Page 13 of Hot For Teacher
“Yes. It was alwaysyou, Bren.”
Chapter Seven
Brendan
Nothing feels as good as getting the one thing you always wanted.
Dating my former stepmother is not how I saw things going for me. After Blair moved in with me, it was clear what I felt for her was not one sided. We flirted too often. If we were not at classes or working, we were together. It was as if we had picked up where we left off.
Well, where we left off before she married my father.
“All the time you two shared a room,” I press her the night we make love for the first time.
Seeing her again had ignited the want I had felt for her since junior high. It had never gone away; I had just hidden it after the reality of her getting married hit me. It was painful seeing them together before I moved out. Now that I look back, their relationship was never affectionate or even remotely romantic.
“We never shared a bed. When he was home, he used to stay out on the couch. Once you were both gone, he stopped coming home. A few times he stayed in the bedroom with me. He would sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor, it was like camp. We would talk about his trips or you guys.”
“Did you two ever even....” I couldn’t even finish the question.
Just thinking of him putting his hands on her made me irate. I had been blind with jealousy at their joke of a wedding. Blair knew I was pissed. And I knew that she was regretting her choice even when she said I Do. I just could not figure out why.
“No, baby,” she had whispered, pressing her damp body against mine, brushing gentle fingers through my hair. “Not even a kiss. Well, he kissed me at the wedding, to seal the deal. A kiss on the head or cheek when he was going out of town. He was.... he was a father figure to me, he swore to take better care of me than my own parents had, and I was alone, I was scared, I was stupid. I should have...”
“You should have come to me,” I had growled at her before I pinned her perfect body beneath mine to push inside her again.
We made love half a dozen times that first night. Once I found out I was her first, and she was mine, something primal came over me. In the bath I ran for us, I fucked her hard, not even thinking about being gentle. Blair told me not to be gentle, not to hold back, so I held nothing back.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I reached for her. I had done that a hundred times before, after dreaming of her coming to my bed. Now she was there so when I took her astride me and she took me inside her with a soft, sated moan, it was better than any dream I ever had of her.
Knowing their marriage was nothing like I thought it was, it eased some of the anger I had held onto. Some of the jealousy. I had held onto that since she turned me down for prom. I was the asshole then—all the jocks were talking about her sleeping her way through the team. Of course, it looked as if I was lining up to get my shot.
“I didn’t want to go with anyone else,” she told me when we laid in bed, talking in the dark, touching each other like we had always wanted.
“Me either. I went out to the water tower and got drunk. Dad was pissed but when you two told us a few weeks later...I went right back to that water tower.”
“What about you...you and Mandi? Bobbi said you had a thing for her.”
Laughing at her pout of jealousy, I had held her close, sighing after pressing a kiss to her lips. “I thought we had a lot in common. We were close, not as close as you and I ever were, so it was comfortable to kind of fixate on her. It felt wrong fixating on you after you were married.”
“Nothing ever happened?” she pressed, rubbing herself against me.
“No, babe. Nothing. We watched a lot of movies together, ate tons of junk food, and we went to Skateland a few times. Nothing more.”
We had talked for hours that night, making love when talking was not enough. It sucked we had lost so much time together, that we had the strange dynamic of her being my stepmother. I had teased her that it made her even hotter, almost like forbidden fruit. I joked they might make skin flicks about this sort of thing one day.
After we blew off a second day of classes, staying home to watch movies, make out, and make the best popcorn ever, we got right back to the real world. Before classes, I would kiss her in the safety of the truck, listening to our favorite Bon Jovi album. Then off to classes we went.
Between shifts at Pine Grove Galleria, hers at the record store and mine at the theater, we hide out in the projection room. We have watched every movie playing at the theater at least twice. A few times with her riding me while I cover her mouth, so no one heard her breathy moaning.
No one has asked questions about us spending every moment together. Not even Bobbi. More than once she has come to my place just after we finished screwing around, both of us giggling like idiots. I am sure my sister knows what we were doing, still she will never ask.
At least, I thought Bobbi would never ask.
“So uh...you banging our stepmother, Bren?”
Choking on my hotdog from the Hot Dog on a Stick joint at the Pine Grove Food Court, I gasp for air. Bobbi laughs, shoving her Slice at me with a narrowed gaze. I finish off the fountain drink, pushing the cup of ice back at her with a glare.
“Yeah. Yeah, I am. Do not lecture me. You started banging your boss last year,” I remind her about her salacious relationship with her boss, who will soon be her husband. Wicked weird to think of my sister being tied down to one man, but I guess Bishop is enough man for her.
