Page 23 of Bless My Heart

She looks up as soon as I walk through the door. Our eyes meet, and my balls immediately tighten. Her lips are pressed in a tight line, but I see the corner move upwards like she wants to smile but stops herself.

I take my seat in the middle of the room and watch the rest of the class file in. Right at ten, Hazel starts the lecture. It goes just like normal. She starts off a little reserved, but she comes alive once she gets into the material. I love watching her in her element.

She tries her best not to make eye contact with me during the class. Normally, I would be upset about that because it’s like a stab to my ego, but today it gives me a chance to watch her. I study her face and how it flushes when she gets excited or when someone asks a good question. I watch how she moves her hands while talking, adding flair to every word she says. I watch her walk back and forth in front of the class, her hips swaying so much I’m pretty sure she’s actively trying to seduce me.

Watching her is a bad idea, thought, because all I want to do is grab her hips and fuck her up against her desk. I want to be so deep inside her she can’t help but scream my name in front of these people. I want her not to care who sees us as she comes apart around my cock. I want my cum to drip down her leg so everyone can see that she’s mine; I’ve fucking claimed her.

By the time she dismisses the class, my cock is so hard I have to stay seated for a few minutes to calm it down enough to stand up.

I tuck myself into my jeans as I stand and make my way down to her desk. She’s packing up her stuff by the time I make it there.

“Hey, Doc.”

“Mr. Mitchell,” she says so formally. “Is there something I can do for you?” Yeah, how about you call me Mr. Mitchell while you ride my cock later? I bit the inside of my cheek. Don’t say that out loud, you asshat.

I lower my voice. “Can I come by later?”

“Yes,” she says, surprising me. I was worried she’d say no after I didn’t go over there yesterday. I know it’s a bad idea to be alone with her when I’m this worked up, but I can’t stop myself. I guess I like causing myself so much pain.

“Alright. See you later, baby.” She looks up from her stuff, eyes wide, and looking around to make sure no one heard me call her baby.

“You can’t call me that,” she hisses at me. The classroom is empty. It’s just the two of us. I made sure of it before I said it.

“Don’t worry. No one heard.”

“I’m not your baby, anyway.”

“I think you like when I call you baby.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because every time I say it, your cheeks turn the sweetest shade of pink, and your eyes get a little spark in them.”

She doesn’t say anything, so I know I’m right. A smile breaks out on my face. “I’ll see you later, baby.” I walk out of class before she can say anything, but I feel her watching me.

It’s just a matter of time before she gives into herself and lets me have her.

I’m done with classes before Hazel is done with work, so I head back to the house to hang out with Ozzy and Ezra for a bit. When Hazel texts me she’s on her way home, I tell the guys that I have to go see a girl about a thing. That must be pretty normal for me because they don’t question me.

I stop at the store and grab some pre-made pizza dough, sauce, mozzarella, and various toppings to make us some pizza. Finger’s crossed, she’s still craving Italian. I also grab a bouquet of flowers on my way to the checkout because I’m a sap and want impress her.

When she opens her front door, she’s changed into gray joggers and a black Brunswick University T-shirt. I love a dressed-up Hazel, but this dressed-down version is doing something to me.

“Hope you’re good with pizza,” I say as I hold up the grocery bag.

“That sounds amazing. Pizza is one of my top five favorite foods.” Noted. I’ll always keep pizza on the list, then.

“And these are for you.” I hand her the flowers.

“They’re beautiful, Wes. Thank you.” She goes to the kitchen and finds a vase for the flowers as I pre-heat the oven for the pizza.

“Can I help?” she asks me. No one usually offers to help me when I’m in the kitchen. Probably because Ozzy and Ezra barely know how to boil water.

“Yeah. That’d be great.” We roll out the dough and spread the sauce on top.

“So, you cook at your house?”

“Yeah. I figured someone had to do it, so I watched a bunch of shows on the Food Network and some YouTube videos until I could find my way around a kitchen.”