Maybe the sign was wrong. Maybe it really was Mrs. McCullin. Or maybe it should have said Mrs. DiGristino and she was Matt’s wife. The thought instantly made me frown.
It’s not that deep down I was hoping it was my Mr. DiGristino, and that he was still single. Nope. Not at all.
I took a minute to study the woman with her short brown hair cut into a bob and her bright green eyes. She looked way too peppy for my liking, but I supposed it was a good way to be around a room full of young children.
“Great job!” she praised the kids after the last one took her spot on the carpet. “My name is Ms. O’Reilly. I’m going to Mr. DiGristino’s helper this year.”
At the mention of his name, my heart rate picked up and my palms became clammy.
That would explain that then.
The silent prayer about it being someone other than Matt DiGristino began repeating in my brain now that my nerves were back in overdrive. He had always wanted to be a teacher, but it could very easily have been one of his cousins, or hell, even his brother who was going to teach Rachel. I had to believe that might be the case in order to keep my sanity at that moment.
As Ms. O’Reilly droned on about the classroom rules, I found it hard to focus. All I could think about was the man that, if I were being honest, I really did hope would be my daughter’s teacher, and all the ways we used to play together.
Throats clearing and women whispering broke me from my trance; I had been lost in memories of sex in parked cars, make out sessions in the storage closet at school, and many nights sneaking in and out of my bedroom. My head turned to where they were all staring, and I swear it was like slow motion as Mr. DiGristino walked into the room.
His black hair was cut short, his blue eyes hidden behind a pair of black-framed glasses. He had on a cream sweater that held specks of brown and grey with a collar that was turned up and framed the thick column of his throat. His blue jeans were partially worn, but hugged him in all the right places. And his hands were still as gorgeous and strong looking as ever as he nervously ran one through his thick hair.
Mateo DiGristino was, in fact, my daughter’s teacher, and the man had the sexy Clark Kent look down to a science.
I was so in trouble.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, but something told me that if I did look around, all the women in the room would be panting about as much as I was, and most would probably be sporting wet panties.
Of course, none of them would feel one iota of what I felt looking at him, seeing as how I knew exactly what his body looked like under those clothes. I knew how he felt slipping deep inside me. The way he sighed as he came with his forehead resting on my own. The look of utter bliss on his face as he bit his lower lip and shook with his release.
My chest rose and fell in harsh breaths as I waited for him to notice me standing there. I both dreaded and craved that moment.
It seemed like forever as he took in the room and greeted the mothers and fathers in succession. The others had moved towards him, leaving me standing at the back of the line. I knew the second he spotted me though. His whole body froze mid-shake with one of the dads. His face registered shock for a split second, before the corner of his mouth turned up ever so slightly into a half smile.
When he finally stood before me, I could barely breathe let alone speak. My knees shook and my legs felt like jelly. I wasn’t sure how I was even standing in that moment.
“Miranda?” he asked quietly. He took my hand in his, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “Is it really you?”
The deep sound of his voice washed over me like sunshine on a summer day. I closed my eyes to keep the tears threatening to choke me at bay. I had always known I missed that voice. I just didn’t know how much until right then.
“It—” I cleared my throat and spoke again. “It is.”
Surprising the shit out of me, he gripped my hand and pulled me in for a tight hug, shaking me back and forth while cocooning me in his arms.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered in my ear before pulling away.
“Me too,” I said shyly. With a shaky hand, I tucked a piece of stray hair behind my ear and swallowed hard.
“You have a child in my class?”
“My daughter, Rachel.” I gestured to where she sat on the rug listening to Ms. O’Reilly read a story. I was hyper aware of the whispers surrounding us, as the parents seemed to pay more attention to our awkward conversation than their kids settling into their first day of school.
“Great. And her father?” he nonchalantly asked, and despite my nervousness, I found myself smiling.
“No father.” Part of me was glad I had no ties, now that Matt was standing in front of me. The other part of me felt like a heel for what I had done to him, only to end up broke and alone with a young child.
“Good. Good.” His eyes were warm and sparkled as he appraised me. “I would really like to catch up with you, but I need to get class going.”
“Oh, shit. I mean shoot. Sorry. I haven’t slept in like twenty-four hours and I wasn’t thinking.” The verbal puke poured out of my mouth, and I couldn’t stop it. If I didn’t stop, I’d end up telling him it had been over two years since I’d been fucked by a man.
He gave me an inscrutable look and quirked his eyebrow at me. “Are you picking Rachel up later or is she taking the bus home?”
“I’ll be here at three,” I assured him. No way in hell was I going to miss hearing all about her first day of independence.
“I’ll see you then. Maybe we can talk. Now go home and get some sleep.” He winked and my heart fluttered. It was such a heady and welcome sensation. Time had changed nothing as far as the way he made me feel.
“Okay.”
Twenty minutes later, I had a copy of the supply list for the school year in my purse, and said goodbye to Rachel. With one last look as I walked out the door, I found myself smiling broadly at Matt as he gave me a discreet two finger wave goodbye.
Exhaustion forgotten, I couldn’t wait for three o’clock.
TWO
I awoke with a start. The room was dark, except for the light trying to peak through the slats of the blinds. My body was slick with sweat. The ceiling fan was doing little to cool the room down.
Glancing at the alarm clock I saw it was almost two o’clock. After leaving school, I went to the store and bought the supplies Rachel needed before heading home and attempting to sleep. It had taken a little while for my brain to shut off after seeing Matt, but it appeared I had managed at least three hours of sleep, so I had that going for me.
My fingers skirted down my naked body as thoughts of Matt took hold of me once again. He had looked good that morning. Real good. The last six years had served him well. His muscles filled out and he went from being a man-boy to a full on man.
What I wouldn’t give to feel how much of a man he was.
I wondered if his cock was the same, or had that somehow grown up too? He was huge before, which made me even more curious to see what the grown up version looked like.
My fingers dipped between my lower lips through the wetness that had gathered there.
I had perfected the art of fucking myself over the years.
Getting myself off was becoming a more frequent pastime the longer I went between random fucks. It was as if my body couldn’t handle the lack of a cock inside of it.
At one point, I had considered buying a dildo or vibrator to assuage that particular ache, but I couldn’t afford it. Which was why my fingers slipped inside my body before pulling out and plunging in again.
When my tissues swelled and my legs started trembling, I crooked my finger and hit my g-spot. Thoughts of Matt standing before me, stroking his monster cock as he watched my movements with dark eyes took over my mind.