Chapter 11

Chase

T his walking around shit is getting old. So far today, I've caught two vapers in the boys' bathroom and have eaten way too many bags of chips from the vending machine. I'd kill for an interesting incident like the one last week where I busted up a sex ring in the staff bathroom. Not amongst the staff. Apparently, a group of juniors figured out the code for the staff bathroom and arranged with their partners to get out of class at the exact same time. Caught them red-handed, and I'm not sure which of us was more embarrassed at that.

Just another day working in a high school.

I haven't seen Kailee as much as I'd like for the last few days. I walk by her classroom at least twice a day and watch her through the window. I wave at her, and she waves back, earning all kinds of sounds from the students in her room. She waves them off and returns to teaching as I stare through the window like a lost puppy for a few seconds

When it comes to her, I am a lost puppy.

Lost.

Infatuated.

Totally fucked.

I've tried catching her in the teacher's lounge, but I can only assume she's avoiding it for some reason. I'm not sure why she's avoiding the other teachers while they eat, but I'm hopeful she's not avoiding me.

After the last bell rings for the day, I head to the vending machine again, hopeful the guy who comes to fill it has been by and restocked the Snickers bars. The place is empty, with most teachers staying in their classrooms and packing up at the end of the day. But I have nothing to go home to. Some days, it's nice to roam the quiet hallways here. Sometimes I go into Kailee's classroom after she's left work and just sit in her chair, sniffing the air for traces of her perfume.

I close the door to the teacher's lounge and shuffle down the hallway, daydreaming about what it would be like to have Kailee waiting for me at home – or even being home when she came in from work. My daydream takes me to the recipes I'd cook for her and our conversations over a candlelight dinner I'd make.

I can't get her out of my head. Never have been able to. I'm so consumed that I almost miss the soft sound of someone crying as I pass the teacher workroom .

I stop in my tracks, and I turn my ear toward the door, hoping I'm just hearing things. Stepping closer, the distinct sound of sniffling can be heard from the other side of the pine door. A whimper follows it.

I knock lightly before gently pushing the door open. "Resource officer. Just clearing the room," I say while the door is slightly cracked. I don't want to interrupt or embarrass a staff member.

"Chase?" a weak voice asks.

I know that voice. I don't give a fuck about the door as I fling it open so hard it hits the wall only to find a red-faced and tear-stained Kailee standing in the room holding construction paper.

"Kailee?" I ask, my voice husky with worry. "Is that you crying?"

I cringe as soon as I ask the question. She's obviously been crying. She's alone, and her face is so swollen that I worry she's having an allergic reaction to something. I even look around the room like I'm going to find random shellfish or another common allergen.

"Yeah," she says, walking to me. Her arms are out, and I take her into my own arms, wrapping them around her so tight that I have to pull back a little lest I hurt her. I bury my face in her hair as she sobs against me, her shoulders shaking .

I'm powerless as I rub her back and kiss the crown of her head every few seconds. A dizzying amount of emotions and questions hit me all at once.

Anger.

Did someone hurt her?

Fear.

Is she mad at me?

Anger again.

Who do I kill first? Leo or Jeff?

Annoyance.

Did a student make her cry? If so, I'll give them so many detentions their family will think they got a side job after school.

Empathy.

Whatever is upsetting her, I'll gladly take the burden from her if I can.

Eventually, her grip around my waist loosens, and she nods. I even let her wipe her eyes on my shirt, not caring one little bit about the wetness now on my chest. Once she steps back from me, I bend to her level and cup her cheeks, forcing her to look at me. "Who hurt you?"

She sputters a laugh from her mouth. "I'm not hurt. I –

Her voice cuts off and her face crinkles again. "I just have a lot on my plate right now. I don't know how to t-tell y-you," she stammers. She holds on to my wrist, and her fingers tremble against my skin.

"Tell me what, Kailee? "

She's silent for a moment, and I straighten with a frown. I pinch my nose and shake my head. "I'm too late, aren't I?"

"W-what?" she asks.

"Are you going out with Leo again? Look, if you like him, just tell me. I don't like it, but I'll back off."

Back off my ass. I'll go home and hit my punching bag I keep in my garage until my knuckles bleed.

She waves her hands in front of her face. "It's not Leo."

I blow out a breath of relief. "Then what is it?"

She stares at me for what seems like an infinite amount of time but is probably only a few seconds. I swallow as I feel the room contract. She's going to tell me she doesn't have time for me. She wants to see someone else. If we don't work out, we'll never be able to hang out with Liam and Lorelei together, so it's best if we don't even try.

I straighten my shoulders and flex my jaw. Maybe I'm too scary because she backs away and swallows. "I'm just having a rough day. I guess I'm stressed with this job and all the responsibilities real teachers have." She nods to the construction paper and wipes her nose. "I came down to make makeshift recipe cards because the kids are all out of index cards, and I don't feel like I can ask their families to buy more at this point in the quarter."

My eyes flick around the room and then back to her. Stepping forward, I wipe a piece of hair out of her face. "Need help? "

She breathes in, and her breath does that choppy shaking thing mine did when I was a child and had a really hard cry. She wipes her face again and looks at the paper trimmer. It's the kind with a machete-like knife that my friends and I used to play paper doll guillotine with in third grade when the teacher wasn't looking.

She slides her hand down my chest and simultaneously sends chills down my body. "Can you stay and keep me company?" she asks. "Lately, I've been…tired of being alone."

"Of course," I mumble.

I follow her to the station and run my hand up her back as she picks up a small stack of construction paper and situates it in the cutter. She's still sniffling a little, so I move my hand to her neck. "Want a massage?" I ask, already running my hand over her warm skin.

She slouches and rolls her neck against my palm. "Yes," she squeaks.

"Come here." I pull her closer to me until my face is in her hair and my hands work her shoulders. "You shouldn't be so stressed."

She sniffs again and wipes her nose. "I just don't know what to do, Chase."

"I know your job is stressful, but sometimes you just have to let people help."

She rolls her neck again. I can hardly think straight while I'm touching her. Her skin is too warm. Too soft. My cock thumps at my zipper, telling me to shit or get off the pot when it comes to this woman. I run my eyes down the length of her body at the pencil skirt she's wearing. I could just lift it up a little right here, right now in the school workroom. Just move her panties to the side and slide into home…

Home.

Lust washes over me, and her body tenses in what I hope is a sign of the feeling being mutual.

"Kailee," I whisper as I move her hair aside and drop a soft kiss on her collarbone. "I want you so fucking bad. I can't help it."

She stiffens a bit. "Here?"

"Here."

She turns her face to the door, probably waiting for someone to burst through. "We'd get caught."

"No. Students are gone. Activities aren't in this part of the building on Wednesdays. All the teachers are leaving. It's just us. You don't want me?"

"I do," she whines, sliding her hand up my cheek. She hasn't turned to look at me, but she shakes against my chest, and I pull her tighter. "I want you, Chase. I wanted you the other night."

"Me too, baby, but I wanted to be respectful of a first date with you. You deserved that. But now that I have you trapped in the teacher workroom, I very much want to slide my hands up this little skirt and pull your wet panties aside. You know how good I can make it. "

She bites her lip, adorably whimpers my name, and I double down. I remove my service weapon, check the safety, and then set it on the table before doing the same with my taser and removing my entire police belt, moving slowly to let her hear the sound of the metal as I get myself ready. I run my zipper down its track, teasing her with the sound until she finally turns to face me.

Her mouth is on mine, and her hands wind through my hair. I kiss her back, breathlessly and with a hunger I've only felt with her the first time we met. This is no polite goodnight kiss like the other night.

I reach down and slide her skirt up to her waist at the same time she digs through my pants and pulls my already hard and wet dick from the confines of my boxer briefs. We're ravenous for each other, and if we were at home, I'd tear her shirt off and watch the buttons roll across my living room.

But it's not the time nor the place for that.

I pick her up and walk us to the nearest wall. No countertop this time. No bending her over. I want her face-to-face, with her legs wrapped around me while I push into her. I want to watch her eyes when I make her come. I want to watch my cum drip down her legs when I'm done.

She adjusts her skirt until it's around her waist, checks the door once more, and then lets the moment overtake her. Part of the allure of all of this is the possibility of getting caught, even though I know it's unlikely .

I push my pants down far enough to work and lift her so she has to wrap her legs around me. Moving her panties to the side, I take a second to appreciate just how wet they are. "Mmm. Someone likes this idea more than they've let on," I whisper in her ear.

Her reply is her fingernails digging into the back of my neck as I push inside her tight pussy. I relish the pain, though. I know there will be marks tomorrow, but they'll be her marks. I'll take bite marks, nail lines up my back, and whatever else she wants to torture me with. I'm totally hers if she'll have me.

"Kailee," I moan against her neck. "Fuck, baby, we could have been doing this all along if someone wasn't so damn stubborn."

She ignores my comment and bucks against me like a wild woman. I speed up my thrusts to match her want. She's unhinged, pulling at my hair as I push into her.

Hard.

If I keep this up, I'll come way too fast.

Sliding out of her warmth, I drop to my knees in front of her as she groans in frustration. She grips my hair and looks down at me. "Come back," she begs.

"In a minute, sweetheart."

I pull her leg until it's over my shoulder and place my hand on her abdomen, holding her in place. She stiffens, and I look up, wondering if I did something wrong. She gives me a weak smile and then moves my hand up her stomach a little until it's right under her ribs. Does she want me to play with her breasts ?

Yeah, well I want to play with her pussy.

I push my face into her slit, pulling her panties completely off with a loud tearing sound. I pause for a second, unsure what to do with them now that they're in my hand, and I settle on pushing them into my pants pocket.

I lick, lap, and love on her clit as she holds onto me, lest she slide to the floor. The salty taste of her skin combined with the sweet taste of her want rolls over my tongue, and I swoon and hum against her in utter rapture. I could eat her forever. It's like Halloween candy and Thanksgiving turkey rolled into one meal. A perfect combination of sweet and savory rolling over my tongue.

Her legs stiffen until I worry she'll buckle, so I grip her hips, holding her against the wall as she shatters, whining my name and biting her lip so she won't yell. Her head thrashes from side to side against the cool wall, and I lick her until every single tremble is done, leaving her a panting mess above me.

Sliding up her body, I kiss her belly and then kiss her breasts through her shirt. When I reach her mouth again, I run my tongue over her lips and smile against her skin. "You taste good."

She's like a limp rag now, but she still puts her arms around my neck as I position her the way I want her – legs around me and looking into my eyes.

I slide into her, and our eyes lock. It's all I can do not to close my eyes as the feel of her wet heat around me has my balls already high and tight. "Kailee, I've wanted this for months. I would have done this to you all that time if you would have let me. Are you going to let me now?" I finish the question with a deep thrust, taunting her. "Huh, baby?"

"Yes," she moans.

She bends to my shoulder and bites me. Hard. Punishment for not coming after her the first time she ran away? Not getting her number from Liam and tracking her down at all costs?

Whatever it is, I don't think about it too long as my orgasm coils like a cornered snake. My body contracts and then relaxes as I moan and release inside of her, growling her name against her jaw.

Once I'm spent, I pull away and drop to the floor again to plant a kiss on her hip and watch my cum drip down her legs, even as she hustles her skirt down her hips in case someone comes in.

"You're worried now?" I chuckle, playfully biting down her leg.

"I was worried before, but now that we're both done, there's no use tempting fate."

"Come on," I say, kissing her knee once and then getting up from the floor. I pull my pants up and fit my softening dick back into my underwear. "I'm a drug task force agent and still alive. When have I ever lost when I tempted fate?"