Page 47 of Single Glance

“Are you wet, Hadley?” She nodded. “Good. That’s so fucking good, baby. Now, stick one of your fingers inside yourself and show me. Show me how much you want me, even from far away.”

Hadley chewed on her lower lip as she propped the phone up on her pillow. She dragged her finger down, lifting my shirt up to expose the bare expanse of her stomach. She continued down until she reached the edge of her boy shirts, smirking as she glanced back at me. “Keep fucking going,” I growled.

“So bossy.” She grinned, lowering her hand until it disappeared under the pale pink fabric. When she brought it back out, the tips of her fingers glistened with her desire, and my mouth watered at the sight.

“Suck on them,” I said, tugging my sweats down my legs. “Taste yourself, baby. See how fucking incredible you are. Sunshine and goddamn honey.”

Hadley didn’t hesitate, sticking out her tongue and dropping her finger on top of it. God, my dick was practically stone. When she sucked it into her mouth and moaned, it took everything in me not to come. My fist tugged on my shaft as I watched her, wishing more than anything to kiss away the flavor, using my tongue to lap up every spare drop. “Fuck, baby,” I groaned, quickening mymovements. “Touch yourself. Please. I need it. I need to hear you come, baby.”

“Cam,” she breathed. Her cheeks brightened, turning a darker shade of red as she toyed with her entrance.

“Move the phone down, Hadley. Now.”

She did as I asked, using her free hand to shift her phone so her pussy was on full display. Her fingers worked in and out of her core as her thumb circled her clit. She was so wet, probably aching for release.

“God,” I groaned as my fist tightened around my cock. “Look at you, baby. So fucking needy, dying to come already. Are you picturing me there with you?”

“Yes,” Hadley whispered, her fingers quickening with my words. “I wish it was your mouth on me. You make me feel so good, Cam.”

“Same,” I bit out. “I wish I had your tight pussy clenched around me right now. I need it. Nothing I want more than to sink deep into you and make you scream my name.”

“Cam,” Hadley called out, and her body pulsed with a mind of its own.

“Fucking come for me, Hadley. Let me watch your beautiful face when you do.”

Hadley’s hand shook as she adjusted the phone, highlighting her panting face. I wanted to lick every drop of sweat from her skin, to lap up her release like the sweetest candy. As her back arched off the bed and she chanted my name, my balls tightened, that familiar tingle of ecstasy cascading along my spine. Hot, thick cum coated my stomach and hands as Hadley crashed over the edge with me.

As our breathing slowed, we stared at each other, both wearing matching smirks. Hadley’s blue eyes sparkled in the darkness, and I couldn’t look away. She’dbecome my personal addiction, so fucking beautiful, it made my chest clench in appreciation.

We both turned away from the camera to clean ourselves up, but neither of us moved to disconnect the call. When I returned to the hotel bed, Hadley’s face was the first thing I saw, and I couldn’t hold back my grin. She was quickly becoming everything to me, and even though there would definitely be an uncomfortable conversation with Victoria in the future, I didn’t regret what was happening between us.

Not for one moment.

No matter what happened next, I would fight to hold on to Hadley. I’d learned the hard way that baseball and relationships didn’t mix well, but for her, I had to try. There wasn’t an alternative. Her eyes drifted closed with a satiated smile on her lips. I reached out, and like a sap, I traced her cheek with my finger, counting down the minutes until I could hold her for real.

Hadley might only be mine during stolen moments and hidden nights right now, but as I drifted off to sleep, all I could dream about was how I wanted so much more.

THIRTY-SIX

My leg shook under my desk as I stared at the clock on the wall. Even for a Friday, the time ticked down way too slowly. Only fifteen more minutes, and we’d start packing up, which meant the weekend was finally here.

Cam would be home tonight.

“Ms. McKay!” one of my students called out. Emmanuel smirked as he held up his creation. “Look what I made!”

“That’s amazing, bud!” I beamed back at him. “You’re becoming quite the engineer.”

He responded with a toothy smile before he went right back to building. Friday afternoons were my favorite part of the week, and not even for the reason most people would expect. When Brianna and I talked about the schedule, I asked if I could take the last thirty minutes of the week and let the kids do some STEAM activities. One teacher I’d worked with back in Texas did it with her class, and it was incredible to see what the kids could create with only their imagination. It was a free-choice, less structured activity, but even in my brief tenure here, I saw how muchthey loved getting to explore different materials and concepts.

As I turned to talk to another group about their project, my phone vibrated on my desk. I walked over to look at who was calling. I never liked to keep my phone on while I was teaching, but with Cam out of town, I needed to make sure Emilia’s school could get a hold of me if there was an emergency. But that wasn’t who was calling. Instead, my mother’s number scrolled across the screen. I instantly hit the side button, sending her to voicemail. She’d probably rant and rave in my voicemail, but there was no way I was dealing with her in the middle of the workday.

After checking on another group of students, Brianna came over to my desk, clutching her coffee cup. I tucked my phone into my purse and joined her on the other side. As I looked her over, I arched my bow, noting the dark circles under her eyes. “Late night?”

“Nights.” She emphasized the “s” with a worn weariness. She glanced down at the group of students working next to my desk and lowered her voice. “Todd and I have been…disagreeing about certain things. It’s been a little tense at home, so I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“No, but thank you. I keep trying to tell myself it’s just a rough patch, that things are going to go back to normal soon enough, but…” Her voice trailed off as she shook her head. “There’s another part of me that wonders if this is our new normal, if our relationship has changed so much, we’ll never get back what we once had.”

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