Mr. Gilinsky // book i

part xxiii

Teacher Gilinsky– Part XXIII

Song of the chapter: Ease My Mind by Skrillex (so good omg)

I sat on the couch and flipped through my english packet that Jack, or Mr. Gilinsky gave me earlier. I sighed in frustration, I can’t think straight. The encounter with my mother couldn’t get out of my head no matter how hard I tried. 

“Mom?” I said. Her eyes were bloodshot and she wreaked of hard liquor. 

“Sorry I’m late.” She tripped over her words as she tried to stumble pass me into the house, but I blocked her. 

“What are you doing here?” I whispered harshly, walking onto the porch and closing the door behind me. 

“I’m here to see my pregnant daughters baby gender. That is what this is right?” She asked.

“You definitely weren’t invited.” I said. “And there is no way you are going to meet his family drunk.” I spat.

“Let me tell you something funny. Your dad was my physics teacher in sophomore year.” She giggled drunkly as my eyes widened. 

“Guess it runs through the family.” She smirked.

“Whatcha thinking about, love?” Jack asked, sitting next to me.

“My mom.” I sighed. His hands started rubbing my shoulders, his cologne making me want to shove my face in his chest and never leave.

“Stop stressing baby. Here.” He said while pushing me to lay down on the couch, his cold fingers pulling his loose teach shirt off my skin, my bra following. 

His hands rubbed my back in the most heavenly way, his skilled fingers pressing down on my pressure points, making the massage heavenly. 

“Relax, baby. All this stress isn’t good for you or our baby boy.” He smirked while saying boy. 

“You’re awfully excited for a boy aren’t you?” I asked, his hands working their angelic magic on my heated skin. 

“It honestly doesn’t matter what were having. I will love him just as much as I would if he were a she. Or if he wants to be a she when he grows up.” He smiled, placing his lips on my back. 

“You’re a really great father, you know that?” I said, sitting up, turning around and facing him, topless. 

“You’re going to be such a great mother.” He said, never once breaking eye contact with me, even topless. I grabbed his face with my hands, pulling him down to kiss me. He lifted his hands to grab my chest hesitantly, then put them back down. I grabbed his hands and brought them to my chest, his hands fondling them and cupping them. 

“It’s okay, love. I want to.” I whispered, his kisses becoming more heated. His home phone rang, him ignoring it and letting it ring. The voicemail tone beeped once before the person started talking. 

“Hey Jack, This is Marilyn Williams, Alaska’s Mom. I’m calling to talk to you about everything thats happened lately. Please call me back.” She sighed. We both shot up at the tone of her voice, my bare chest against his, our lips both red and flushed. We looked at each other before he spoke. 

“Do you want an egg roll?” He asked. I nodded and hopped off the couch, just in my underwear. Jack was just in his boxers as well, goals. We leaned over his counter and ate egg rolls, and some chow mien. 

“Have you thought of any names?” He asked me. I pondered for a minute and nodded. 

“Yeah, a few. You?” I replied. 

“Yes, actually. But they’re a surprise.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes and walked away from him. He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me back into his chest.

“You smell so fucking good, I could die.” I groaned. He airily laughed and dropped to his knees, his hands on my stomach. He placed his lips below my belly button, gently kissing the skin. I grabbed my phone off his counter and took a picture of him, this moment almost too perfect to be real. 

My fingers ran through his hair, the stubble on his chin gently scratching my skin. 

He stood back on his feet and pulled me into his arms, lifting me off the ground and carrying me up the stairs. I laughed and pounded on his back, his fingers cheekily groping my butt. He threw me onto the mattress and climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs.

“You’re cute.” He smiled and pecked my nose.

awe this was cute me likey