Teach Me, Daddy

Chapter 30

"Do you want to go out to eat or do you want to eat at my house?" Dean asked me as we settled into his car. It was sad for me to give up the car but it was fun while it lasted. Now I got to be driven around everywhere that I wanted to go for a week by this wonderful man of mine. What more could I ask for?

"I just want to go home with you," I replied, my voice sounding as if I was dreaming. This was nothing short of a dream. A very hot teacher had fallen for me and now I got to live with him for one amazing week of my life.

"Okay Pumpkin, let's go home then." He grabbed my hand and drove out of the school parking lot. This time he decided to play music on the radio. It was basically the same three songs over and over again. "Thank U, Next" being the most repeated song on the station that we were listening to.

"I'm so tired of the stupid song!" I groaned and reached to shut the radio off. "How come you never play your music?"

He just shrugged as he switched lanes on the highway. "I don't know. I don't really listen to anything. And when I do listen to music, it's music that Texans listen to a lot so you wouldn't really be interested in it."

"I'd still like to hear it." I whined, pulling my seatbelt away from my body so I could readjust myself. I faced him and pulled his hand up to my lips and placed a gentle kiss on the surface of it. A smile formed on his face as he turned onto a familiar road.

"Next time, baby." He let go of my hand as he pulled up to his driveway and got out of the car. I let myself out, not wanting him to open my door for me and walked around the front of the car.

"What am I supposed to do for clothes and to brush my teeth?" I asked as we stepped into the inviting space that was his home. The excessive use of wood comforted me and I felt so relaxed being here and in his presence.

"I have an extra toothbrush and seeing as it's the weekend, you can wear mine and we can just go pick you up some clothes on Monday." He offered. I nodded my head in agreement.

When we made it into his room, he shut the door and placed me down and stood in front of me. He trailed his hand down my cheek and then against my neck and rested his lips against mine in a sweet kiss. My stomach turned and grew unsettled with thousands of nerves firing up within me. My mind went fuzzy and all I could think of was the feeling of his hand on my skin and his lips against mine. He pulled away and smiled at me before he pulled my shirt off. He looked down at my chest and unclasped my bra. He walked behind me and kissed the back of my bare shoulder.

"You are so stunning. Thank you for being mine." He cooed into my ear and then left my side to walk into his closet. He grabbed a plain black shirt out of his closet and handed it to me. I pulled it over my body and sat at the edge of his bed to take off my shoes and my pants. I glanced up and saw that he was also undressing. His smooth, even skin left me in awe. The small black mole on the lower right side of his back grabbed my attention. It was so perfectly placed and beautiful.

"Dean?" I called, my voice soft and unsure. He turned around to face me.

"What is it, pumpkin?" His face was contorted into a concerned expression.

"I love you too," I whispered, scared that he'd hear me but also afraid that he wouldn't and my courage would've gone to waste. He stared at me for a few seconds after I said it, his face conveying clear disbelief but then he took three long strides towards me and pulled me into a hug. He squeezed my body tighter than he ever had before and I heard a little sniffle. I pulled away from his soft, warm embrace to look at him and tears were streaming down his face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He replied. "I've wanted you since the day I've laid my eyes on you and now you're here, in my home, in my clothes, on my bed, beautiful as the day I met you and you just told me you love me. Nothing is wrong. I just love you so damn much and nothing has ever made this much sense in my life before."