Teacher's Pet: A New Adult Wedding Romance (School's Out Book 2)

by Amanda Heartley

  “Yes. It’s come as a big shock to us all. They were very close, but at least she went peacefully,” she adds. “I’m so sorry to be the bearer of bad news. I know this has come at the worst time for you, and your wedding.”

  That’s got to be the understatement of the friggin’ century.

  “Yeah, it has, but can’t be helped under the circumstances. Maybe we can find someone else.” I’m supposed to be getting married in three days. Three short days! “Would you know anyone who can help us?”

  “I’m so sorry, I don’t. The other ministers I work with are already booked,” she says. She sounds like she’s on the verge of tears, which makes me feel even worse. “I feel really bad. All I can suggest is you try the Department of Health. They have a list of marriage performers commissioned by the State of Hawaii. I’ll email you the details, and I hope you can find someone in time. Good luck, and I wish you both a happy life together.”

  “Thanks, Kai. Goodbye.” I hang up and feel like throwing the phone across the room, I’m so bummed. One problem after another is taking its toll on me. The only thing that stops me from venting my frustration is the fact that I need to tell Lennon that things just got a little more complicated. My hands are shaking with nerves as I dial his number. I don’t know where he is, but I’m relieved when he answers after a couple of rings.

  “Morning, beautiful,” he says.

  “Where are you?” I ask. I’m on the verge of tears.

  “About to knock on your door,” he replies. “What’s the matter?”

  I drop the phone on the bed and race over to the door. I fling it open and throw myself into his arms. He tilts my head up and kisses my forehead, then his eyes meet mine, his face full of concern.

  “Talk to me, Darcy. What’s going on?”

  “I just got a call from Kai, Reverend Kama’s secretary. His mother died suddenly last night, so he can’t marry us anymore. Poor guy,” I mutter.

  “Oh, shit! Really?” All I can do is nod, my heart heavy. “And she doesn’t know of anyone else, though she did say she’d email me details of the Health Department, who may be able to help us.”

  I can see he’s deep in thought, then he says, “Good, forward them to me as soon as you get them. Don’t worry, sweetheart. Nothing’s going to stop me from marrying you. Leave it with me, and I’ll figure it out. I have friends in low places.”

  “But what if you can’t?” I laugh, suddenly aware I’m bordering on hysteria. “The whole thing is doomed now. We haven’t got anyone to marry us, Lennon. Without a minister, there’s no wedding.”

  “Calm down, babe. It’ll be okay,” he says. “Keep checking your phone and send the email to me as soon as you can. Call her back, if it doesn’t come through, soon. Just give me time to fix this. Don’t stress yourself out. I promise I’ll sort it out.”

  I nod and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. My anxiety levels are at an all-time high and I hate feeling like this. It’s just not me.

  “How about we do something tonight? Just you and me,” he suggests, stroking my cheek. “Let’s forget about everything wedding related and do something together. Would you like that?”

  I nod. “I’d like that a lot.”

  I can’t remember the last time it was just the two of us. We’ve only been in Hawaii for a few days, but it feels like a lifetime. As much as I hate to admit it, suddenly I’m regretting saying yes to having this wedding over here in such a short time frame. I just want to skip all this bullshit and get straight to the part where we say, ‘I do’.

  ***

  True to his word, Lennon manages to take my mind off everything else for the rest of the night. We go out to dinner, and then for a romantic walk along the beach. He takes my hand in his, and I look out over the water and smile, loving how quiet it is.

  “It’s so nice here, isn’t it?” I say.

  He nods. “It’s nice for a vacation, but I don’t think I could live here.”

  “Really?” I say. “I sure could.”

  “You could?” he asks.

  “If it had everything I needed, I don’t see why not,” I shrug.

  “Really? And what do you need?” he asks with a grin.

  I smile and run my finger down the sleeve of his jacket. “You,” I whisper. “That’s all. And I don’t want us to be stressing about things, just to please other people.”

  He wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead. “You worry too much. In the big scheme of things, this wedding is so small, Darcy. We’re getting married. We have our whole lives ahead of us. Let’s just focus on us and forget about everything else for now.”

  I nod, wishing it were that easy. I shiver, and rub my arms as a cool breeze hits them. Lennon immediately shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders. I nestle into its warmth, smiling up at him, and wonder if he could possibly get any more amazing than he already is.

  “Shall we head back?” he asks, taking my hand, and we stroll back to the hotel.

  Lennon walks me back to my hotel room, and I turn around and kiss him. He strokes my hair, his eyes locked on mine, clearly with no intention of leaving me just yet.

  “Tell me again why having separate rooms is a good idea,” he murmurs.

  “You know why,” I grin. “I was hoping to make it special for our wedding night by not being with you like that beforehand.”

  He grins and raises his eyebrows. “And, how’s that working out for you?”

  “You know just how badly that’s working out for me,” I retort, narrowing my eyes as he chuckles.

  “Don’t be too hard on yourself,” he teases. “I’m pretty hard to resist.” I roll my eyes at him, but inside I agree with him. He is hard to resist. Especially when he looks at me like that… “So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

  I nod. “I guess you will,” I say.

  My heart races as I look at him. It’s taking all my energy and resolve not to drag him into the room and have my way with him. Fuck it. Hell, we’ll probably be too exhausted to do anything on our wedding night, anyway. Right now, all I can think about is having him inside me, and, as I take his hand and pull him into the room, he laughs like he’s won. I ignore his know-it-all smile and focus on what I’m going to do with him. I know exactly what he’s thinking as I lead him over to the bed. I sit down and straddle his lap, grinding myself gently against him.

  “God,” he mutters. “You’re such a tease.” He is so hard against my touch, and as I cup his face to kiss him, he slowly rocks himself against me. Everything about this guy is amazing, from the way he looks at me, to how sweet his kisses feel, right down to his rock-hard cock.

  I stand up and reach behind me, lowering the zipper on my dress. He watches, his face strained as I lower it down over my body. I stand there, wearing only a pair of panties, while he runs his fingers over my bare skin. I shiver, tiny goosebumps forming all over my body, then he grips my waist and places his lips over a nipple, flicking his tongue against it until it’s as hard as his cock. It feels amazing. Gasping, my eyes widen as he grazes it with his teeth. He’s soft and gentle at first, then sucks a little harder, and I love it.

  I wrap my arms around his head, burying his face in my breasts. He pushes aside my soaking panties and gently slides a finger inside me. I can feel I’m so wet. I gasp and moan, barely able to contain myself as he slides in another and works me from every angle, curling them inside, stroking my G-spot and driving me wild. He watches me intently, as if he’s feeding on my reaction. I guess in a way he is, but it’s hard to concentrate on anything other than what he’s doing to me, but I want to pleasure him too.

  He seems to sense it, and slowly slides his fingers out. He looks up at me, then puts them in his mouth and sucks them dry. That is such a turn on that my man loves to taste me.

  So.

  Fucking.

  Hot.

  I lean down, unbutton his jeans and place my trembling hand inside to retrieve his cock. My fingers run up and dow
n his length, gently smearing the pre-come from the tip along his shaft. I want to taste him, too, so I pull off his jeans and kneel naked in front of him, enveloping his throbbing cock in my mouth.

  He gasps as the warmth surrounds him. “F-fuck, that feels so good,” he pants out as I slide him in and out between my lips. He balls his fists in my hair as I bob up and down on his thick shaft, licking and sucking. He moans and growls, his head rolling from side-to-side. “Stop, honey. Stop, or I’m going to come,” he says.

  I slide him out and look up at his face, his eyes hooded. “Good, my turn to pleasure you. I don’t care if you come in my mouth. You know that from the first time we met. I want to taste all of you,” I reply, running my tongue over the tip.

  “Oh, shit. That feels fucking amazing, but I want to be inside you. I need to hold you close to me. I want to kiss you, and make love with you, Darcy.”

  Those sweet words made my heart melt for him all over again. I stand and straddle him as he positions himself at my entrance, his hand curling around the back of my neck. He kisses me softly, and I gasp as I lower myself onto him. He thrusts his hips, pushing his length inside me, his cock stroking the walls of my pussy, filling me completely. I groan as I ride him, loving the way he feels inside me.

  It’s so different to our ‘quickie’ in the meeting room earlier. We rock our bodies together, slowly, sensually. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight against him. We kiss, stroke, and caress each other. It’s so tender, so loving, like we are truly one, and I’ve never felt so close, so connected with anyone during sex like I feel right now with Lennon.

  My orgasm gradually builds from a murmur to a crescendo as we rock against each other. His soft, warm lips are all over me. My neck, my jaw, my lips, my breasts. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, and I can’t hold back any longer. I’ve reached the summit and now I’m over the edge. I lean back, supporting myself on his thighs as I buck against him, coming hard on his cock. He moves his hands up to my breasts, cupping them and gently squeezing my nipples as my orgasm peaks and begins to subside. It feels like electricity is shooting out of my toes, my legs are shaking, and my pussy is spasming around him. It feels amazing, like the best O I’ve ever had, and I don’t want it to stop.

  I lean forward onto Lennon, put my arms around his neck and kiss him, our tongues intertwined as I feel his cock grow a little bigger inside me, and I know he’s so close himself.

  I trail my lips along his jaw and whisper, “Come inside me, baby. I want to watch you come.” He just groans and grabs my ass with both hands, rocking me back and forth on his hard cock. I sit upright, leaning on his thigh with one hand, and with the other I reach behind me and stroke his balls while he plunges his length in and out of me.

  “Fuck, gonna come. Gonna come, honey,” he pants out with labored breaths.

  “Come, baby. Come for me,” I urge, gently stroking and squeezing his balls. I feel them tighten as he pulls me hard against him, his hips bucking and his body writhing as he comes deep inside me. I thrust back at him, milking every last drop, then collapse on top of him and we kiss so passionately once more.

  I feel so loved, tears of happiness welling up in my eyes. Something that’s never happened with anyone else before Lennon. He breaks the kiss and looks at me, his face concerned.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine, really. I’m just a little emotional,” I say. “You’re such an incredible lover, and I’m still lightheaded coming down from that amazing orgasm you gave me.”

  “I’m glad you feel that way, because I do too. I love watching you when I’m pleasuring you, and especially when you come. I hope it felt as good as it looked,” he grins.

  “Better, definitely better,” I reply.

  “Soo… does this mean I can stay here with you tonight?”

  I shake my head and bite down on my lip to hide my smile. “You know I’d love that, but, no. Let’s, at least, save something special for our wedding night.” He nods and sighs, and after we kiss and cuddle in the afterglow of our lovemaking a little longer, reluctantly, he stands, pulls his clothes back on, and I follow him to the door after wrapping a sheet around my body.

  “You know,” he says when he reaches the door, “we could make love three, or maybe four more times tonight if you’d let me stay?”

  I smile at that thought. “As unbelievably tempting as that is, this girl needs to get some sleep, or I’ll look like a hot mess on our wedding day.”

  He leans in and kisses me on the lips. “Oh, I love a hot mess,” he whispers, wiggling his eyebrows, “but you’ll always be beautiful to me.”

  “You say that now, but I’m only nineteen and I still have my own teeth. What about when I’m old and gray? Bet you won’t think so then,” I tease.

  “Always. Even if you’re old and fat, your tits are touching your knees, and your pussy hair has turned gray, what’s left of it. Always, Darcy,” he says, grinning.

  I burst out laughing at the sad image of what might become of me that he’s painting in my head, and slap his arm. “Get out of here. Dork. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  He walks out, and I lock the door behind him. I wander back to my bed and collapse, feeling a little giddy. I feel so happy, which is strange, considering how stressed I’d been at the start of the day. Being with Lennon and spending time with him has reminded me of what’s important. He’s right. It’s not about the cake, or the dress, or who turns up at our wedding. Hell, it’s nothing about the wedding at all.

  It’s him and me. Us. That’s it. Nothing else even comes close to being as important as our future together. I can’t wait to start.

  ***

  Cindy drags me out for breakfast early the next morning. It’s now two days before our wedding and I don’t have time to eat, but she’s insistent. I know she’s just trying to help, but if she really wants to help me, there’s plenty of other things she could be doing, like picking Emily up from the airport in an hour, for one thing.

  “You look different,” she says, eyeing me up.

  I shrug. I’m trying hard to wipe the smirk off my face when Rick flips down on the seat next to me. I narrow my eyes at him, convinced he’s up to no good, because he always seems to be up to no good.

  “Can we help you with something?” I say, raising my eyebrows.

  “No, not really,” he shrugs, helping himself to my omelet. I sit back and cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him.

  “Okay, is there a reason you’re here, sitting next to me, eating my breakfast, then?” I ask.

  He winces. “Sorry, bad habit. I’m one of six kids. Mom just used to throw the food in the middle of the table and tell us to go for it. Anyway,” he says, getting the conversation back on track, “I won’t hang around. I just came to return this before I go to the gym, then I’ll drag your intended’s sorry ass out of his pit later.” He puts Cindy’s phone down on the table and walks off. I turn to Cindy and now raise my eyebrows at her.

  “Care to explain that?” I ask her, and she flushes red. She shoves the phone in her pocket and mutters something too low for me to hear. “Cindy?” I ask with a frown, sure she’s keeping something from me. “What’s going on?”

  “Lennon couldn’t remember what happened the other night. They went out drinking for his bachelor party, and he woke up with no memory at all about what happened. Rick had been texting me that whole night. He thought it might help them piece together what happened if they drank too much.”

  I laugh. “Are you kidding me?” I shake my head, feeling sorry for poor Lennon. How much trouble could he have gotten himself into with my dad tagging along, anyway? I glance at my watch, remembering I need to leave soon to pick up Emily. I smile, an idea beginning to form in my head, and I giggle at the thought of it. “Oh, this is great.”

  “It is?” Cindy says, confused. “Why?”

  “Because,” I say, grinning, “I’m going to give Lennon something to stress about.”

/>   ***

  “So, let me get this straight,” Emily says. “You want me to knock on Lennon’s door and pretend to be some woman he cheated on you with?”

  “When you say it like that, it sounds crazy,” I grin. “He went out for his bachelor party and can’t remember a thing. I just want to play a little joke on him,” I explain, innocently.

  “And you’re sure he’s not going to kill you when he finds out?” she asks, getting her bags out of the car. “He’d want to be one very understanding guy,” she adds.

  I’d just arrived back at the resort from picking Emily up. Two years older than me, Emily is the only daughter of my dad’s older brother, Michael. I used to see a lot more of her when I was younger—in fact, the last time I saw her was nearly three years ago. We’d reconnected on Facebook a few months ago, and I told her about the wedding. It would have been awkward if I hadn’t invited her.

  “It’s just a harmless little joke,” I say, rolling my eyes. I’d forgotten how serious Emily can be. I guess that’s what happens when you’re a pre-med student in a family of doctors. “Are you going to help me, or not?”

  I’d never believe for a second that Lennon would cheat on me, but if he did, it would probably be with someone as hot as Emily. She’s simply stunning, and the perfect person to play out my little joke.

  “Sure, okay, if it’s what you really want,” she finally says with a grin. “It’s your wedding… or funeral if it all goes to hell. Just leave me out of it, if that happens, ok?”

  “Deal”

  Chapter Five

  Lennon

  I’m a lucky guy. I know that, but as I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, all I can think about is just how lucky I am to have Darcy in my life. Somehow, I’ve managed to get the hottest, sexiest woman I’ve ever met, who drives me crazy in every way, to agree to marry me.

  The wedding is in two days, and I can see the stress is wearing Darcy down. Sure, not much has gone the way we’d planned it. I wish she’d relax a bit and not worry so much about what may, or may not go wrong. She’d enjoy this so much more if she’d just let loose and have fun with it.