Bad Kind of Love

by Remi Rose

  His name was like a punch to the gut. Guilt coursed through me as I held back tears from falling.

  What if he found out about Jack and me?

  He’d hate me forever. I’d hate me forever.

  “Becca?” Jack’s worried eyes look me over before placing a hand on the side of my face. “What’s wrong?”

  Surely he couldn’t be that stupid.

  “Wes can never find out about us.”

  My voice is stern, but the feeling of sadness creeps over me.

  “Eventually he will.” He says with a straight face, but inside, the idea of his son knowing we were together was tricky. “Maybe not now or even in a year. But one day, he’ll know that you’re mine.”

  “No one can know about us.” I add. “We don’t need you in prison.”

  His eyes soften, and a small smile appears. A smile from Jack was rare, maybe even rarer than seeing a shooting star. And damn, was it beautiful.

  “No one will find out.” He reassures, rubbing his fingers softly down my face.

  “That means no touching or anything inappropriate at school.” I try laying some ground rules, but instead of agreeing, he rolls his eyes.

  “When I get you alone, and I will.” He hauls me closer to his face, lightly brushing his lips against mine. “I’ll fuck you on my desk, on the student’s desks and maybe even lick you during lunch hour.”

  My eyes roll back, and the ache between my legs sparks back to life despite its soreness.

  “Don’t expect me to ignore you anymore.” He nibbles on my lip, dragging my flesh between his teeth. “Now that I’ve had you, I won’t be able to stop.”

  Groaning, I try to focus but it’s extremely hard when I have Jack sucking on my lips.

  “I'll let you do whatever you want to me, if….” I go on and his mouth drops from mine. “You tell me something about you. Anything.” I beg.

  Seemingly frustrated, he pulls back, but soon gives in when I give him my sad eyes.

  “What do you want to know?” He grunts, running a hand through his mess of waves.

  “Anything!” I grin. “Something about your childhood, your parents, what made you become a teacher…”

  “I didn’t always want to be a teacher.” He admits.

  I knew teaching probably wasn’t his true calling, but I was always curious about why he became one.

  “No?” I raise a brow.

  “After I found out about Wes, I knew I needed a more stable job. Something safe and reliable. I wanted to give him a good life, better than what I had growing up.”

  Glancing off into the distance, Jack seems to get lost in his own thoughts. His normally cool posture was now tense. I knew he cared for Wes, loved him like a father should, but his hope of having a real relationship with him was dwindling.

  I hated to see them both hurting. I felt compelled to comfort them both but now, everything had changed.

  “So you chose to be an English teacher?” I chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood. “Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re good...but I pictured you as more of a mechanic or something.”

  Laughing, he pulls me in closer, securing his arms around my naked waist. “Why? Because of my long hair and tattoos?”

  Shrugging, I snuggle in closer to his warmth. “Yah.” I agree. “When I picture a teacher, I don’t envision someone like you.”

  His lips brush against my ear. “Well, when I picture a student, I don’t see someone like you.”

  His voice is low, but it’s the light touch of his finger on my thigh that has me distracted.

  “Someone like me?” I question as my eyes flutter closed from his tracing on my leg.

  “When I look at my students I feel nothing. I see naive teenagers who never suffered a day in their lives... knowing nothing about the real world.” He continues rubbing a small pathway up my leg and back down. “But with you, I can sense the hardships you’ve gone through. The pain that burdens you. The one you’ll never admit to yourself or anyone else.”

  “I wouldn’t call what I’ve gone through hardships.” I shake my head, but he immediately shuts that down.

  “Don’t down play it, O’Connor.” He grunts. “I may not know what you’ve been through but I know privation when I see it.”

  “So what makes me so different then?” I ask confused. “Why choose me?”

  Peering up into his dark gaze, I search for answers.

  “When I look at you, I don’t see my student.” He devours my face with adoring eyes, and I swear my heart melts all over his chest. “I see a woman. A beautiful, fierce woman who, like me, knows what it's like to be different. To have lived a hard life and survive with only a few scratches.” Grabbing the sides of my face, he gently pulls me toward him. “Some need the light to drag out the darkness, but, you and I both belong to the night.”

  He was right. The darkness was the only place for us.

  I have finally succumbed to the devil himself.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Becca

  The sound of my phone ringing rouses me out of my deep sleep. My eyes still heavy from the sudden interruption, I pull myself out of Jack’s embrace. He reluctantly lets me go, and rolls over facing away from me as I drop to the floor and search for my phone. Once I find it buried under my sweatshirt, I squint from the bright light as I notice the hundred of missed calls and texts from Aunt Claire.

  Shit.

  How could I have fallen asleep?

  She was probably at home losing her damn mind trying to get a hold of me.

  “What's wrong?” I hear Jack's throaty voice ask as I frantically pull on my clothes.

  “I have to go home.” I mumble while patting the ground for my thong.

  “Why?” He chuckles, making the bed creak as he sits up. “Just stay the night.”

  Annoyed, I rise up and quickly flick on the lights. “You know I can't.” I shake my head, avoiding his obvious glare. “I told my aunt that I was here with Wes, and if she finds out he’s not here, we're both fucked.”

  Finding my underwear, I quickly jump into them before I pull on my pants.

  “Give me your phone.” He demands, but I’m already rushing out of the door.

  I hear him scurry out of bed and chase after me. “God dammit, Becca.” He curses, snatching my arm before I can rush out the front door. “Wait a fucking second.”

  “As much fun as tonight was, I have to go.” I huff, trying not to get lost in his naked form that flexes with every breath he takes.

  The hard lines across his face tell me he’s reluctant to let me go. “Tell her you went over to a girl’s house and stayed the night.”

  If only I could.

  Aunt Claire knew that the only girl friend that I had was Josie, so that excuse would most certainly not work.

  “I can’t.” I trace a finger down his firm chest, slowly gravitating my way down to the V that disappears under his boxers.

  “You can’t or you won’t?” He grips my finger, halting my movements.

  He sounds upset, but more irritated than anything.

  “It’s too risky.” I confessed, hoping he’d understand. I wasn’t just looking out for my best interest, I was looking out for his as well.

  “Let me see your phone.” He demands again, but this time in a softer tone.

  “Why?” I question, searching his eyes for answers.

  “Just trust me.”

  Did I trust him?

  Not really, but I was starting to.

  Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone and hand it to him. He immediately starts tapping on the screen and puts the phone up to his ear.

  “What are you doing?” I start to worry as I hear the ringing sound.

  Instead of answering me, he turns away from me.

  “Hi, is this Ms. O’Connor?”

  Oh my god.

  “Yes, don’t worry she’s fine. I’m Wes’s father.”

  Circling around him trying to snatch the phone away, he quickly turns again.<
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  “No, I figured you were worried. She just fell asleep on the couch and I didn’t want to make her drive home when she’s tired.”

  Could this really be working?

  “Yes of course, I’ll make sure she leaves tomorrow morning.”

  Baffled, I watch in disbelief as he convinces my Aunt Claire into letting me stay the night. Sure, she doesn't know the real reason why I was sleeping over, but damn.

  “You’re welcome, have a good night.”

  And just like that, our worries were solved.

  With his strong back towards me, he slowly spins around with a ‘told you so’ grin across his mouth.

  “Now that that’s solved.” He stalks toward me with predatory intent.

  “Yah, yah, yah.” I wave my hand in his face. “You won, now let's go back to bed.”

  As I try brushing past him, he immediately steps in front of me blocking my path. Peering up into his dark eyes, a playful gleam stares back at me.

  “I’m awake now.” He presses himself further into me. “Going to bed is the last thing on my mind.”

  He walks me backwards until my knee’s bump against the couch.

  “What is on your mind?” I purr, watching his cock harden under his boxer shorts.

  “You, always you.” He pushes me until I fall flat on my back. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”

  *******

  After leaving Jack this morning, I swear I was on cloud nine. Our goodbye kiss was filled with so much passion that I thought I’d never make it out the front door. But reluctantly, he let me go.

  We agreed we’d somehow find time for each other every day. Whether it be somewhere secluded or at school, we knew what we had couldn’t just be thrown away. But in the back of my mind, guilt began to form and soon it would eat at me every day.

  As I pull into my driveway, I hear the ringing of my phone and immediately think it's Jack. Instead, the caller ID reads Wes.

  Fuck.

  Did he somehow find out about his dad and me?

  Should I even answer the phone?

  Panicking, I stare hard into the screen until finally I hit the big green button.

  “Hello?” I answer softly, waiting for the shouting but it never comes.

  “Hey, sorry for calling so early.” His voice sounds cheerful, but I still feel on edge. “I just… needed to hear your voice.” He admits and I feel my heart skip a beat, but also sigh in relief.

  Why did he have to be so damn sweet?

  “What’s wrong?” I ask worried.

  “I miss you.” His confession makes me smile, but all I feel is guilt gnawing at my insides. Gripping my steering wheel, I hold back the tears that are on the verge of falling.

  “I miss you too.” I tell him even though just a few minutes ago I was swapping spit with his father.

  Instead of feeling like the world's worst friend, I felt like a cheating girlfriend. A conniving liar who ruined something good, something that I wanted to explore further but Jack happened.

  “I wish you could have come with me.”

  My heart dips again and this time, I let a tear fall.

  “Me too.” I try to sound happy, but Wes knew me better than I knew myself.

  “What’s wrong? You sound upset?” He asks, bothered by tone.

  “Nothing.” I lie. “Just anxious for you to get home.”

  And I was.

  But I was terrified at the same time.

  How long could I keep Jack and me a secret for? Surely he’d find out somehow and I had a feeling he wouldn’t take it well.

  “I’ll be home soon.” He reassures. “Don’t forget about our date next weekend.”

  My face falls into my palm and I groan. I was officially falling fast out of the cloud nine state I had been in and now I had reached rock bottom.

  “I won’t.” I squeak, just imaging how Jack would react to this.

  “Good.” I can picture the smirk across his face and his dimples sticking out. “I gotta go, but I’ll text you later okay?”

  “Okay, see you soon.”

  I quickly hang up and my head drops down, smacking the steering wheel hard.

  What the hell was I getting myself into?

  A mess. A fucking mess that’s bound to end badly.

  The vibration of my phone startles me, and I realize it’s a text.

  Jack: I miss you.

  Confused, I type back wondering if this was actually Jack.

  Me: You do?

  He responds immediately.

  Jack: Duh. Maybe I should give you another shitty grade to get you to come over again.

  I burst out into a fit laughter.

  Me: HA, then maybe I shouldn’t sleep with my teacher again.

  Pulling myself out of the car, I wait for his response.

  Jack: Touché

  And just like that, my mood went from crappy to happy again because of Jack.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Jack

  Focus Jack.

  Only ten minutes left of class and you’ll get to see her.

  Glancing at the slow moving clock, I curse under my breath when I see only one minute has passed.

  As the last two weeks of school arrived, students began slacking off and my job became easier. Shit, if they didn’t want to do the work that was their problem. Teaching a class full of daydreaming students wasn’t exactly at the top of my priority list right now anyway, especially when a certain blonde invaded my thoughts.

  Dirty thoughts that would send me to prison if anyone found out about us.

  It’s been exactly three days since our night together. Wes came back from his visit at South Carolina University, and Becca and I had to pretend we hadn’t fucked like rabbits while he was away. We shared stolen kisses at school, but only in dark corners where no one would find us.

  We were always cautious and on alert, but I’m now starting to think “fuck that”.I want to take her over my desk.

  She was my obsession, my secret and worst of all, I was the monster in her nightmares. Guilt clawed at me daily, but I knew if I’d confess, she’d leave me. And I’d be damned if I would let her walk away now.

  The ringing of the bell caused my head to perk up from my desk and my heart to pick up speed.

  “Don’t forget, your paper is due Friday.” I remind the students as they book it out of the classroom. “Any late papers automatically get a zero.”

  With the few students that were still lingering in class, I could hear the groans of annoyance.

  Reaching into my pocket for my phone, I quickly send Becca a text.

  Me: Come to my classroom.

  I impatiently wait for her response, but then finally see the three little dots pop up on my screen letting me know she’s typing.

  Becca: Am I in trouble?

  Grinning, I stare down at my phone thinking of all the ways I could punish her but instead, I type back.

  Me: You will be if you’re not in here in two minutes.

  Waiting for a smart ass response, my eyes lift and I’m drawn outside the classroom door and into the hall. There, standing by the lockers is the woman who broke down all my walls like it was nothing. Every time I see her, it’s like a punch to the gut. She was too beautiful, too pure and all fucking mine.

  She watched me with the same intensity as she always did. Longing for something more but defiance lingered beneath the surface. Raising a blonde brow, she focused back on her phone, typing something that had my hands clenching my own phone.

  Becca: You look hot when you’re mad.

  Hot?

  Shaking my head, I quickly type back losing my patience as she stands there purposely trying to get me riled up. Self-restraint wasn’t exactly my specialty, especially when it came to her. As I continue typing, my eyes peer up for a second and I notice Wes beside Becca.

  He’s leaning against the lockers smiling ear to ear as she bites down onto her fat lip.

  My skin ignites as red hot fire courses thr
ough me. Jealousy, a feeling that was rare and unknown to me, shoots its way to my black heart, causing it to beat rapidly back to life. The sudden urge to drag her into this room and lock the door consumed me.

  But it wasn’t like it was just any other man that I was dealing with. It was my son.

  My own blood.

  His entrapping eyes stared down at her with the same tenderness and warmth as I did. But what stung the most was that I knew that look. A look that I swore off until she came along and tore all my beliefs down.

  Love.

  He was in love with Becca.

  And the way she leered at him, I’d say she felt the same.

  Even if she tried to deny it.

  The suffocating feeling in my chest soon took over as I watched in horror as she tossed her head back in laughter at something he said. I wanted to lunge, attack and even kill, but what fucking good would that do.

  I could feel my phone digging into my palm as I gripped it tightly, to the point of pain. Physical pain was nothing compared to emotional pain. Cut me with a knife or shoot me with a gun but watching the girl I love talk with my son was way fucking worse.

  Before my heart could sink any further, Becca’s eyes flashed to mine, and right then, I was reminded why she belonged to me. Even though Wes was there, she’d always find a way back to me.

  Wes appeared to be saying his goodbyes but then wrapped Becca in a tight embrace. With his back to mine, she secured her arms around him, glancing at me with an unreadable expression.

  She knew I was furious. My heavy glare was transparent as I burned holes into their backs. Finally, when he dropped his hold, I felt my body relax but fury still lingered. He stalked off down the hall leaving Becca alone with a look of worry across her face.

  She should feel worried.

  Nodding my chin towards her, she slowly steps into the room, stopping just beyond the door. With her arms at her sides, she peers down at her feet nervously. Hair hanging low like a curtain, I force myself to stay seated so I don’t do something stupid like push it out of her eyes.

  “Close the door.” I growl.

  Her head lifts slowly as our eyes clash together, releasing a burst of tension that causes her to shut the door with force.

  “But we might…” She rambles but I immediately cut her off.