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  “Again,” I whispered before nipping the shell of her ear. She shook her head as I licked and sucked the column of her neck. I smirked, as I rubbed her clit harder. I said “again,” I hardened my voice. I traced her bottom lip, and she braced herself on my arm, her whole body tensing up as if that was going to stop what was going to happen. Silly girl.

  “Together?” She panted out.

  As much as I wanted this to last, I knew we didn’t have much time, and I was already close. I kissed her hard, as if my life depended on it. “Together,” I breathed out. I barely got the words out before I felt her pussy clamp down on me, and she bit down on her bottom lip to muffle her moan. It didn’t take much for me to go over. I thrust deep, and held myself.

  We stood there both breathing heavily, me holding her; not wanting to let her go, but knew I had to eventually. I took a deep breath, before easing out of her, and tucking myself in. I grabbed a few paper towels behind her.

  “I can do it.” She squeezed her legs closed.

  I smirked as I spread her legs back open, “I take care of what’s mine.” She blushed as she looked away. “Surely, you’re not shy?” She didn’t respond, but instead bit her bottom lip, still not looking at me. I chuckled as I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “The taste of your pussy is still on my lips, and you’re shy about me cleaning my cum from between your legs?”

  She turned to me gasping, and I smiled. She took the paper towels from me and fanned me away as she jumped from the counter, smoothed her dress down, and checked herself over. “Do I look okay?”

  I pulled her to me. “Fucking beautiful,” I murmured against her. “But I’m sure you’ve been told that all night.”

  She shook her head as she started for the door. “Just by you.”

  I paused. “Smith?”

  She peeked out the window, before turning back to me. “What?”

  “Smith didn’t tell you you looked beautiful?”

  “No,” she shrugged. She shrugged like it was no big deal. It was a big fucking deal. That self-centered piece of shit. Then it dawned on me. She couldn’t go home with me tonight. She couldn’t go home with me any night. Of course, if we were married this would be…wait, what the fuck was I thinking? Marriage?

  “Did you hear me?”

  I looked up at Danielle. I hadn’t a clue what she said. “What?”

  “I said the coast is clear. I’ll head back, wait a few minutes.”

  I slowly nodded. I hated this. She went back to her so-called date, and I went back to playing hostess, as if we didn’t just fuck each other senseless. I was booked Sunday at Six. Every Sunday was mandatory Brunch with no Britches, and this Sunday was my turn. Two of us played chef in our best thong and a bow tie, as we cooked and served. All proceeds went to charity. If we didn’t show, Betty had our ass, and we made it a point never to have our ass handed to us by Betty. We loved her, but the last thing you ever wanted was to get on Betty’s bad side.

  Before Danielle opened the door, I pulled her to me, kissing her softly. “Remember what I said,” I whispered, and she nodded. I stood back into the shadows as she opened the door and went out. I reassured myself that this would all work out.

  This would all work out. Because it had to.

  Little did I know in a matter of hours how everything would explode tenfold.

  Eleven

  Is anyone actually eager to go to school? For the first time ever, I was. Since the dance, Danielle and I haven’t had too much time to talk. I think I was actually starting to feel like she was avoiding my messages, but chalked it up that she may actually have been busy.

  I repositioned the two trays of donuts for the third time. Yeah, I actually brought donuts for the class. But just glazed. I didn’t want them to actually think I really gave a shit enough to get them a nice variety of donuts. I heard the students starting to file in, and I stood up straighter. Two more weeks. It was all for her. Always for her.

  I pretended to go about my business as if her coming in the room wasn’t going to affect me. It always did. I knew she was near, before she walked in. I felt the smile creep on my face before she fully entered, and then it slowly dissipated.

  The same group of girls chatted around her, and while she gave them all a smile, something was wrong. My eyes slowly traveled over her body, as she nervously tapped her foot against the floor. Her Chucks were scuffed. Probably not a big deal. Today, she wore black tights and a long-sleeved blouse, which were highly unusual for this Nevada heat. No matter what was going on in class, she never looked up at me. Not once. Even when I called on her to answer a question even though her hand wasn’t raised, she kept her head down, as if she was purposely avoiding me. Maybe she was.

  The bell finally rang, and she quickly stuffed her things into her bag. Before she could try for an escape, I used my useless power as a teacher to stop her. “Danielle, can I see you for a moment.” She stilled, and her shoulders dropped. She stood silently as the rest of the students left, and the moment the door clicked, I pounced. “What’s going on?”

  She continued to stare at her feet. “Did you need something?” I watched as she stood there fidgeting, and completely avoided the question. Her hair was covering her face, her arms wrapped around her. She was so not okay.

  “I didn’t ask if you needed something, I want to know what the hell is going on. You can’t even look at me? Why aren’t you looking at me?”

  She gave a nervous laugh, then checked her watch. “I have to go, so if you don’t need anything…”

  Before she could move, I grabbed her arm forcing her to face me, and everything stopped. My other hand lightly traced the faint mark under her eye, and she flinched. “Danielle,” her name came out as a whisper. Her eyes didn’t meet mine as she looked away. It was clear she tried to cover it up, but I knew every inch of her, and saw right fucking through her. “Who did this?” She tried to move out of my grasp, and my grip tightened. “Who did this?!” My voice hardened.

  She slowly shook her head, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “It’s nothing. It’s my fault. I was being careless, and I fell.”

  My eyes narrowed as I released her. She and I both knew that was complete shit. “You fell?”

  She nodded, still not meeting my eyes. I took a half step back. “Don’t lie to me. Name. Now.” She finally looked at me, and for the first time in the short amount of time I’ve known her, and yet not so short amount of time, she looked scared.

  She rubbed her eyes, “It was after the party. Smith wanted to do stuff, and I told him no, and…”

  “And what?!” I sharply cut her off. My fists were already clenched, and I could practically taste blood. I wanted to taste blood.

  “He wouldn’t leave me alone, and I guess he saw some of the marks on my neck from when me and you…” she paused and took a deep breath looking away, and lava scoured through my veins. She went back to focusing on her shoes, but she wasn’t fast enough. I already saw a spilled tear she quickly wiped away.

  I dug my hands in my pocket, just so she would know I at least looked calm, before I spoke. “What happened, Danielle?”

  She took a moment before meeting my eyes. “He mentioned you. He said he sees the way I look at you, and he knows what’s going on. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about, and he threatened to turn you in. He said I was just a big whore anyway. I fought him off, and when I still said no and pushed him off of me, and threatened to scream, he hit me.”

  I exhaled sharply, still trying to reign it in. “Where did this happen?”

  “Just outside my dorm.”

  I nodded. My teeth were clenched so tight, and my jaw was ticking. I was calm on the outside, but I was a raging fire on the inside. I reached in my back pocket for my phone, sending a message.

  “I should go.”

  I blocked her exit. “I’m having someone pick you up.”

  Her eyes widened in shock. “What?”

  “You’ll be a hundred perc
ent safe with them, I promise. I wouldn’t hand you off to just anybody.” I grabbed her bag, putting the rest of her things in it.

  “But…but what about my classes?”

  “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry. We’ll go out the back entrance, less of a crowd, if any that way.” Before she could protest, I was already ushering her out, just in time for the bright ass pink Cadillac, Betty drove, to pull up. I shook my head every time I saw her damn car. She’s decked it out with the classic white walls, and don’t even get me started on the fact that she had the seat covers designed to be what it would look like if a zebra, and a cheetah had a baby. I sighed. What a way to make this covert Betty. Danielle looked back at me skeptical. I nodded in encouragement, and assured her again she was safe, and gave detailed instructions after she was loaded in.

  Twelve

  I headed down the stairs and jumped in Jag’s truck, gave both him and Sin a brief nod before closing my eyes and resting my head against the cool leather. I could feel them both staring at me. Sin kicked the back of my chair.

  “We’re not moving until you talk.”

  I slowly opened my eyes and reached for the handle. “I’ll walk then.”

  Jag put the truck in drive, and the tires screeched as he sped off. “Fuck you Dare! We’re brothers. Your brothers who just bailed your ass out of jail, remember? Now cut the shit and talk.”

  I sighed. He was right. I turned to face them. “I was arrested for beating the shit out of one of my students.”

  Sin busted out laughing in the background. “What the fuck man? You took teaching too seriously, and felt the urge to beat some kid?”

  I rolled my eyes. “No, I beat the shit out of an entitled fuck that’s technically eighteen, which makes them an adult, that decided to put their fucking hands on Danielle because she said no. My Danielle.”

  The truck jerked, and Jag’s eyes shot to mine briefly before he looked back to the road. His hands tightened around the steering wheel. “You know you should’ve had all of us help you take care of that man.”

  And just like that, if any of them were pissed, it was quickly dissolved. If anything, we were all against, it was against any type of abuse. “I know. It’s handled.”

  He nodded, as he drove us the rest of the way to Six.

  I felt like we couldn’t get to Six fast enough. Jag barely put the truck in park before I already had the door opened, and was jumping out. I headed straight to Betty’s office and didn’t even bother knocking. I visibly relaxed seeing Danielle sitting, actually looking comfortable. That was the moment I finally breathed for the first time since I let her out of my sight.

  “She fucking cheats at Phase 10 man.” Big D threw his cards down, before grabbing another beer, and pointing to her. “She said she didn’t know how to play, she fucking lied.”

  Danielle covered her mouth in a lame attempt at hiding her laughter. I leaned against the wall, trying to tell myself to not overwhelm her. Yet.

  Gio looked up from a book he was reading. “Um yeah, she’s also good at chess. Basically, any of these shitty games we have. Bring her to the house for a barbecue. We’ll play a real game.” I stared at Gio and Big D. I was very fucking confused. I was expecting at least a few digs from either one of them. Instead, they were treating her like family. Gio got up walking towards me to leave but paused when he noticed the bruises on my hands, and I stuffed them in my pockets, as he gave me a questioning look.

  “I’ll explain later,” I whispered to him. He narrowed his eyes as he left.

  Danielle looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back. I finally cleared my throat, and looked at Big D. “You mind if we have the room?”

  Big D shrugged. “Whatever. I owe her anyways.” He gave me a nod as he shut the door behind him. We were quiet for a beat, and she finally stood up.

  “So, you’re a stripper?” She blushed when she said it.

  I threw my head back and laughed.

  “I like to think of it as a performer of greatness.”

  She looked around the room nervously. We had a lot to talk about. But in this moment in time, none of that matter. She was here, and right now, she was too fucking far from where she needed to be. She finally looked back at me and started to speak again, but before she could, I had her against the wall. She softly moaned as I wrapped her leg around me, my mouth claiming every inch of her. Her hands worked to unfasten my belt, and I stopped her, as I slowly shook my head. “I want you in my bed.”

  Her eyes widened. “But…”

  I shook my head again. “In my bed, and when I wake up in the morning, you’ll still be there too.”

  She hesitated as if she was thinking it over. “Okay.”

  Epilogue

  Getting arrested for beating the shit out of Smith was the best thing that ever happened. Word got out and spread like wildfire, which prompted three other girls to come forward with allegations against the dick slut as well. Turns out Daddy Hilton was working behind the scenes and trying to bribe these girls to keep their mouths shut. Made for an interesting case in court.

  But this story isn’t about them, now is it?

  As for me and Danielle. Well, that didn’t work out after all. Turns out her and Sinnamon really hit it off, and joined Betty on that weird as fuck animal head wearing fetish, and they travel around the world hosting parties.

  Yeah, I wouldn’t believe that either. After graduation, we held a huge graduation/birthday party at Six for Danielle, since they were on the same day. She loved it. As a surprise, I was able to get her brother Delton here for a few days. He wasn’t exactly happy about our relationship at first. It took a bit of convincing, but not too much. I didn’t have to do much. It was Betty that did it.

  She walked straight up to him.

  “You listen here, Major. Darius is a piece of shit. I would never want a man like that to date a daughter of mine. Just look at him. A man like that over six feet tall, covered in tattoos, absolutely disgusting. And he dances too! What the fuckery shit is that? Crockery shit I tell you! And you know what else?” She jabbed him in the chest. I looked at Danielle who looked scared as shit. What a way to make me look good, Betty. Great way to follow the plan. I took a long drink of my beer, as both Betty and Delton looked my way. “That man over there decides to have a job to better the world. Can you believe that? Better the world!” She lets out a loud crackle. “He educates children! Every day too, and you know how they’re assholes!” She shook her head like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world. “Oh, and this is the worst,” she hits Delton on the back. “He was also arrested,” she loudly whispered. “For beating the shit out of his own student.” Betty keels over laughing, and I muttered a curse under my breath.

  Delton’s eyes shot to mine, but Betty quickly diverted him back to her. “But it gets better.” She suddenly stopped laughing and gentled her voice, as if that was even possible. “He fucked that kid up because he didn’t take kindly when Danielle said no. Now as I’m sure you know, when a woman says no, she means no. We could use more men like that, don’t you think? I don’t know about you, but I’d be honored to have my child be with someone like Darius.”

  Delton looked to Danielle and immediately walked to her and wrapped her in his arms. “I’m okay,” she whispered to him over and over again.

  Danielle decided she wanted to study Geology and was extremely happy she was getting a chance to do something she was passionate about. She knew she could go to any university she wanted. She was accepted to quite a few, and I made it very clear that her decision shouldn’t be based on me. She narrowed it down to two schools. One would leave her here, and the other would take her clear across the country.

  I made it clear that our relationship shouldn’t hinder her decision, and that I would support her, no matter what. She shut me up the best way she knew how, and that she would make her own decision when she was ready. She loved it here. The guys at Six became a second family to her. The family she never had. She cherished the c
loseness. That was something she always wanted in life, and that was something I couldn’t argue with her with.

  As the decision time came closer and closer, I could see the worriedness creeping up on her. She was conflicted. But, I also couldn’t help but wonder where that would leave us.

  Since Danielle was now a high school graduate, she had the decision most high school graduates had. Where to go to college? We talked about if she were to leave. How things would work, and if they would work. Would we try long distance? Would I move? The truth was Danielle had no idea, I would uproot my entire life for her. When it came down to decide, she was troubled. She was oh so troubled. She couldn’t sleep or eat. Even having her talk to Delton didn’t help. I finally awoke one night to her crying, and I pulled her to me. “You decided, didn’t you?” She looked at me, eyes red.

  “Their curriculum is much better, and…”

  I pulled her against me. “That’s great Danielle; I’m so happy for you, you’re going to do amazing.”

  She pulled away. “But…”

  I smiled. “It’s okay,” I wiped her tears. “We’re okay.”

  A month later, Danielle moved to an apartment the size of a shoebox in New York. She loved it, but I was on edge regarding her safety. Two weeks later, I was able to finally make time to do a proper visit and picked Danielle up outside her last class. She talked nonstop as she pointed out all the places she’s been and the places she still hasn’t been.