The Boy Who Has No Belief - Victoria Quinn Page 0,51
just…want to be with you tonight. I can’t leave Lizzie alone in the apartment…”
His eyes narrowed less when he started to understand. “You want me to sneak in?”
“She’s in bed at eight thirty and asleep at nine, so…”
He looked down for a moment as he considered the question. “I would hate for Lizzie to find out that way.”
“She won’t. Our bedrooms are on different sides of the hallway, and there’s a bathroom between us.” And honestly, I didn’t care that much about Lizzie knowing anymore. I knew Derek wasn’t going anywhere, and the two of them had a good relationship.
He considered it before he looked at me again. “Okay.”
I kissed him again. “I’ll see you later, then.”
Derek texted me at ten. I’m outside.
Coming. I left my bedroom and walked down the hall to Lizzie’s door. I pressed my ear against it and listened. It was hard to decipher, but I could hear her gentle breathing, the sound of someone asleep. I walked to the front door and opened it.
He stood there in a long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants.
I pulled him inside, carefully shut the door behind him and locked it, and then we quietly walked down the hallway and into my bedroom, getting there without making a sound. I was in a long sleepshirt with nothing on underneath, so I pulled that off to reveal my naked body.
He took one look at me and forget my daughter was down the hallway. He stripped off his shirt and his bottoms and then wrapped his arms around me, pressing his mouth against mine aggressively, his big hands squeezing different parts of my body as he kissed me with hot breaths, purposeful tongue, masculine neediness. He directed me to the bed and laid me down as he moved on top of me, our bodies coming together silently, the only sound our lips breaking apart and coming back together.
He sank inside me, his deep breaths against my lips, and he stifled his moan and replaced it with an audible breath that showed his desire. I struggled to be quiet and scratched his back deeper to compensate, to express how good it felt without using my voice.
He rocked into me slowly, careful to keep the bed quiet, and our arms held each other close as we made love in silence. I’d been anxious for him the second he’d screamed at Lizzie’s teacher, so at his initial touch, I came quietly, breathing into his mouth as I adjusted to how good it felt, coming around his big dick.
He slowed down as I came, coming when I did, using my mouth to muffle his own climax. We both finished with a quickness that wasn’t embarrassing but romantic. But he stayed hard, like it wasn’t enough, and kept going, moving inside me as if that release wasn’t enough to satisfy his need for me.
We cuddled together for a while, lying together in my dark bedroom with the city lights coming through the blinds of the window. His arm was around me, and his face was close, his naked body keeping me warm since we were on top of the sheets.
He took a deep breath as he stared at me, like he was about to say he needed to leave when he didn’t want to.
“Thank you for what you did yesterday…with Lizzie’s teacher.”
“I’m glad you aren’t angry with me. My behavior wasn’t exactly professional.”
“It’s easy to be professional about things and ideas, but not people you care about.” I probably would have done the same thing, but to little effect. “I can tell that you care about my daughter, Derek.”
He stared at me for a while before he gave a slight nod. “She’s easy to care about.”
“She’s never cared about her education because she always assumed she’s not very smart, no matter what I say, but you made her believe in herself…and I don’t know how to thank you for that. A few months ago, the students took an aptitude test to determine what they’re good at and what they should pursue, and she didn’t like her suggestions. I told her it was just a stupid test and it didn’t mean anything, but she took it seriously.”
He shook his head. “There’s no test in the world that should have the power to influence her life that way. It’s making recommendations based on her abilities in that moment, not taking into account that her abilities can change if she wants, and that’s very misleading to students. They don’t understand that the