All Chapters of TOXIC LOVE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I rubbed her hair between my fingers, watching her intently. She fidgeted under my intense scrutiny, and all I could think of was the way she fidgeted underneath me as she cum.She sighed and wriggled, shifting away from me. A slow smirk broke out on my lips, and I twirled the same lock of hair around my finger. She ran a hand through her hair. I dropped her hair, immediately picking it back up when she dropped her hand back to the table. This was fun.“Mr Cole, are you concentrating?” Mr. Jessop asked me.“Yes, Sir.”“On my lesson, or Miss Stevens here?”“That would be the last option, Sir.” I turned my head and grinned. “But at least I'm concentrating, right?”“Yes.” He hid his smile. “As lovely as Miss Stevens is, do you think you could concentrate on my lesson for the last ten minutes of class instead?”Sandra looked at me and smileed. I winked at her.“I'll try, Sir, but I'm not promising anything.”Mr. Jessop shook his head and turned back to the board.I dropped Sandra's hair,

“You think I'm beautiful?” she whispered softly. Of course, that would be what she heard.“Yeah.” I turned her face up to mine. “I do. You are beautiful, Sandra. Inside and out.”And I was being completely fucking honest. She was not hot, or fit, or bangable. She was beautiful, she was sexy and she was sweet.She closed her eyes and, when she opened them, they were glistening with tears. Oh fuck.“Did I say something wrong?”She shook her head and spinned in my arms, sliding her arms around my waist. Her cheek pressed against my chest and I felt her take a deep breath. I held her to me tightly.“No,” she whispered. “No you didn't.”“Then why are you crying?”Her shoulders shook, and she looked up at me, a smile on her face even though her eyes were filled with tears. “Because it makes me happy.”“Good,” I whispered and kissed the corners of her eyes, kissing the tears away. “I like making you happy, Sandra.” And I did. For some reason, I did.I pulled her over to my bed and climbed in

I hated Sundays. There was something so fucking dull about them.So maybe that was why I was at the beach. Contrary to popular belief, I was not the biggest fan of sun, sea, and sand. Nor was I the next champion surfer.But Sandra wanted to come, and the rules of the game state that what Sandra wanted, Sandra gets. So, here I was. Getting sand up my shorts and, if I was not careful, a crab pincer around my balls.“You didn't have to come with me. I'm capable of sunbathing by myself,” Sandra said, lying on her back on the sand.I rolled onto my side and proped myself up on my arm. “And why would I not come? I like spending time with you.” I dragged my finger across her flat stomach, and she squirmed.“Because.” She shrugged a shoulder.“Because?”“Yep. Because.”I flipped over and straddled her. She squealed and pulled her sunglasses off, flinging them to the side. She looked up at me, and I grinned wolfishly.“What?”“Why are you sitting on me?”“I felt like it.”“You felt like it.”“

“No, Mom. She's not a 'weekend buddy', as you put it,” I groaned into the phone.“Well Maggie told Grace you were dating, and when Grace told me this morning over breakfast, I told her that was silly, that my boy isn't a dating kind of boy. She was adamant though, Jack, that you were dating this Sandra girl.”“That's because I am.”My mom has never been speechless before now. She had an answer for everything, and I guess that was where I got it from.“You are?” she shrieked, delighted. “Oh, Jack! Tom, Tom! Grace was right! Jack has a girlfriend!”I cringed at how high she was squealing to my father. I heard his baritone voice declaring, “That's lovely, darling, I'm so happy for him, but could you possibly turn down the strangled cat a notch or two?”I snorted into my fist.“Oh, what's she like, Jack? I must meet her. Oh, I'm so happy for you,” Mom babbled.“Honestly, Mom, I'm dating her, not marrying her.”“I know, I know, but she's your first girlfriend!”“No she isn't.”“Yes, darlin

When she was lying in my arms, like she is now, she was vulnerable.Only, I didn't realize just how vulnerable she was until last night. I also didn't realize how strong she was, how much fire was in her.I looked down at her. Her hair was fanned across my pillow, and her lips were parted slightly, her breath crawling over my bare chest. She looked peaceful when she was sleeping, like there weren't a thousand demons running around in her head and her heart. Like she wasn't protecting herself from anything and everything.My hand moved from its resting place on my stomach, and I smoothed hair away from her face. She sniffed and moved closer to me, causing me to pull her even closer. My lips pressed against her forehead, and she slid an arm across my stomach, her fingers brushing the bare skin above the covers.I was not sure when I started to care for her so much. It could have been the day at the beach when she told me about her Mom, or it could have been when she went crazy at that g