Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“I’m really sorry, Gwendolyn,” she says to the principal as she starts unbuttoning her fall jacket.
My eyes are wide fucking open as I openly stare at her. I shove my hands into my pockets when I realize they’re shaking. My whole body is trembling with the need to be closer to her. I want to grab her, throw her over my shoulder, and teach this sexy teacher a few things of my own.
“Oh… shit…” I say when it hits me.
The two women and the entire class go silent as they turn to me.
“You said shit,” the weird-looking kid says as he points at me.
My stomach drops and I feel like I’m going to be sick.
This girl is my mate.
That fact hits me like a speeding cement truck with no breaks. It slams into me and nearly brings me to my knees.
I found my mate. It’s her.
My mind begins swirling as I squeeze my eyes shut and lean against the blackboard.
“Are you okay, Mr. Lamb?” the principal asks. “Do I need to call someone?”
Aubrey comes over and I open my eyes just as she touches my arm. My bear immediately quiets down and the shakiness I feel all over settles.
I’m breathing hard, heavy breaths as I look down into her beautiful honey-colored eyes. She’s magnificent. Utterly stunning.
She has dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and an image of me grabbing a hold of it while I guide her lips up and down my cock flashes through my head.
“Is everything okay?” she asks in the softest, sweetest voice I’ve ever heard. The angelic sound runs through my body, making my nerve endings stir and my heart pound.
I open my mouth, but I can’t answer. I can’t talk.
All I can do is study every gorgeous detail in her face from her thick luscious lips to her thin nose and round cheeks.
I swallow hard as I drag my eyes down her thick full-figured body. She has big round breasts and wide curvy hips that have me choking back moans.
What is happening to me? I don’t understand it.
I’ve never wanted a mate. Everyone knows that.
But that was before…
Before I knew this beauty was in the world. Before I knew what a real woman looked like, felt like, smelled like.
Everything is changing. My entire worldview has been shattered by her and now I’m left holding the broken pieces with no idea what to do.
“Sir?” she repeats as she waits for an answer.
“Right,” I say as I shake my head and try to snap out of it. “Yes. No. Um… what was the question?”
“Are you okay?” She says it really slowly as if she thinks I’m a moron. But to be fair to her, I’m totally acting like one right now.
“I’m fine,” I manage to grunt out as I turn back to the class. I have to stop looking at her.
I’m in front of about twenty kids and this is not the time or the place to get all worked up. The need to have her is building with every second that I breathe in her intoxicating scent and I know if I continue looking at her I’m going to have a rod in my pants so big that I’m going to traumatize the poor class.
“Well, I have work to do,” the principal says as she stands up and surrenders the chair back to Aubrey. “Let’s remember that class starts at eight-thirty am, Miss Olson.”
“I’m sorry,” Aubrey says as her adorable cheeks turn pink. I’m already looking at her again. My restraint lasted about four seconds. “It was my car. It was—”
“Eight-thirty,” the principal interrupts before leaving the room.
My beautiful girl takes a deep breath and forces out a smile as she turns to the class. She’s so brave. She’s so perfect. I’m swooning big time over here.
“Are we learning a lot from the fireman?” she asks the class and they all say yes. “What have we learned from Mr. Lamb so far?”
“He cut someone’s head off with an ax!” one kid says.
“What?!?” I snap as I glance at Aubrey in a panic. “No, I didn’t, you little—”
“He’s on my mommy’s calendar,” the traitorous blonde girl says.
“Oh, really?” Aubrey says as her cheeks go even pinker. “That’s interesting.”
Wait? Interesting? In what way?
“He has a tattoo of Marshall from Paw Patrol and he shot a policeman with a gun,” another little fucker says.
My eyes are filled with panic and dread as I turn back to the sexy teacher, but she’s giggling. Oh, thank god. She deals with these monsters every day and knows it’s all lies. Hopefully.
She smiles shyly as she turns to me. “Anything else to add, Mr. Lamb?”
I swallow hard as I stare at her.
Her honey-colored eyes are so captivating. They’re full of charm and allure. I want to stare into them forever, only stopping to get an eyeful of her enticing curves.