Indisputable (23 page)

Please, let him be waiting for me. 

Somehow, I manage to unglue my feet, and as I take
that first tentative step in his direction the most heart stopping, shy grin
breaks out across his face.  God, I want to run and throw myself in his
arms and beg him to never leave me again.  I want to cry for how sorry I
am.  I want to take his smooth strands in my hands, drag his mouth to
mine, and kiss him until we’re both panting for air. 

But just like breaking through the surface after being
underwater, the noises and people surrounding us permeate the soundlessness
I’ve experienced, and my senses return. 

It doesn’t matter.  The people rushing past me
don’t matter.  The yells of my classmates, the sound of the bell, none of
it matters.  The only thing I care about is that he’s here. 

He’s here.

And I’m ready.

I stop a respectable distance away, having enough wits
about me to be cautious.  We may be on our way to overcoming the fight
with our hearts, but I’m not about to forfeit our victory by getting caught
this close to the finish line. 

“Good morning, Mr. Ryan.”

“Morning, Tatum.  Did you have a nice
weekend?”  His voice wraps around me like velvet.  I missed the sound
of my name on his lips so much these past two weeks.

“It was uneventful.  I worked most of it,” I
reply quietly.  The last thing I want to do is seem needy, but I want him
to know I missed him.  The final bell rings, and I’m going to be
late.  The hall around us is now empty. 

Jacoby steps back to let me pass him, but as I move,
he grabs my bicep with a firm grip.  The heat from his touch seems to sear
straight into my bones. 

He lowers his mouth to my ear, and his warm breath
across my skin sends a shiver down my spine.  “Mine was quiet, too. 
I missed you, Sweetheart.”  His voice is rough and husky, and my eyes snap
to his where remorse and pain are swirling in the milky depths. 

“Me too,” I whisper back.

The four-point-five hours between second period and
calculus seemed to take an eternity.  We spent the forty three minutes of
second period discreetly texting one another while his students took a test and
I hid my phone from my study hall teacher.  Besides the few messages
checking up and promising to talk later, we haven’t uttered a word.  The
silence is torture.  I want to claw my way out of my own skin. 

We have our own test to take in calculus, so at least
I’m occupied when we’re finally in the same room again.  I feel as though
I can breathe easier just having Jacoby near. 

When I finish my test, I send a quick message to
Emerson cancelling our plans for the evening.  She’s been my rock lately,
coming over on my days off to keep me occupied and even spending the night
after I got home from work a few times.  After my mental collapse a couple
weeks ago, I ended up breaking down and telling her everything. 

To say she was shocked is a colossal
understatement.  At first, she was angry.  She swore enough times to
put a sailor to shame and called Jacoby every name she could think of just
short of a pedophile.  Then she yelled at me about finding someone my own
age who actually cared about my wellbeing and not about getting into my
pants.  That was the first time I’d smiled in a week.  Emerson knew
all about my past hookups with Wyatt, and even though she didn’t like the guy,
she never said anything about his age or his intentions.  I don’t know
what her hang up about Jacoby was, but I think she was more hurt I kept it a
secret than anything actually pertaining to him. 

All it took was me confessing I was falling for him to
sober her up.  She took one look at my face before breaking down into
tears and apologizing for being such a bitch.  After that, she became much
brighter in regards to Jacoby and even tried to remain positive about the
entire situation while I was feeling the exact opposite. 

So when I tell her I’m cancelling in order to set my
heart straight, she texts back immediately.

I want to know EVERY detail!! Good luck,
babe.  Ily

I text back,
I will
.

Which brings me to now, five minutes before the bell
signaling the end of class.  I want to scream at the clock to move faster,
because the only thing standing between me and Jacoby now is five freaking
minutes.

My fingers drum on the edge of my desk loud enough to
begin to annoy me.  I start to pack my bag to keep from fidgeting, and
when I finish, I look up and lock eyes with Jacoby.  He’s sitting behind
his desk with a small smirk and twinkling eyes.  His burgundy shirt has
the top two buttons undone exposing the tanned ridges of his throat.  I’m
itching to get my hands on him again.  To feel his hands on me
again.  Only a few more minutes before we can begin to put the past behind
us.

The sound of the bell makes me jump, and I take a
slow, deep breath to stop myself from diving headfirst over Jacoby’s desk and
onto his lap.  Instead, I calmly stand and gather my bag, pretending to
follow the rest of my peers out into the hall when his voice stops me in my
tracks. 

“Tatum, a word, please?”

A few people glance back at the sound of his voice and
make eyes at me as they pass, but as far as I can tell, not one looks
suspicious. 

I stop in front of his wooden desk, with its neat
piles of papers, and meet Jacoby’s stare.  I see sadness and longing and
lust swirling in the depths, which causes a lump of emotion to rise in my
throat.  I cough to clear it.

“Yes, sir?”

His nostrils flare at the title, and a low rumble
sounds from his throat.  “One minute,” he responds before making his way
around the desk and to the door.  He pulls a set of keys from his pocket
and locks the door before stalking back towards me.

I can’t look away from watching his body move
unhurriedly towards me.  His familiar sweet, woodsy scent envelops me when
he reaches me, and tears prick my eyes at how much I’ve missed him.  I
yelp in surprise when he suddenly grabs me by my biceps and backs me up against
the wall.  My heart is threatening to break out of my chest. 
“Jacoby,” I whisper, needing him to talk to me.  We have so much to say.

“Christ, I’ve missed you.”  That’s all he
says.  Four beautiful words to convey the depth of what these past couple
weeks have done to him.  Four words before his mouth slams down on mine,
and he takes my lips in a heated, bruising kiss that has my blood singing through
my veins and the world around me splintering away. 

I open my lips and slip my tongue into his mouth,
tangling it with his.  Jacoby tastes like a sweet peppermint latte. 
One of his strong hands wraps around the long waves of my hair, and the other
slips down to my waist, sliding beneath the black concert tee I’m
wearing.  His calloused hands forge a trail of fire along my skin to my
back where he slides his fingers into the waistband of my jeans. 

I’m hot.  I’m scorching; yet, I shiver from the
feel of his hands on me, of his lips on mine.  I’m burning and numb, but I
feel perfect. 

Jacoby moans as he lowers his hand into my pants to
cup my ass.  “So fucking perfect,” he breathes against my mouth before
lowering his lips to my neck. 

“I’ve never been as lonely,” I moan quietly, “as I was
without you.  Ah!” I cry out when he slides one thick finger through my
wetness. 

“You’ll never be lonely again.”

I grind my body against his intruding fingers in the
most enticing way.  “I need you.  Please, Jacoby.”  My fingers
tangle with his messy locks, pulling his mouth back to mine.  I slowly
stroke his tongue with my own before sucking it into my mouth.  The moan I
elicit begins deep in his chest, the vibrations of it bouncing against my own. 

“Then take me,” he grunts as I grind down on his
fingers again. 

As good as he feels caressing the most sensitive part
of me, I suddenly have an idea.  Something I haven’t been able to do with
him considering our intimate relationship had been relatively short. 

Using the element of surprise, and no small amount of
strength, I slam my mouth back down on his and twist my body, forcing us to
switch position and his back to crash against the wall.  I leave one hand
tangled in his hair and quickly work the button on his slacks with the other
one.  When they come undone, I slowly lower the zipper and reach into his
boxer briefs to grip his hard erection.

“Holy shit, Sweetheart.  That feels
incredible.” 

I smile against his lips, knowing it’s about to hit a
whole other level. 

Carefully, I drop to my knees in front of him, and
before he can react, I lower my mouth over his hard flesh.  I glide my
tongue from base to tip before swirling it gently around the head. 
Jacoby’s hands slide into my hair when I repeat the motion again before
beginning a slow sucking rhythm. 

“Fuck.  You feel so good,” he grunts.  His
hips thrust along with the motion of my mouth like he wants to keep as much
contact as possible. 

My lips and tongue move up and down the smooth, silky
skin of his shaft that is now completely lubricated with my saliva.  I add
my hand to the motion, tugging and twisting with the same speed as my
mouth.  The salty sweet taste of him has me moaning around his erection,
my own ache beginning to rise between my legs. 

“Just like that.  Just like that,” Jacoby chants
on a hiss of breath.  I peek up at him behind my eyelashes and can see his
teeth are clenched tight, and a muscle is jumping in his jaw.  The sight
and sounds make me feel powerful.  I’ve never felt as triumphant with my
blade as I do right now. 

“I need more of you.”  Before the words register
my desired filled brain, Jacoby grasps me beneath my armpits and hauls me to my
feet.  Abruptly, he spins me so I’m facing away from him, yanks my jeans
and thong down my legs, and bends me over the nearest desk with a hand between
my shoulder blades.  Besides that small amount of contact, he isn’t
touching me, and I’m panting as he crushes my breasts to the desk.  God,
just the knowledge that he’s about to fuck me is making my already wet core, dripping. 

However, I let out a shocked shriek when it isn’t his
shaft sliding along my core, but his tongue.  Jacoby glides his tongue in
and out of my wet folds while his lips nip and suck at my flesh.  My legs
begin to shake, and I grip the edges of the desk so I don’t topple onto the
floor.

“Jacoby, please,” I whimper when the sensation becomes
too much.

He nips the inside of my thigh with his teeth, and I
groan. 

“Quiet.”

“Jac—Oh!”  Using his hands on my hips, Jacoby
yanks my lower body towards his face until I’m up on my tip toes, my torso
flush to the desk.  He buries his face between my thighs and plunges his
tongue inside of me in a rapid rhythm. 

My legs are shaking, my sex quivering, and my head is
somewhere floating between the ozone and the thermosphere when it hits me.

“I’m c-coming,” I cry and sink my teeth into my lip to
keep from screaming loudly.  My body trembles from head to toe, and before
I’ve even fully come down, I feel Jacoby slowly pushing his way inside
me.  “Oh God, yes,” I groan at the fullness. 

“I’ve missed the sounds you make when you come,” he
whispers in my ear as he pulls all the way out and slowly pushes back inside
causing me to whimper.  “The way you tremble.”  Out.  In. 
“I’ve missed your smart mouth.”  Out.  In.  “Your beautiful
laugh.” 

One of his arms is slung diagonally across my chest,
the other wrapped around my hips.  I lean back, more secure in his hold,
before threading both my hands through each of his.  His arms squeeze me
tighter against his body, and his lips trail down my neck, back up to my ear
while he continues his leisurely pace. 

“I missed protecting you.”  Out.  In. 
“Drying your tears.”  Out.  In.  “But most of all,” he begins,
nipping my earlobe before running the light stubble of his cheeks along my neck
causing goose bumps to erupt along my skin.  “I’ve fallen in love with
you.  And I left without letting you know.”

Tears track silently down my cheeks as I revel in all
the pleasure this man brings to me.  My heart has never felt so full, my
body not once as sated.  I twist my head back to look him in the
eyes. 

“You love
me?”       

“Yes, Sweetheart.  I love you.”  His face is
open and honest, and I’ve never been more certain he’s telling me the
truth.  “I needed to get my head on straight.  But now that I have
you here,” he lifts a hand to gently caress my temple.  “And here,” our
hands threaded at my waist give me a squeeze while he slides in and out with a
bit more tempo.  “I never want to let you go from here.”  Jacoby
lifts our right hands around my waist until they’re both pressed against his
chest over his heart. 

“Then don’t let me,” I whisper back as the friction
between my legs increases.  He makes me feel so incredibly good that I can
feel it building again. 

“I won’t,” he grunts, picking up the pace.  “I
don’t expect you to say it back until you’re ready.  Just wanted.” 
Grunt.  “You to know.”  Grunt.  “How I feel.”