He wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck. “Because you’re the kindest, most honest, caring man I’ve ever met, and I knew the judge would see that.”
“Oh.”
His lips find mine, and we kiss. I’ll never tire of the way his larger lips envelope mine. His tongue laps at mine, sending shivers down my spine. He moves down my neck and then down even further. He spreads my cheeks and tongues my hole. My eyes roll back in my head as he barely breaches the ring of muscle.
“Spread wide for me.” He smacks my outer thigh.
I part my knees and listen as he pops the cap of the lube. Then his dick is between my ass cheeks, begging for entry. I relax my muscles, as he slowly invades my hole. He fills me so completely, in every way. I rest my forehead against the tile and surrender myself to the way he stimulates from deep inside. I came not ten minutes ago, but he’s milking my prostate and I know I’m going to come again.
“This ass is mine forever, you know that, right?” he grunts.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“I’m going to fill you up. You want that?”
“Do it. Please.”
“Touch yourself for me. Show me how hard you can get,” he whispers in a seductive voice.
I stroke myself while he pounds into me, driving into my prostate. We come together in a series of gasps and groans. He pulls me up and tenderly washes me. It’s a good thing because I’m completely boneless.
“I’m going to marry you,” he announces while drying me off.
“I’m sorry, what?” I choke on my own saliva.
“You said we were a family. Did you mean it?”
“Yes. Every word.”
“Then I’m going to marry you. Make it legal and shit.” He wraps his own towel around his waist. “And I want to adopt Lane.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, babe. I do.” He chuckles.
“Then we’re yours.”
Boaz Dixon is a sneaky one. He snuck into my life, into my heart, and now into my future. I wonder what else he’s going to surprise me with.
“And I think we need at least two more kids.”
There it is. Always shock and awe with this guy. Big moments and calm in-betweens.
Finally, I’m where I’m supposed to be.
*Want to read more about the men of Brigs Ferry Bay? Read Sheriff’s Secret, by K Webster and Kian’s Focus, by Misty Walker.*
Miss B by K Webster
A Taboo Treat & Brigs Ferry Bay Crossover
Chapter One
Kerry
You embarrassed me.
Daddy’s words keep replaying in my head over and over again.
Anything that impacts his public image is embarrassing. In this case, it was a failed date with one of his politician buddies. The guy was a sleazeball and I couldn’t get away from him fast enough. When he got handsy, I smacked him. The jerk tattled on me to my father.
And now I’m trying desperately to dry my tears before my after-school appointment shows up. Of all the people to see me cry, it can’t be him.
Zane Mullins.
School’s bad boy who spends more time in the principal’s office than anyone else who attends Brown High.
Zane sniffs out weakness and preys on it. I’ve seen him zero in on it time and time again with different teachers. With me, he knows his shameless flirting gets under my skin, so he turns on his charm during our forced Monday meetings.
It wouldn’t be so annoying except he’s incredibly good-looking. His muscular frame towers over mine and his deep voice never ceases to vibrate me to my core. He flusters me and I think he knows it.
That’s another reason why these dates don’t work that Daddy keeps setting me up on. I’m harboring a shameful crush on a student at the school I work at. It doesn’t matter that he’s eighteen and very much a man in all the ways it counts.
He’s. My. Student.
It’s my job to guide him and counsel him in regard to his grades, his behavior, and his future. Our school’s principal, Adam Renner, tasked me with making sure he gets on the right track. If I let my guard down for a second, Zane will pounce. I’m afraid if he pounces, I might like it.
Now that would embarrass Daddy.
I can only imagine what a scandal that would be. It gives me hives just thinking about having my name splashed all over the news and social media, everyone seeing me as some sexual predator or something.
It’s times like these, I miss my twin brother, Keith. He’s not dead or anything, but because he doesn’t conform to Daddy’s strict rules, he’s pretty much been excommunicated from the family. When we all moved out of Brigs Ferry Bay to this town so Daddy could grow his law firm, Keith stayed back with Grandma. I speak to him on his birthday and on Christmas, but mostly we catch up via texts. I don’t dare go visit him in case Daddy finds out, and Keith certainly doesn’t come out this way. If I had my other half here, I could loosen up a bit, not always worrying about the rug being pulled out from under my feet.
The school bell rings, signaling the end of the day and the start of my meeting with Zane. A flush creeps up my neck as I wonder how I’ll thwart his advances today. Outside my office, I can hear Zane and his friend, Elma, laughing about something. Those two would be better suited for each other, but no matter how hard Adam tries to hide it, I know he’s sleeping with her.
There’s been a few times I’ve heard…stuff…in his office. Giggles. Smacking. Moans. I shift in my seat, suddenly too warm. Adam has PTSD, and most recently after fireworks going off in the auditorium, he had a panic attack. Elma was able to calm him down by kissing him. I was shocked to say the least and disappointed that the principal whom I admired was obviously in an intimate relationship with a student. I’d expected outrage from Coach Long, since he was the other witness to the event, but he didn’t seem surprised, nor did he seem to care. So, I never breathed a word of it to anyone.
Elma giggles once more, but not from whatever it is she and Adam get up to in his office. No, her laughter is from Zane. Again. For some reason, it’s grating on my nerves today.
It’s not her fault, though.
Because Daddy chewed me out over the phone earlier, I’ve been overly anxious and upset. That explains the tears and bitchiness, not Elma.
“Looking extra fine today, Miss B,” a deep voice rumbles. “I like when you wear white because I can totally see your bra.”
And just like that, I’m bright red.
As though he has a magnetic pull I’m helpless to fight against, my eyes greedily land on him. He closes the door behind him, a satisfied smirk on his handsome face as I blatantly check him out. His black hair is messy today, but it’s as though he fixed it that way on purpose. Bright green eyes blaze with amusement and his lips twitch like he wants to smile. Today he’s wearing a too-tight black T-shirt that shows off his impressive physique and jeans with more holes than is allowable for the dress code.
Stop looking.
As though he can hear inside my head, his grin spreads across his face in that wicked way I sometimes fantasize about. I straighten in my chair, pursing my lips, hoping like hell he can’t see how much he affects me.