her bra and suggesting she had delightful exploration in mind. Strolling closer, her smile turned a tad wicked, and he didn’t break the eye contact until he was able to kiss her.

  She melted into him, and her long sigh turned into a moan as he deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue along hers. With her arms draped over his shoulders, he forced himself to pull away, which was met with some protest as she laid several more kisses along his jaw and neck.

  “Wait,” he finally managed, and her not so innocent gaze nearly broke his will to be a responsible adult, but somehow he managed for a second. “Will the food burn?”

  She broke away from him, headed to the stove, and turned off the hob. “No,” she said with a mischievous smile as she returned to him.

  “Good.” He proceeded to throw her over his shoulder, which was met with an excited giggle as he made his way to his bedroom. Inside, he set her down on the bed and saw a beautifully seductive side of her as the naughty smile invited him closer.

  “Sooo…” she said again as she made herself comfortable among the pillows.

  “First,” he said and pulled his shirt out of his pants before undoing the buttons. She watched each button being undone, and he saw her breathing grow heavy with each rise and fall of her chest. Allowing his shirt to slide down his arms, he watched her tongue running over her lip. “Enjoying the view?”

  She shrugged her shoulders, feigning indifference, while the low cut her open buttons had created revealed her lace bra cup. Noticing his eyes, she smiled and raised her hand to start undoing more of the buttons.

  It was like a present being unwrapped as her fingers worked their way down to her navel, and he stepped closer. Holding her hand in place, he aligned his body to lean over her while he looked into her eyes. She moved her body down the bed so her head could rest on the pillows as he slowly drew away the material covering her chest.

  Meeting her lips, she pulled him tightly against her mouth and took control of the kiss as she moved her tongue over his. He felt her body rise beneath him as she urged him to continue undressing her.

  Pulling away, her heavy outlet of breath was followed by a sigh as his mouth followed the path along her neck muscles, down to her chest. He slid a finger along the inside of the cup of her bra and watched her chest swell as his finger grazed over her nipple. Too eager to tease her for too long, he pulled the cup to the side and released her breast.

  Lowering his head, he ran his tongue over her pert nipple and watched her mouth open in pleasure. He repeated the method and gleefully sucked on it, which had her body
convulse in response.

  His eagerness grew, and he continued the trail of buttons down to her navel, opening her dress as he went. Reaching the elastic of her underwear, he repositioned himself to sit beside her while undoing the last button of her dress. Opening the dress like a book, her shy smile had him leaning back over her, so he could devour the first moan she released from his touch.

  With their kiss intensifying, he ran his hand along her side and over her mound. Finding the dip between her upper thighs, he moved his fingers over the material of her panties and gained the moan he craved. After a few strokes, her hips began countering the movement as he felt her wetness grow.

  Riding his hand a little higher, he slid it beneath the elastic. The skin-on-skin contact with her soaked labia had her turning her head and breaking the kiss as she mewled in satisfaction. He wet his fingers by running them up and down her labia, and her hips countered more eagerly as he let the tip of his middle finger only just enter her with every other passing.

  He couldn’t take his eyes of her face as her blissful eyes had him focusing solely on bringing her closer to the edge. Sliding his middle finger deeper inside her with each stroke, he watched as she fully embraced the delight. Adding another finger, he drove both a little faster in and out of her. She countered it by pulling him closer and kissing him even as her moans grew louder. Only when he felt her pussy clamping down around his fingers did she break the kiss to allow the moans to be set free, while ripples ran through her entire body.

  Watching her as she slowly came down from the high, tired eyes and a thankful smile met him. Grabbing him back into a kiss, slow and easy, allowed him to finally be able to fully remove all her clothing.

  Once he was leaning over her again, she had proceeded to run her hand over his stiff member, undoing his pants and pulling them off as far as she was capable. Teasing her fingertips along his underwear, she slipped them in and stroked his cock a full length before he stopped her and stood upright to remove the articles of clothing he was still wearing. He grabbed a condom from his dresser, and with the urge too great, he put it on, while positioning himself to get in between her legs again.

  Before he moved close enough with his hips to penetrate her, he first leaned forward and slithered his tongue through her labia. After a few more licks, he crawled up higher so they were once more face to face and proceeded to kiss her.

  Holding onto his member, he slid the head of his cock through her slickened labia. Breaking the kiss, he teased his member over her clit and without giving too much pause pushed into her. A cry of pleasure burst free from her chest as she locked eyes with him, while he felt his cunning smile shape his lips.

  “Mhmm,” he hummed as he leaned in to kiss her. “Do I get extra marks?” He began with a steady thrust of his dick, pacing himself.

  Her hips rolled with his as she pretended to think it through and gained a few more strokes. “Keep this going and you just might,” she finally said through her heavy breathing.

  He gave her a soft kiss on her forehead and received a gratuitous smile in return. Slow, focused strokes had both their bodies building the intensity between them. Time was on their side, and he wanted to stay in the bubble they had created, to explore every part of her body that brought her pleasure.

  The simple ease of slowly making love to her held him captivated as he even wanted to whisper sweet nothings to her. It was in that thought that he knew he was beyond in love with her and that gave him new hope.

  A louder moan escaped her lips, and he felt her hand clamping down harder on the side, where she had been holding onto him. Through the small action, he slightly adjusted his position and urged her one leg to the side. Without hesitation she complied, and in the new position he was able to enter her deeper.

  The elated smile she carried urged him on, and he picked up the tempo, gaining several approving moans. Leaning forward, he suckled on her breast, and once more the angle of his entry slightly changed, only to benefit them both. A groan vibrated in his chest as she began urging him to go quicker, with an insisted hand on his ass.

  Meeting her hand’s urging tempo, he gave her nipple a soft nibble before he released it to meet her mouth and swallow her moans. She bit onto his lip, and the sting shot through his body with rapid intensity; he echoed by thrusting his hips more intently at the right angle.

  The ripples as her pussy tightened around his length, grew shorter after one another, showing she was already teetering toward the edge. Weaving his arm between her legs, he placed his thumb on her clit and made small rotations on the swollen nubbin. For a moment, her breathing hitched, and he proceeded with this method, keeping the pace steady, but no longer seeking the slow and easy.

  With the constant pace and unwavering need to reach completion, he watched her press his hand harder against her sex. His breathing became shorter, and with a few more pumps, he grunted as he felt her pussy tighten in perfect timing as he came. Sliding his member a few more times in and out of her, the spent feeling began taking hold, and opening his eyes, he looked down at her while a smile consumed her euphoric face.

  He leaned in for a quick kiss and hated that he had to break away, which she responded to with a protesting groan.

  “Condom, sorry,” he apologetically said, getting off her while she eyed him. With the used condom disposed, he was greeted by the sight of her lying on her side, and the outline of her body was a perfect portrait. Settling on the bed beside her, he was greeted with kisses and the high settled back to ease, as they lay staring at each other, while their fingertips mapped the other’s body.

  “I’m glad we told Kara,” he said as she was tracing his jaw line.

  Her heavy eyes looked at him, and the shy smile he had always liked about her shaped her lips. “Yeah, it was worth the risk,” she said, and her loving eyes blinked several times.

  Shifting closer, he kissed her swollen lips and hoped that this wonderful dream state would never fade away, for she felt like his new home.

  Chapter Five

  One year later…

  “Eish, sis, are you certain this is the right place? It looks kind of…dodgy, considering,” Zintle asked as they stopped in front of the small house in Pacaltsdorp, just outside of George.

  Zolyn looked out of the car window, spotted the hellebores, and it gave her more than enough confirmation. “It’s her favourite flowers on the windowsill,” she said thoughtfully. Feeling the tight press on her hand, she looked over as Ben gave her a reassuring nod.

  “Can I come with, Zo?” Kara asked from the backseat.

  “Little dude, she is not the best person,” Zinthle told Kara as she was sitting next to her. “Let us take the first few hits, and then you and your dad can join us. Sounds good?” Zinthle had become quick friends with Kara when they were first introduced to each other several months ago.

  Taking a deep breath, Zolyn opened the car door. “Okay, let’s just do this,” she said, already standing outside, while her sister was still undoing her safety belt.

  “Good luck,” Ben said, and Kara leaned forward to wave at her with a smile that made everything feel a little better.

  “She can just chase us away, which isn’t the worst thing she’s done so far,” Zinthle said, standing next to her.

  Zolyn nodded her head and headed to the half gate with the small pathway leading to the door.

  “No pets, the garden is looking like shit, and I definitely smell that disgusting pickled fish she always made,” Zinthle noted as they opened the gate and headed for the front door.

  “I really hope this is the right place,” Zolyn said.

  “Zo, Ben wouldn’t have told you he found her if he wasn’t certain. We both know that, and despite all she had us live through, by leaving us alone with Dad, we kind of need this.” Zinthle’s usually unshaken façade showed the cracks as she took hold of Zolyn’s hand.

  Zolyn raised her fist and knocked. After a minute’s wait, the door opened.

  “Hello, ma,�
�� she said to the woman standing in front of them.

  About the Author

  Chevoque was born as Rochelle de Beer on 15 May 1992 in Klerksdorp, South Africa, and as an only child, the world seemed like a lonely place until she set her mind free and got lost in the worlds she created for herself. Her writing began at a young age, and with numerous stories still waiting to be released from her mind, only time now seems to hold her back. She also has a degree in BSc. Environmental and Biological Sciences, because she’s a tree hugging animal lover, who hopes to never use her degree to cause cruelty.

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