Chapter 156
**Logan**
When I woke up, Megan wasn’t in my room. I figured she was downstairs getting breakfast. I walk into the kitchen to see she’s not here, but Carl, Lorraine and David are.
“Someone in a good mood,” Lorraine states. “You don’t usually whistle,”
“That’s because he got laid,” Carl states. I choose to ignore his statement.
“Why were you outside my door last night?” I ask.
“Brett was about to let Max in as he was sitting at your door,”
“Oh, thanks for that,” I say, realising that it was a close call.
“Yeah, I told him the last thing he wants to do is walk in on you both again,” he states.
“Yeah, where’s Megan?” I ask.
“She left,” David states. I look at my watch to see it’s only just gone past 7:30. “She said she wanted to drive herself to school and that she was picking her friends up,” he added.
“Ok,” I say, confused.
She could have waited until I was up, it’s still too early to be going to school. I take my phone out of my pocket and send her a quick text asking her why she was leaving so early. I sit down at the table and pile my plate with food. I think I’ve put weight on since Lorraine moved here and to be fair I’m not complaining.
Brett walks in and sits down at the table. He yawns and looks at all the food, then around the kitchen.
“Where’s Megan?” he asks.
“She’s left to go pick her friends up,” David states without looking away from the paper in his hands. “Does anyone else want to ask where she is?” he asks while turning the page.
“Is she ok,”
“She’s more than ok after what I heard last night,” Carl says, and I kick him under the table. I swear this man likes to see me get beaten. “Ow,” he cries and glares at me.
“I’m glad someone hit him,” David laughs, and I smirk. Carl frowns at me and looks back down at his food. “She seemed ok, she said she was getting breakfast with her friends, Sandra has followed her in the SUV,”
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Megan walks into my office, she’s wearing the white dress I love her in, and she’s teamed it with a pair of Dr Martens, a belt and a biker jacket, most likely to hide her scars. She gives me a small smile before shutting the door and leaning against it. It would seem she’s been avoiding me all day, this is the first time I’ve seen her alone. She usually comes to see me before her lessons or stays after to talk to me. It’s like she couldn’t wait to leave her English class today.
“Hey,” I say, and turn my attention back to the art portfolio I am grading.
“Hey,” and then there’s a silence between us.
“I thought we could go somewhere this weekend if you like,” I say, and look towards her to see she’s still standing at the door. I frown and tilt my head a little. “Are you ok?” I ask.
“Yeah,” and I can tell it’s a lie. She looks nervous, scared and anxious all at the same time. By the redness around her eyes, I’d say she’s been crying not long before coming here.
“You don’t look fine, did something happen?” I ask, and place the portfolio down on my desk.
“Urm...I need to talk to you,” she stutters out and steps away from the door towards me. She rubs her hands together, and I notice she’s shaking. I get up and walk around the desk to stand in front of her.
“Ok,” why do I feel like she’s going to tell me something that will impact my life. I mean if she tells me she’s pregnant I’d be ecstatic, but I’m doubtful it’s that.
“Ok,” she breathes and takes a deep breath to let it out slowly, and I notice a tear escaping her eyes. I take her in my arms.
“Whatever it is we can get through it,” I say moving my hands to hers, she looks up at me and then I feel her lips on mine. I frown but kiss her back.
Her hands move up my chest and around my neck into my hair. She bites my bottom lip and slips her tongue into my mouth. She moans as I press her to the length of my body, picking her up I sit her down on my desk. Pulling back, I unbutton the top two buttons of her dress as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my jeans. We’ve never had sex in school grounds before, mostly so we don’t get caught. But I have to admit it turns me on that anyone could probably walk in on us right now.
Her hands move up underneath my shirt as she looks me in the eyes, and it’s as if she’s trying to tell me something that she can’t say out loud. Her hand moves into my boxers, distracting me from my thoughts. I feel her take hold of my cock and slowly massage her hand up and down my length. I lift her and swipe the drawings and the portfolio I was just looking at off my desk to lay her down.
I move my hand down her body to her underwear and pull her knickers down her legs. I glide my fingers up and down her sex, coating them with her wetness, and god is she wet. She’s unbelievably responsive. I love it. Rubbing my fingers around her clit she moans and looks at me through half-lidded eyes. Right now she looks sexy as hell on my desk with the top part of her dress down exposing her perky breasts and the bottom half bunched up to her waist. The look of arousal clear on her face as she moves one of her hands up through her hair.
“Logan,” she moans as I remove my fingers from her sex and nudge her clit with my cock. I feel like teasing her, but that’s just as torturous for me. I’ve never wanted a woman as much as her. Every day I find something new to love about her, and it’s exhilarating.
Megan sits up and pulls me down to kiss her. She captures my mouth with hers as I slowly push into her. Her warmth wraps around my cock as I move further into her tight pussy. She releases a little whimper, opening her mouth for my tongue to explore.
Kissing down her jaw to her neck, I see the bite I had left last night and press on my mark. I did it on purpose to show she had someone. The boys in her classes are untrustworthy. I know most think they have a chance with her and probably will try it on with her the moment they get the opportunity. That annoys the hell out of me, I trust her, not them. She’s mine, and I wish I could tell the world.
Last night she tried to be quiet, it was hot as hell, I think it turned her on more. Which is a bonus because I can’t wait to introduce her to a few of my kinks that I know she would most likely love, from what I can tell.