I finish texting Drew that I’m out of school and home. I make my way to my father’s office so I can search through his files. Drew’s text comes instantly. I smile as I know he’s on his way. Twenty minutes. This gives me time to make sure there’s nothing left disturbed in my father’s office. I am nosy enough to see if he has anything on The Mad Hatter case stashed here. I look in his desk drawers and find nothing. Deciding to try to crack the lock combo on his safe, I get busy. Five minutes later, I’m still not able to get into it.
My father doesn’t have anything here, so I leave his office. I walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. Seeing I still have four minutes left until Drew gets here, I decide to go outside and sit on the porch. It’s too beautiful to be in the house. As I swing on the porch swing, I think about Drew and how much I want him to see me as a woman.
Twenty minutes feelslike an eternity as I sit in traffic, waiting for the wreck to be cleared. I heard that two people were injured. It gave me time to browse through Maddie’s Instagram. She posts some weird shit, but it’s intriguing. Her hate forAlice in Wonderlanddoesn’t get past me. I laugh at the fact we live in a town dedicated to the book.
Her aspirations to be a travel journalist makes me wistful. I think of all the crap I wanted to do before I became a cop. But I can't think about that right now. No, I’m reading the comments on Maddie’s posts, and I can’t believe the Chief hasn’t put a stop to it. The kids are saying downright disgusting things.
One girl religiously posts the same comment on anything Maddie may post.
Die, you loser. You aren’t welcome here in Wonderland anymore.
The traffic finally moves, and I put my phone down. I’m excited to get this ride over with. I want to see Maddie, and if I’m being honest, I want to have her all to myself. In my house and in my arms. We can’t do anything, but I can hold her and enjoy her company.
With my thoughts on how much I need Maddie, the rest of the ride to her house is quick, and when I see her on the porch waiting for me, I smile. She comes skipping to my truck and opens the side door. Her perfume hits me. Jasmine and blueberries accost my nose, going straight to my cock. I want more of it. Shifting in my seat, I try to hide that I’m getting a hard on.
“Sorry I wasn’t there to pick you up from school.”
“Eh, don’t be. My friend took me home. Besides, walking home wouldn’t have been a hardship. I needed to get the movies.” I watch her shrug her shoulders and her tits bounce. I seriously need to stop looking at her. It's inappropriate.
I laugh to cover up my damn horniness. She is never angry about anything. “Thanks. Tonight, I have to work, but I’ve called in a favor to work from home. And tomorrow, your father said you picked up a tutoring gig with a football player. Something about meeting him at the library?”
“Yes. I wasn’t aware my father knew about that. I’m pretty sure every teacher reports back to him like clockwork.” She laughs and shows me her planner. She’s so close her breath tickles my ear. The nerves in my body are wound tightly, urging me to kiss her. I’m on an edge that I’m not sure I want to stop from jumping off of. I barely keep myself in check as she moves back into her seat.
“I tutor on most Wednesday and Friday afternoons. Coach Caterpillar asked me to help one of his players. Supposedly, I’m the only one who can help him.”
“Not a problem. I’ll take you to the library any time you need. The Chief changed my schedule for me. I asked him to let me work tonight so I’m off from Tuesday until Saturday. So, you better get excited about that birthday party.”
Her cheeks turn a beautiful crimson color as she blushes. My balls tighten again.Fuck.I need to get laid. I won’t try anything with this girl. Even if I want to sink my cock deep inside of her, I can’t. She’s too young.
“For now.” My brain taunts me.
* * *
“Maddie?”I call out to her from the doorway. Since I only have a one-bedroom house, I let her have my bed. I took the couch. It’s the honorable thing to do. I keep telling myself not to lie down with her in the bedroom.
“Drew, is everything ok?” She peers toward me, and I take her in. Her hair, tousled, does nothing to take away from her beauty. She’s in yesterday’s makeup and she’s yawning. I watch her roll to her back and her arms peek out from the covers.
“It’s early, I know. But I need you to get up. I have to go into the precinct to return these files. I told the Lieutenant he’d have them by seven.”
With the cutest little grumble I’ve ever heard, she throws the covers back. She’s … holy shit, she’s naked. I have a full front view of the girl I want.
“Um, clothes?” I ask, still staring. I would turn away if I were a better man. Looks like I’m not the better man I’ve always strived to be, because I’m staring, and I’m mesmerized. Her long legs are a pale, creamy white. Fuck, not a single hair on her little pussy either. I don’t even realize it, but my eyes haven’t left her cunt, once.
“I … I’m sorry. I didn’t want to dig into the suitcase.” Before I can move upward from her sweet pussy, she wraps the blanket around her body. I almost roar in outrage at her beauty being hidden as she folds the blanket around her.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I watch her get out of bed. Once she’s near me, I pull her in for a hug. “Don’t be sorry. It’s perfectly fine. We stayed up late last night. Tonight, I’ll have you in bed by nine.” When she shows me that beautiful smile, I wink at her, causing her to giggle.
That precious sound coming from her sounds like angels singing. I want to keep that sound coming from her as much as possible. “Go get ready for school and I will make us some breakfast.”
“I can cook for you,” she offers, but I push her toward the bathroom.
“Nope, you are my guest. Now get to it.” I swat her bottom gently through the blanket and she looks at me with wide eyes, and I swear I see lust in them.
Knowing my own eyes shine back at her with the same lust, I break eye contact as I move away from her as fast as I can. I focus on making breakfast. I am treading through some very muddy waters. After a small pep talk, I manage to not burn the toast or overcook the scrambled eggs.
When she comes out, her wet hair hangs around her shoulders. She's in a long-sleeved shirt and pants. Once again, I wonder what she is hiding. I watch her pad over to the dining room table and sit down. Putting two plates down on the table, I slide into my chair.
“Maddie, are you sure you aren’t ill?” I ask her, concerned.
