Page 62 of The Cheerleader is Off Limits

“I think a dog around the house would be cool,” I interject with a smug grin, knowing that having me on their side is absolutely going to piss Rowan off.

“I thinkyoudon’t live here,” he says, pointing his fork toward me. “Why don’t you get a dog, and they could come hang out with it?”

“Yeah, get a dog, Uncle River!” Isla says immediately. “Oooh, maybe we can get two dogs that are brothers! Like you and Daddy!”

“Okay, okay enough. I don’t have time for a dog, and I’m hardly ever home, especially during football season,” I tell them before things get out of hand. The topic of them getting a dog has been an ongoing conversation for years, and the last thing I wanted was to get sucked into it, because while they haven’t been able to convince their father, they may actually be able to break me down.

I’m back at my house soon after dinner. Rowan tried to get me to stay over or at least long enough to talk to him about how the week went, but I wasn’t in the mood. I’ve been thinking about the situation with Sloane for a week straight, and I didn’t want to spend tonight rehashing everything. I wanted one day when I didn’t have to see her, talk to her, or talk about her.

Which is why I don’t know how I ended up back on theHuntersIntheWildInstagram. She never messaged back after I only liked the message, so there’s no reason for me to be here. I scroll through photos of animals, landscapes, parks, and forests, and I realize I’m looking for a glimpse of Sloane. I mostly see her parents, and I even see a few with her little brother, but I haven’t seen any with Sloane leading me to believe she probably took most of the pictures. I click on one of the photos with multiplepictures and begin scrolling through them, and sure enough, I find a picture of Sloane. She’s sitting on a cluster of rocks in front of a massive waterfall that overtakes the picture. The waterfall cascades over a huge cliff, sending mist and streams of water swirling through the air while she’s surrounded by greenery. In the next picture, she’s looking into the camera, so relaxed and carefree, almost ethereal, as sunlight filters through the mist and creates a soft glow around her.

God, she was so gorgeous.There’s another picture, zoomed in, highlighting her gorgeous smile and those perfect pouty lips that fit mine perfectly.

And felt so fucking good wrapped around my cock.

I notice she’s tagged in the photo, and before I can stop myself, I’ve clicked the link to her public Instagram.

My heart begins to pound as I begin scrolling through this intimate look into her life. She hasn’t posted a ton since she’s been in Maryland, but I do see she has an active Instagram story.

I click on it without thinking and scroll through her pictures and videos of the past twenty-four hours. There were pictures of her latte, a few with her and Delaney, and one of her in her cheerleading uniform.

Fuck.My dick stirs, and against Rowan’s warning blaring in my head, I screenshot a few of the photos.

She was stunning, and as if that wasn’t enough, in one of the pictures, she’s holding her leg up in a heel stretch, almost straight up over her head, and I’m reminded of how well acquainted I am with her flexibility.

I’m reminded of the night that I pushed her ankles back to her ears while I fucked her and ate her pussy. I remember the near-perfect split she did while she rode my face, all while she gagged on my cock.

Before I can blink, my hand is on my dick, rubbing it over my clothes.

You shouldn’t do this.

“Fuck it,” I grumble before my pants are unbuckled, and my cock is out, hard, and already leaking from the tip.

I let my eyes close as I begin to slowly fuck my fist. I hadn’t done this all week, and I haven’t slept with anyone since Sloane which was a week ago. My body feels very aware that it needs a release.

You wish I were here, don’t you?

I can hear her voice in my head, and when I open my eyes, it’s almost as if she’s here naked, in my lap, hovering on top of me.

We could easily get away with this for the year.You know I won’t tell a soul.I imagine her whispering in my ear.

“We can’t,” I grumble as my fist moves faster at the thought of her on top of me, grinding that tight, wet cunt on my dick.

You’re not attracted to me?

“You know that’s not it. Goddammit, that’s fucking good.” My eyes slam closed as I raise my hips in time with my thrusts.

Mr. Kincaid.

“FUCK.” No, no, no, she’s your student now. That… she can’t call you that.

You know it’s hot.

“No,” I growl even as I continue to furiously masturbate. I already know the self-loathing is going to wash over me the second I’m finished, but I can’t bring myself to stop as I succumb to the taboo thoughts of fucking my nineteen-year-old student.

It’s just in your mind. No one will know.

Just this once to get her out of my head.