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Author: Teresa Mummert


“Yea, good times.” I said, pushing off the bleachers and walking across the room. He struggled to get up on his crutches and follow after me.


“Maybe we can do it again sometime?” He asked, a little louder than he meant. I stopped, turning around to look at him.


“I don’t think you will be dancing anytime soon.” I glanced down at his ankle. His cheeks turned red and he rubbed his hand through his hair.


“Hey guys!” Becka called from behind me, putting her arm around my neck. “Hey Jeff.” She winked.


“Alright class, let’s run a few laps.” The instructer called from across the room. We all began to jog the perimiter as Jeff hobbled back to the bleachers. I was thankful for the distraction.


Chapter Twenty-Four


The morning flew by and I was in a great mood. I even finished the disgusting slop they called food during lunch. Nothing could bring me down from the high that I was on. I decided to hit the bathroom before Mr. Honor’s class. I ran my fingers through my hair and applied a fresh coat of lip gloss as the bell echoed throughout the building. I smiled at myself, knowing he would ask me to stay after class for being late. I grabbed my book sand walked down the hall. His door was closed and I peeked through the tiny window. His eyes caught mine, narrowing slightly.


“Ms. Townsend” he nodded as I took my seat. “See me after class.” I smiled and bit down on the end of my pencil. “Everyone clear your desks for the chapter quiz.” The class collectively groaned as he passed stacks of paper back the isles. Mr. Honor took his seat behind his desk and I got to work on the test. My phoone vibrated on my lap and I glanced down to read the screen.


I know just how to punish you.


I bit my lip and glanced up at him. His eyes locked on to mine.


Slide the phone between your legs and leave it there.


I glanced around the room. Everyone was working on their tests and oblivioius to our secret conversation.


Now.


I slipped the phone between my thighs and looked down at my paper. It suddenly vibrated again, sending pleasure shooting though my body. I grabbed the edge of my desk and looked back at him. His lips twisted into a wicked grin as he sent another. I parted my lips, trying not to pant aloud. He licked his lips as the phone virbated again and again. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to stop the sudden rush of pleasure that had taken over my body.


A knock came at the door and he frowned at me. I took a deep breath, thankful the torture was over.


“Come in.” he called across the room. The door opened and a tall brunette walked inside. She glanced around the room and I recognized her face immediately. Mr. Honor kept a tiny picture of her in his dresser drawer.


“Abby” he said, unable to hide the shock in his voice.


“Will” She said in an icy tone. She called him Will? Who was this woman? Why did he have a picture of her hidden away? Mr. Honor stood and quickly led her out of the room into the hallway. I stared down at my test paper, unable to make sense of anything. The bell rang and everyone got up from their seats. I sat still, feeling like I had been hit with a brick. Finally, I pushed myself up, taking a deep breath. As I walked out of the class I came face to face with Mr. Honor and this mystery woman.


“Emma, we can discuss you being late some other time.” His words hung heavy with sadness.


“No. She can stay. I’d like to get to know the woman who is fucking my husband.” She stared at Mr. Honor, never bothering to look at me. Her words ripped though me like a knife. I subconsiously grabbed my stomach as my heart sank. I looked at him, desperatly searching his eyes for answers. His jaw clenched and he looked like he was ready to lose all control.


“Oh, she didn’t know?” Abby said with a laugh.


“Go” He commanded, gesturing for Abby to go inside his classroom. His eyes turned sad as he looked at me. I looked down at the ground and walked back inside.


“I’m not here to ruin your fun, Will. I just came to get what is mine.” She explained, leaning back against his desk.


“I don’t owe you anything.” His voice was low and cold and it sent shivers down my spine.


“I’m sorry. Did you say you are his wife?” I asked, growing increasingly nauseous.


“Ex-wife” Mr. Honor corrected. He was only a few years older than me and I couldn’t wrap my head around any of this. Abby glared back at William and the tention in the air was palpable. I couldn’t picture him with a woman like her. Sure she was beautiful but she was also very strong and demanding, not something I could ever see him putting up with. Everything began to click into place in my head. Abby was the reason Mr. Honor was…the way he was. This woman had done something viscious to this man to make him turn into the controlling man he was with me.


“You really want your little secret getting out?” Her eyes danced between us. “Imagine what the other teachers would say. Imagine…what your father would say.” His body tensed and I knew she had struck a nerve.


“What is it that you want?” I asked bravely when Mr. Honor didn’t respond to her threats. Sme smiled politely at me.


“You know what I want but since that isn’t going to happen, a couple million oughta cover it. Don’t you think, Will?” Her eyes danced back to William, a full on smile spread across her face.


“Where the hell is he going to get money like that?” I asked, my eyes wide.


“Fine” he cut me off, starring at her through narrowed eyes. I felt like I was in the twilight zone. Nothing was making sense anymore. Mr. Honor took a step closer to Abby and she straightened her back. “Then you get the fuck out of my life. I don’t ever want to see you again.” Her lips pressed in a hard line and I could tell he had hurt her, but she was trying desperately not to show it.


“You have my number.” She replied, winking at him as she pushed between us and left the room. It felt like all of the air left with her and I leaned back against a desk trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Mr. Honor looked over at me, taking a step closer, but I held up my hand.


“Don’t” I blurted out and he stopped dead in his tracks.


“It was a long time ago.” He explained.


“How long? You’re just out of college and she.. how old is she?” My stomach twisted in knots.


“She was my math teacher in high school.” He confessed. I felt like somone had just punched me.


“And you…you married her?” I asked, trying to make sense of things. He took a step closer.


“I loved her.” His barely audible. That confession was my undoing. As much as I wanted to know about him, I never anticipated it going like this. I needed fresh air. I needed to get away from this place. I pushed off the desk, shoving by him. His hand caught my arm, keeping me from leaving.


“I need to get out of here.” The tears in my eyes threatened to fall at any moment.


“I’ll go with you.” He wasn’t asking for my permission. I knew if I wanted to make sense of this we would have to finish this talk. I nodded my head and he grabbed his things from his desk. As I made it to the parking lot I could see Mr. Honor in his car, glaring at me. I got in my car, taking a deep breath before pulling out onto the main road. I stared out of the front window, trying to avoid his reflection in my rearview mirror. My head swam with all of the new information I had received from Abby. After William’s confession to me this morning that he wanted to be with me, I did not think it was possible to come crashing down from that moment of happiness.


Chapter Twenty-Five


As I pulled up to Mr. Honor’s place my stomach began to twist into knots again. I wanted more than anything to be with him, but after Abby’s threats I knew it was not a good idea. The bay door slowly opened and I pulled my car inside. William’s car pulled along side mine, and the door slowly lowered behind us. I summoned all of my courage and got out of the car. He walked towards the base of the stairs and I followed behind, wondering what would be of us when this was all over.


The trip up the steps was the longest walk of my life. Every possible outcome for us played through my head. When we finally arrived inside I glanced around the room. It suddenly felt much larger and overwhelming than it had before. I took in the paintings that hung sporatically on the walls, and furniture that sat stratigically placed around the floor. How had I not noticed how expensive all of these things must have been?


“I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” His eyes met mine and I could not look away.


“Do you still love her?” I asked, my voice shaking. He swallowed hard.


“I don’t know.” That was not the answer I had hoped for but I could not blame him for his honesty. I nodded, looking down at my feet. He stepped closer to me and I stiffened my back, not sure how close I wanted him to get. He slid the palm of his hand across my cheek and I leaned in to his touch, closing my eyes.


“I do know that I love you more.” My eyes shot open and I searched his face, not sure I had heard him correctly. “I love you. I wasn’t sure it was even possible for me to care about anyone else again, but I can’t deny how I feel about you.” I stared at him helplessly as I absorbed what he was saying. “Breathe” he whispered and I took a deep breath as he instructed. His face became worried when I did not say anything. “What else do you want to know?” He asked.


“I think you said all I needed to hear.” I whispered. He smiled and kissed me like he had never kissed me before. His hand lost in my hair as he pulled me against him. His other sliding down my back and over my bottom. I placed my hands on his chest and slid the up to his strong muscular shoulders. He did not pull away or try to stop me. “Make love to me.” I breathed into his mouth.


He picked me up and carried me into his room, laying me gently in the center of his bed. His mouth hovered above mine.


“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked.


“Yes,sir” I moaned and his mouth crashed back into mine. We pulled at each others clothing, trying desperatly to get to one another.


“What do you want me to do to you?” his hot breath sending goosebumps over my skin.


“Kiss me…here” I moaned, tugging his hair gently and guiding his lips to my breast. I arched my back as he hungrily obliged. He had given me complete control and the feeling was overwhelming. His tongue slid in small cirlcles over my nipple. He let his teeth graze me and I moaned loudly in response.


“Where else?” he asked, practically panting. I tightened my grip on his hair and pushed him lower. His tongue trailed down my stomach, dipping into my belly button. I bit my lip and turned my head into the pillow as I pushed lower. I could feel his breath on me and it sent delicious waves of pleasure through me.


“Please” I begged, wanting to feel his touch. His mouth met the inside of my thigh and I arched my back in approval. His lips worked there wasy closer to my center I could barely hold on. His tongue dipped slowly against me and I felt my insides tighten in response. He continued to push against me at a slow steady rhythm as he slid one of his fingers inside of me. I rocked my hips with the motion of his finger, grabbing the blankets in my fists. He increased his speed, sliding another finger inside.


“Come for me” he whispered, as his fingers drove into me harder. I lost myself as the words left his mouth. My body tightened and responded to his touch sending waves of absolute bliss pulsating through me. He climbed on top of me, his eyes full of wanting. He grabbed a foil packet from beside the bed and quickly put the condom on himsef. I could feel him, hard against my entrance as his hand wrapped in my hair. “You belong to me Emma.” His hips gently rocked against me. I gasped at the sensation. “Tell me.” His eyes narrowed. He pushed harder against me, slowly entering me.


“I belong to you.” I whispered back. He pushed harder, sliding completely inside of me, leaving me feeling impossibly full.