She’s quiet in the passenger seat on the way home. Her cheeks are still rosy from the orgasm she had in my office. I’m dying to give her more. What we had a little while ago was nothing compared to what I have in store. Since I didn’t come, my dick has been angry and jumpy ever since. Luckily, when we left my office, school had let out and everyone was gone. I all but dragged her and threw her into my truck.
It isn’t until I’ve pulled up in front of my cabin that I speak.
“Are you okay?” I ask. Spanking her had been thrilling, but I kind of lost my head a bit. All I could think about was punishing her for kissing Zane. I’d been so pissed. It took everything in me not to throttle him. I was about to ram my fist through his nose when I’d seen his satisfied smirk. That little fucker put her up to it. They kissed just to make me lose my mind. And it worked. Jesus, how it worked. It made me realize I was desperate to kiss her myself.
Well, kiss and a whole lot of other things.
“The scars,” she murmurs, ignoring my question. “Those are from the war, huh?”
Absently, I scrub my palm against my scarred face. “Yeah.”
“My dad saved you?”
I glance over at her. Her brown eyes are soft as she regards me with a sweet expression. I’ve been guarded around her and it’s not fair. Especially since she opened up about her mother.
“He did.”
She smiles at my answer, but then her brows knit together as she frowns. “The nightmares?”
I nod. “PTSD.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, tears welling in her pretty eyes.
Reaching over, I grasp her hand and give it a squeeze. “It’s fine. Sometimes, when I’m stressed, I’ll have more episodes. For the most part, though, I’m okay.”
She turns to gaze out the window. “I stress you out?”
I bring our conjoined hands to my lips and kiss her knuckles. “You calm me.”
Her head snaps my way and she looks at me in confusion. “I do?”
“You’re a distraction. Unfortunately, you distract me from my duties as well.” I let out a resigned sigh. I asked her if she was willing to jump all in with me. I’m certainly not backing out now.
“I’m eighteen,” she says, irritation in her tone.
“And I’m pushing forty. Thirty-five years old to be exact and old enough to be your dad. Hell, I’m friends with your dad.”
Her cheeks blaze red. “But it’s not illegal or anything. Who cares if we do what we want?”
Sweet, sexy girl.
“I don’t think the school board would be okay with me doing whatever the fuck I wanted with my students,” I argue.
She huffs. “Not students. Me. Just one. It’s not like you do this with everyone, right?”
“Fuck no. I don’t look at students. But you?” I pierce her with a hot stare. “I can’t look away.”
Her lips quirk up on one side. “So I’m special?”
“Hell yes.”
“Nobody has to know,” she utters.
My phone rings and I let go of her hand to answer. I nearly choke when I see it’s Mateo.
“Hey,” I answer, attempting to sound cool and collected, not at all like I have every intention of fucking his daughter.
“Hey, bud. How’s my little girl?”
“She’s good.”
“Good?” He chuckles. “She’s anything but good. We both know she’s a bad girl. I still have boys showing up at the condo looking for her. If I find out which of those cocksuckers she was sleeping with, I’m going to rip their little balls out through their throat.”
I wince and am glad I’m not the unlucky kid who fucked the gorgeous Elma Bonilla. But my thoughts grow dark at the thought of her sleeping around with those assholes. Did they even make her come? Were they careful to use protection? Did they put her at risk?
“I’ve got to get in and start dinner. Did you need anything?”
“I’d like to talk to my daughter.”
“Of course.” I reach over to hand her the phone, but she glares at it.
“No,” she mouths at me. Anger is written all over her face.
“Elma,” I growl.
She shakes her head at me and bursts from the truck, leaving me alone.
“I think she’s still pissed at you for leaving her here,” I tell him.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “It was for the best. It makes me crazy knowing she was fucking those boys. Her friend Rita told me she was going wild, making her way through all their guy friends.” He growls. “I was fucking horrified to hear that shit, man.”
“Her friend sold her out?” My chest aches because that little cunt texts Elma all day as though they’re best friends, yet when the opportunity presents itself, she tattles to her best friend’s dad.
“You’re missing the point. Seven guys, Adam. Rita said my girl had sex with seven guys since this summer.” He swallows audibly. “Are you keeping her safe there? Away from any assholes who think they can get in her pants too?”
“Nobody is going to get in her pants,” I vow, the growl low in my throat.
“Thank God. You’re a good friend. Tell her to call me when she’s done being pissed at me.”
“Yep.”
I climb out of my truck once I’ve hung up and saunter up to the cabin. Elma has already gone inside. I find her standing in the kitchen sipping from a water bottle. Her brows are pulled together, a pained look on her face.
“Why didn’t you want to talk to him?”
She sets the bottle down and screws on the lid. “Because I’m still mad at him.”
“He just doesn’t want you to make the same mistakes.”
Her nostrils flare. “What mistakes were those?”
“Fucking all your friends,” I tell her bluntly.
She gapes at me, tears welling in her eyes. “Excuse me?”
“I know all about them. Apparently Rita told your dad.”
The flood of tears pooling on her lids escapes their dam. “She what?”
Stalking over to her, I pull her against my chest. “I’m sorry.”
Her body relaxes against mine as she sniffles. “Why would she tell him that?”
“She sounds like a real bitch if you ask me,” I say with a grunt. “You should find better friends.”
“Like Zane?”
Zane really is a good kid deep down past his hardass exterior. “As long as he doesn’t kiss you, then yes. He’s all right.”
She giggles and looks up at me. I swipe away her tears and press a kiss to her nose.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur. “They didn’t appreciate how perfect you are. You deserve someone who will.”
“Like you?”
“Damn right.”
Her palms wrap around the back of my neck and she stands on her toes. “I want you.”
I crush my lips to hers and kiss her hard. I want her more than anyfuckingthing right now. Grabbing her up by the ass, I hoist her up and the moment her legs wrap around my waist, I push her against the counter.
“I want you too.”
She begins plucking at buttons on my shirt, but I’m too eager to see her naked first. I start tugging at her sweater until it’s no longer in my way. Her pink bra makes her tits look fucking delicious, but it too must go. I easily unhook it with one hand and toss it away as well. Her tits are perfect round tanned globes with light brown nipples that just beg to be bitten.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I praise.
Her eyes widen and she smiles at me shyly. It makes me even angrier at the little assholes who got to her first. She’s special and sweet. Elma deserves to be worshipped and adored. Those pricks just used her.
“This won’t end after this one time,” I warn her. “I don’t fuck around.”
“I don’t want it to end after one time.”
“Good girl,” I mutter. “Once I claim something as mine, I don’t let go.”
She smiles. “I like the sound of that.”
We’re playing with fire. I’m her dad’s friend. She’s my student. And yet, neither of us is stopping. Apparently we both like to play a dangerous game.
Our lips meet again and we kiss hard. Her fingers tug at my hair. My palms grab at her ass. I get tired of all the clothing between us and shove her skirt up to her hips. She lets out a mewl when I reach between us and undo my belt.
“Adam…” Her whine sounds slightly nervous.
Lifting my gaze, I flash her a warm smile. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.” I won’t be like those other fuckers. She’s going to enjoy every second of this.
“I trust you,” she breathes.
I manage to pull my cock out and then push her panties to the side. My tip slides against her wet cunt, making my knees nearly go weak. I’m desperate to shove into her with one hard thrust, but I need to be careful. With the control of a saint, I fumble for my wallet. I manage to fish out a condom and roll it on my dick all while having a needy, moaning girl rubbing against me. It’s a miracle I didn’t shoot my load before I even got the damn thing on. With my sheathed cock in my hand, I tease her opening again. I line us up and kiss her. Hard and feral. Claiming.
“Elma,” I snarl against her mouth as I thrust hard into her.
A loud, ear-piercing shriek bellows from her the moment I’ve shoved myself inside her. Holy shit. Fuck, she’s so tight. Too tight. Her body trembles and a sob escapes her.
No.
Fucking Mateo.
Fucking Rita.
Liars.
“Baby,” I coo.
Her fingernails are digging into my shoulders and if I weren’t wearing a shirt, she’d most definitely be drawing blood about now.
“Baby, look at me.”
Her bloodshot eyes meet mine. My chest cracks open at seeing her tearstained face. Pain has her features twisted up and her bottom lip wobbles.
“You were a virgin.” I swallow as I stare at her pretty face.
She nods. “It hurts.”
Another shudder.
“Shhh,” I mutter. My lips press softly against hers as I ease her off my cock that’s about to explode with my orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” she cries out. “I can handle it.”
I kiss her pink nose. “I know you can. But we’re not doing it like this. Not half dressed against the kitchen counter. You deserve better than that, beautiful girl.”
She melts at my words. Now that she’s no longer tense and upset, I carry her to my bedroom that now smells like her. I set her to her feet and then carefully begin pulling off her skirt and panties. The smear of blood has my heart hurting, but I can’t do anything about that now. All I can do is make this better for her going forward.
I yank off the condom and toss it away. “Lie back and let me taste you.”