Page 5 of Disobedient
“This is a dangerous game, Summer,” Briggs announces as he gets to his feet. “You’re my student, for Christ’s sake.”
I shake my head. “Not anymore. A few hours ago you handed me my graduation certificate and sent me off into the real world. I’m not your student.”
Briggs takes a deep breath, fingers caressing the top of the wood desk. “You’re my best friend’s daughter,” he argues. “Greg isn’t going to like this.”
“With all due respect, fuck Greg.” The words tremble as they escape my lips. I love my daddy, but he has no role in this room right now.
“I’d rather fuck you,” he swallows.
If that’s what he wants, I’m more than happy to oblige. I slip the strap of my dress off my shoulder, baring just a little more skin than I was before. “Then do so.”
BRIGGS
I’m an idiot. This is a mistake. How will I ever explain what I’ve done to Greg? Or, worse, the school board? I could lose my job over this. Not because she’s a student—Summer was right, she graduated and is no longer under my purview—but because we’re going to have sex on campus. This is the biggest mistake I’ve made in my entire life.
And would you believe that I’d do it again? The second I see her sleeve slip off her shoulder and bare that creamy skin, my dick is throbbing in my jeans.Keep it in your pants, Briggs. Tell her that while you’re interested, this is the wrong location for this.But when I open my mouth, those aren’t the words that roll off my tongue.
“Now do the other one.” The only head talking for me right now is the one in my pants. God help him.
A flirtatious smile appears on Summer’s lips as she takes a step forward, walking past the only window that looks into the classroom from the hallway. “Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about you?”
I step away from the safety of my borrowed desk and I walk towards the woman who has the capacity to ruin my career. “How long?” It feels like I’m running on autopilot. Someone or something deep inside of me is controlling my movements.
Summer drops the second strap on her dress, baring her other shoulder. Gravity and a bountiful chest are the only things holding the fabric up. “For as long as I could remember. At first, it was just silly, little girl stuff.” She slowly makes her way toward me, taking her time with each step. “When I played house with my friends, I pretended that I was married to you. When we were nine and talking about boys that had cooties, I swore up and down that you were the only one that didn’t. I was thirteen the first time I saw you hanging out by my daddy’s pool and I felt a stir inside of me.”
Thirteen. I don’t even think I gave Summer a second thought when she was thirteen. We talked here and there, and she asked me for help with her history homework, but that was about it. She stayed away from me and I had no reason to go near her.
“At fourteen, in my first year of high school, you were the only man I had a crush on. These silly little high school boys called me fat, said I was too big for them to wrap their arms around. But then there was you. Tall, broad, handsome.” Her teeth come out to graze her bottom lip, slipping back into her mouth immediately after. “I looked for you in other men, you know. Older men. Men who carried themselves with the same confidence as you.”
There’s a lump in my throat as she arrives on my aisle of desks. Her fingers slide across the tops of the chairs as she moves; her eyes never leave mine. “You’ve been dating older men?” I ask idly. “Does your father know about this?”
She shakes her head no with a tiny little mischievous grin on her face. “No, and he never will. Not about them, and not about you. Unless,” Summer pauses in her stride, “it becomes more.”
The word ‘more’ sends a shiver down my spine. I’ve been a bachelor for years. I told myself it was because I was picky. I didn’t want to date and marry the wrong girl and go through a divorce. But that doesn’t explain why hearing the idea of ‘more’ with Summer sounds like a dream come true.
“You need to know something before we continue.” Her hands come up to grab the neckline of her dress.
I watch her fingers intently as she peels off the firecracker red fabric that has been taunting me all night. “And uh, what might that be?” I’m distracted by her body. Her thick, delicious thighs. The lines of her curves create convexes at her waist.
Summer pulls the dress down and exposes black undergarments beneath. “I’m a virgin, Briggs. I want you to be my first.”
My jaw drops at the pronouncement. Given the way she’s talked to me tonight, I could have sworn she had at least a few partners under her belt. I didn’t like it because I’d known her since she was a baby, but I accepted it. Realizing that she is as pure as undriven snow is a completely new revelation for me. “Summer,” I start with a frown, “I don’t think this should be where your first time is then. You should be wined and dined by a man that you love. He should treat you like a queen. Your first time should be in a bed with candles and flowers and all that.” The romantic movie first time.
She shrugs her shoulders at me, stepping even closer. From this distance, I am getting faint whiffs of her strawberry shampoo again. “I’ve done all the other stuff, Briggs. I’ve had my first kiss. I’ve fooled around with boys. I’ve even gone down on a few of them. I’m actually really good at it,” Summer says with a blush that’s hardly visible in the dim room. “But I could never convince myself to have sex with any of those men. I think, in a way, I was always saving myself for you.”
Those final few words push me over the edge. I close the gap between us, striding across the expanse in three easy steps. I bring a hand to her face and cup her cheek, burning holes of lust into her. “Summer, this isn’t a game. If we do this,” I trail off.
“If we do this, everything changes,” she finishes for me. “I know what I’m doing, Briggs. I’m not going into this lightly. I’ve fantasized about you for years. I’m finally an adult, I’m not a student anymore,” Summer’s brows knit together, “this is what I want.”
I lean down to press my lips to hers tenderly. This is wrong in every sense of the word, but God damn, it feels so right. I reach up to grab her hips and hold her. It’s been a long time since I was with a woman last, at least six months. I don’t remember why we broke up, but it was for the best. Holding Summer in my grasp is unlike any feeling I’ve ever had before.
I know that I’m an idiot and that this is a mistake. It’s something I’ll never forgive myself for if I break her heart or I don’t live up to her expectations. But right now, at this moment, all I want to do is strip off her undergarments and show her what her first time with a man should look like.
“Take me, Briggs,” she whispers as she breaks the kiss. “Take all of me. Please.” That last note sounds so vulnerable that it breaks the last of my resistance.
SUMMER
This time when Briggs kisses me, it is rough and demanding. I can feel the need in the pressure of his lips on mine. His tongue slips past my defenses and dances around my mouth, tasting everything from the corners to my soft palette.
