by K. Webster
“AUTHOR!” I scream, my whole body spazzing under his.
He grunts but lets out a hiss the moment I come because my body seems to clench around his. His thrusting slows until he lets out a moan so sexy I nearly come again. Hot, powerful bursts of his orgasm gush into me. Something about having him come inside of me is exciting. Irresponsible and rash. Plus, feeling his skin directly on mine with no barrier between is almost sinful.
I giggle when he collapses on me, pinning me to the bed with all his weight. His mouth finds my ear. “You’ll be the death of me, Maze. How am I going to do anything when all I give a fuck about is being inside you?”
Smiling, I run my fingernails along his ribs. “Even when you’re crude, you still manage to make it seem like a compliment.”
He jerks up and glares down at me, startling me. “He doesn’t deserve you,” he seethes. “You’re beautiful and sweet and smart. The idiot doesn’t realize what he’s lost to me. And he has. You’re mine, Maze. The chicks usually get psycho over me, not the other way around. This is new territory for me. And I’m psychotic for you. Whenever I think about that asshole, I want to drive over to his office and beat the shit out of him. For you. There’s no fucking and running from me. I’m going to find a way to keep you.”
“You’ve known me all of a week,” I say with a sigh. “What happens when you get bored?”
His lips draw up into a half-grin. “Then we’ll have to play new, dirtier games to keep me occupied.”
I go to swat at him, but he jerks away and climbs off the bed. Every inch of him is solid muscle. His ass flexes as he walks into the bathroom, making my mouth water for him. The shower turns on and then he saunters back into the room, his flaccid but still thick cock bobbing heavily with each step toward me.
“Get your ass in the shower so I can fuck you once more before we go eat,” he orders as he grabs my ankle and jerks me toward him.
“Yes, Mr. Banks,” I purr.
His reply is a hard slap to my ass.
Maze and I have spent her entire time as my substitute teacher—all six weeks—in sexual bliss. She lies to my father so she can spend time with me. I help her concoct ways to secretly drain their account without him noticing. And we both make plans for a future that seems out of reach.
When the school year ends, she wants to move to Durham because she thinks she can blend in there but still be close enough to me. I want her in Hanover sharing a place with me. Her argument is that she wants me to enjoy college life without an “old lady” raining on my parade. I told her to fuck the parade.
We’re at an impasse.
Today, that asshole didn’t have to work for some reason, so she had to leave immediately after school. No fooling around or anything. Just a quick kiss before she ran out the door. I hate that she has to go home to him. We had plans to visit Mrs. Lovell at her house again, but it would have to wait for another day. Once I found out the stubborn old bat wasn’t dying and was actually in remission from cancer, I was able to breathe a little easier. She’ll be back next year ready to whip a new group of cocky pricks like me into shape for college.
I’m sitting on my front porch waiting for Aubrey to get home. We haven’t spoken since I fucked her weeks ago in anger. I need to apologize to her because I need her for something.
While I wait, I text Maze.
Me: Only three more days until graduation. And I think the students learned a thing or two. Good job, rookie.
I smile as I wait for her response. Truth is, she did do a good job. That bastard had her self-esteem so low everyone was stepping on it. But after a few weeks, Maze really fell into a teaching groove. She says it’s not her thing, but she embraced it well. I no longer had to command the attention of the class. She was able to learn to do it all on her own. When she threw her shoe at Jack one day so he’d quit fucking talking, they finally started seeing her as someone they needed to listen to and learn from.
I smirk when she replies. She hates what I’ve named her in my phone, but I laughed so hard my stomach hurt when I did it. The matching ringtone when she calls though is golden and makes me chuckle every time.
Mrs. Robinson: I’m not ready to let my students go. They’ve taught me so much. I think I love them.
My stomach clenches at her words. If I read between the lines, I think she’s talking about me and not them. In case shithead happens to read over her shoulder.
Me: Your students are probably stalkers. Good luck getting rid of them. I think they love you, too.
Again. Between the lines.
The sound of a car pulling up next door steals my attention. I tuck my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and stride over to Aubrey’s car.
“Aubrey,” I call out.
She rolls her eyes upon seeing me and huffs. “What, asshole?”
Walking over to her, I pull her against me to hug her. At first, she’s stiff but eventually relaxes. “I’m sorry about that day. I’d just learned about my father and took it out on you. You didn’t deserve that.”
A sigh escapes her and she hugs me. “It’s okay. Even if you were an ass, it was still the best sex I’ve ever had.”
With a chuckle, I pull away and look down at her. She’s pretty. Pretty enough for the job I need her to do. “When’s your birthday?”
“September, why?”
“How old will you be?”
“Seventeen.”
“Perfect.”
She arches a dark eyebrow at me. Sassy as fuck girl. One day she’ll drive the right man fucking crazy in a good kind of way. “Why?”
“You’re underage.”
“And you fucked me.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t count. You liked it, and now you know you like kink.”
She scoffs. “I most certainly don’t like kink.” But her warming eyes tell me otherwise.
Leaning forward, I run my finger down along her throat. My voice is low when I say, “And if I asked you to lift your little dress so I could spank your ass with my cock inside of you, you’d probably agree before I could even get the words out of my mouth. You’d come all over my dick like a good little girl.”
Her eyes widen and so does her mouth in argument but a smile forms instead. “Fine. You’re right. I like kink and sex.”
“Perfect.”
“Why do I feel like you’re going to ask me to do something very bad?”
Smirking, I shrug my shoulders. “Because I’m going to ask you to do something very, very bad.”
“And why do I feel like I will agree?”
“Because you always do.”
“Ughh,” she groans. “I hate you.”
“I love you, too,” I tease. “Are you game? Will you do it?”
She crosses her arms over her perky tits and narrows her eyes at me. “We’re not having kinky sex, are we?”
“Nope. But I know someone who would love to fuck you, pretty little Aubrey. Someone who would probably jizz his pants just from seeing your tight, naked little body.”
Excitement flickers in her eyes. Aubrey, even though she’s young and can be annoying, is a lot like me. She’ll do it.
“What’s in it for me?” That a girl.
“You get a lot of attention,” I tell her with a devious grin. “And we all know how much you fucking crave it. Also, I’ll give you my XBOX One and all my games. I won’t be able to play it at Dartmouth.”
Her nose scrunches as she considers my offer. “And five hundred bucks cash.”
I laugh. “Five hundred bucks cash, and I’ll tell my friend Dahna’s little brother Daniel that you were the best lay I’ve ever had. They say he’s going to go pro-basketball. The boy is your age and built like a man.”
The horny little girl’s eyes widen, and she grins before jutting her hand out to me. “Deal. Tell me what I’ve gotta do and get me that boy’s Snapchat name. I have a few pictures I want to send him.”
We shake hands and I set the wheels in motion.
“Author,” Ma
ze sobs into the phone. “You need to come here now.”
I jolt upright in bed, squinting at the sunlight streaming in. It’s been a little over a week since I graduated. I’m supposed to be packing up my shit to get ready for the move to Hanover, but I can’t be bothered. Not when my girl sneaks into the bathroom late at night to call me and ask if we can have phone sex. Who the fuck says no to phone sex? Even if it was four in the morning.
“What’s wrong? Are you crying? Did he hurt you?”
“What? No. It’s not Devon. This is something else. Hurry.”
We hang up, and I dress in record speed, barely having time to run a brush through my hair or to brush my teeth. The ride to their house is tense and fast, my foot heavy on the gas. On a few occasions when Devon was in DC, I took pride in fucking Maze in my father’s bed. I even let her suck my cock in his office chair. The prick doesn’t want a relationship with me. Never has. I’m not some idiot who thinks if I show up on my daddy’s doorstep and tell him I’m his brilliant son with a full-ride scholarship to Dartmouth, that he’d welcome me into his home and assure me he loved me all along. Hell no. I’m a realist and know he’d tell me to fuck off. That he has no son.
So fuck him, too.
Thankfully, my plan is working. I didn’t tell Maze the details because the less she knows, the more honest of a reaction she’ll have. It’s deceptive and evil. But that motherfucker deserves it for never wanting to see his only son. He deserves it for every bruise he marks my woman up with. For every hateful thing he’s ever said to her. For every goddamned shitty thing he’s done to everyone while in his position of power.
As soon as I park on the street across from her house, I’m out of the car and stalking toward the front door. I don’t knock, but instead use the key Maze gave me to let myself in. Since I’ve been here on several occasions, I was able to really sift through his financials. Stuff that Maze worried about touching, I flipped through it and got an understanding of his finances. The fucker really did keep her on a leash. Their joint account never held more than a grand while his personal account held close to three mil. Many of those times while Maze blew me under his desk, I searched all over his computer until I found the information I needed.
Social security number.
Passwords.
Bank accounts.
Click by click, I opened new accounts and transferred funds from accounts he never seemed to use. I opened credit cards under his name and took out cash advances that went into these fake accounts I created. When I was finished, I transferred all of those funds to an account in Maise’s name only. She knew I was up to something but never really asked.
I’m giving my girl her nest egg.
She’s coming with me whether she likes it or not.
“Maze!” I call out once I burst through the front door.
The house is quiet, which sends a ripple of fear shuddering through me. If he ever touches her again, it’ll be hard not to slice his throat. Consequences be damned.
“In the bathroom,” she says from the back of the house.
Stalking through the house, I eventually find her sitting on the edge of the tub. Her hair is a wild mess and her nightgown hangs off her shoulder. A faint bruise colors her throat.
Red.
Motherfucking red.
All I see is the brilliant shade of crimson as my rage floods through me.
Falling at her feet, I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her plump lips. “What happened?” I can’t keep the fury from my voice, and it comes out more like a growl.
“Oh, this?” She waves to herself. “Nothing. That was from last night. He got drunk and had his fun with me.”
“Did he fuck you?”
She lets out a laugh. “No. I haven’t let him fuck me since we’ve been together. He tried, however, last night. But he was too drunk… couldn’t get it up. When I laughed, he tried to choke me. You can’t choke someone when a lamp smashes against your head, though. In fact, you get knocked right out.” Now her giggles become maniacal.
“Pack your shit now, Maze. You’re coming with me. Forever.”
Her eyes light up. “Wh-wha…” she stutters. “You want me forever?”
My eyebrows scrunch together in irritation. “Of course, I fucking want you forever. And I will die before he lays another hand on you. Got it, little turtle? Now go pack your shit.”
She beams before launching herself into my arms. We tumble backward onto the bathroom floor. Her legs straddle my hips, and she fuses her lips to mine. I’m distracted by the way she rocks against my hard cock to the point I nearly forgot why I came here.
“What’s gotten into you, Maze?”
“I love you, Aut.”
My lips quirk up at hearing her admit it for the first time. I’ve murmured it to her on several occasions with my dick balls deep inside of her. But this is the first time hearing it back.
“I love you, too, pretty lady.”
Like an animal, she frantically undoes my jeans until she can pull my cock out. I don’t get any warning before she lifts up and then impales herself on my dick.
“FUCK MAISE!” I hiss out, not expecting the sudden bliss shooting down my cock.
Her mouth finds mine as she bucks on me like I’m a fucking horse, and she’s a giddy as hell cowgirl. When I’m about to come, she lifts up and gazes at me with furrowed brows.
“You better not leave me.”
I frown at her and grab her hips to keep her moving. “The only way I’m leaving is with you.”
She contemplates my words before speaking. I can tell her body is arguing with her mind. It’s telling her to shut the fuck up so she can come and then we can do this talking shit.
“I.” I buck into her hard enough to make her yelp. “Love.” Another powerful thrust. “You.” Her head falls back when I touch her clit. Only a few rubs against it, and her pussy is clenching hard around my cock.
“Shit,” I grunt, my release closer than ever.
Her mouth finds mine again, and she murmurs her words. “I’m pregnant.”
The whispery way she says them has me coming so hard, I think I might pass out. She continues to ride my dick until I’m spent and blissed the fuck out.
“Say something,” she murmurs.
I chuckle and slap her ass with both hands. “About damn time.”
She lifts up and punches me in the chest. Her tiny fists are nothing. “You don’t care? You’re not worried about me ruining your life?”
Smirking, I tell her the truth. “I fucked you bare fully understanding the consequences. I’m not my asshole father. My kids will know me. All of them.” It’s the motherfucking truth. My childhood was sad and lonely. I had no siblings, and my mother drank away her life. One day, I hope to have lots of kids to fill up a home with. Lots of kids that look just like the woman sitting on my cock.
Her brows pinch together, worry marring her perfect features. “But what will we do? Where will we go? I don’t even have a job anymore,” she says in a panicked tone.
Hugging her to me, I kiss her head. “You can do whatever you want, Maze. If you want to stay home with our baby, then do it. If you want to be a teacher, do that. If you want to sell fucking bananas on the side of the road, I’m not going to stop you. I’m going to get through college with you and our child by my side. We’ll make it work.”
Visions of Maise with a swollen belly do something to my male pride, and I want to beat the fuck out of my chest, grunting who she belongs to.
“Come on, let’s get you dressed and packed. We’re going to Hanover tonight to look for houses,” I inform her.
She stands up and sets to cleaning herself up. “So, it’s just like that? I can just leave him and go with you. Why does that idea seem so much easier now than it did almost two months ago?”
I take the towel and wipe off my cock before grinning at her. “Because you’re not alone anymore. And neither am I. We’re a family now. You, me,” I gesture before splaying my palm ag
ainst her flat belly. “And baby turtle.”
She giggles and rests her hand on mine. “You’re quite a catch, Author Banks.”
“I know.”
That comment earns me a slap to the chest.
But her laughter earns me a swell to the heart.
I’m just pulling up my pants when a door slams somewhere within the house making all the windows rattle. Maze’s widened eyes meet mine, and terror washes over her. I hate that our happy moment has been erased by that fucking bastard.
“Hide,” she hisses, dragging me out of the bathroom. “In the closet.”
Rolling my eyes, I stride over to the closet and pull the door closed just as he walks into the room. Devon Macmillan. My father. The asshole of the fucking century.
As soon as he sees her, his tense posture loosens. “Maze, I fucked up.”
Her eyes dart over to me where I’m peering out before she looks back at him. “What happened?”
His fingers rake through his hair and he trembles. “I had an affair.”
At this, I smirk. He’s had an affair on her with fucking everyone. This affair was different, though…
“I suspect you’ve had many. This isn’t news to me,” she tells him coldly, her chin held high with bravery. I’m so proud of her in this moment, I could waltz out there and scoop her into my arms. As much as I want to flaunt our relationship in front of him, I hold still instead.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about those. But this one was worse,” he admits. His hand reaches for her, but she takes a step back.
“Don’t touch me.”
He lets out an angry huff. “I fucked an underage girl. The police are involved because she filed a report against me. I was tipped off they’re going to arrest me.”
And…my work here is done. I’ll miss my XBOX One, but the look on his face was worth it. Fucking priceless.
She glares at him. “You sick bastard.”
“Don’t, Maise. I’m dealing with enough shit as it is. I don’t need you making me feel worse!”
“Worse?” she screeches. “You are the worst. Ever since the day we married, you’ve done everything you can to make my life a living hell. You deserve this, Devon!”