“Good grades?” My father raised his eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Bethany is going to graduate this year.” My mother beamed with pride.
“Is that right?” My father’s face was normally expressionless, but when he heard my mother’s words, he smiled.
“It’s going to take a lot of work, but I don’t plan to spend another year wasting your donations at Grantham.” I pulled a piece of ham from the plate, passed it to my father, and then reached for the mashed potatoes.
“Maybe you could get her a job at your company once she has her high school diploma?” My mother’s words carried more of a demand than a question.
“Yeah, I’m sure we could work something out. We normally hire college graduates, but if you work hard this year, we might be able to bring you on board.” He nodded and shrugged.
“What if I want to go to college?” I looked at my mother and then to my father.
“To party or to graduate?” My father’s eyebrows raised.
“A little of both.” I grinned and shrugged.
“Considering how long it has taken you to graduate high school...” My mother’s words trailed off.
“If you want to go to college, and you’re serious about it, we’ll keep making donations to Grantham University.” My father nodded. “If you do well there for a couple of semesters, we can definitely get you into a real school.”
I didn’t push the conversation further. I was just happy to have a discussion like that with my parents when my future had previously been dismissed. I definitely didn’t mind staying at Grantham, especially if Anton would be there. I wasn’t sure if his brother would actually come back. Anton seemed to think would, but I didn’t think he could keep up with Anton’s changes. Anton was definitely the Principal the school needed, even if he didn’t have a single year of college under his belt. He understood things in a way his brother never did and he stood up for himself. If the real Mr. Thorne returned, I didn’t think we would see the changes hold. I was mean to him, but I wasn’t the only one. I also couldn’t help but worry about what Braden said. I didn’t think he knew the truth, but he clearly had an agenda.
I DIDN’T GET MUCH SLEEP Friday night. Anton was in my dreams and every time I closed my eyes, I could see him right there in front of me with the same desire in his intense stare I had seen so many times. I needed his touch—I craved it. When the sun finally came up, I showered and headed downstairs. I was up even earlier than my parents. I fixed some coffee and drank it on the back porch while I quickly put away a cigarette. My parents didn’t acknowledge my habit even if they knew and I always avoided fla
unting it. When they finally got up, my mother cooked breakfast and after I was done, I headed back up to my room. I couldn’t wait until Monday to see Anton again. I could risk another week of being kept apart praying for the weekend.
School had become an easy excuse, so I told my parents I would spending some time at the library. They seemed impressed and didn’t ask any questions. I got into my car and headed over to Mr. Thorne’s house. I parked a couple of houses down and watched the driveway. I couldn’t knock on the door if Sloane was there, so all I could do was hope that he would leave. When I finally saw his car leave the driveway, I practically ran to the front door.
“Bethany?” Anton opened the door with a look of surprise on his face.
“I missed you.” I stepped into his hug and wrapped my arms around him.
“What are you doing here? My brother can’t find out about this.” He held me, but I could sense apprehension in his touch.
“I waited until he was gone—please tell me he will be gone for a while.” I leaned back from his embrace and looked into his eyes.
“Yeah he’s—he’s meeting with someone.” I felt like there was more to the story, but I didn’t pry.
“Then what are we waiting for?” I grinned and slid a hand down his chest, caressing his cock through his shorts when my hand ventured below the waist.
“I missed you too.” He let out a sigh and started to kiss my neck.
His touch was incredible. It immediately sent flurries of excitement through my body. His hands went underneath my shirt and squeezed my breasts through my bra for a moment before he locked his lips on mine. I melted into his kiss and the world stopped spinning. We were alone in our moment and our passion was erupting. He pulled my shirt over my head, breaking the kiss for a moment. The instant my shirt was on the floor, he was ravaging me with another kiss. His tongue slid between my lips and danced with mine. I had to break it when his shirt was pushed past his chin, but he was already working on my jeans. It didn’t take us long to tear apart the clothing barrier keeping our skin from touching, and once it did, we sank down onto the couch. Our lips continued to resonate the fire of our desire as our bodies reacted. His cock started to engorge with his lust and I stroked it until it was practically throbbing.
“Is everything okay with Mr. Matthews?” I looked up at him.
“I don’t want to talk about Mr. Matthews right now.” He started shifting his hips to move his cock against my hand faster.
I stretched a leg over his abdomen and let my knee rest on the opposite side so that I was straddling him. I lifted up and adjusted my hips until I was directly over his cock with the glans pressed against my pussy. I was so wet and turned on after being without him so long that it wasn’t difficult to start sliding down his shaft once he was past my labia. I let out a gasp of pleasure when I felt his girth stretching my pussy and going deeper. I had gone from a virgin who talked a big game to a girl that craved sex. Anton’s hands caressed my body while I slowly brought myself closer to his hips. I lifted up until his cock was against my labia again before starting to move down it. A throaty-moan of excitement came out in a growl from within him as he felt my pussy clenching his cock once more while I sank towards the couch. It almost went deep enough to touch my g-spot, but I couldn’t quite get it all the way in. I shifted my hips, put my hands on his chest, and started to ride the part that was already inside me, letting it go a little deeper each time I descended.
“It feels like an eternity since I’ve been inside you.” A gasp escaped his lungs when my speed picked up and I could feel his cock pulsate with excitement.
“It has been even longer for me—the last time you didn’t even want my pussy.” I teased him and smiled as I moved my hips again.
“You didn’t complain once you found out how good it could be.” He squeezed my hips and his breathing picked up.
“You’re right—but this is all I want right now.” I threw my head back as I felt him finally touch my g-spot and send a surge of pleasure through my body.