The Naughtier Chronicles
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
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He couldn’t keep doing this, Jason realized as he sat there, waiting for the morning meeting to start. He just…couldn’t.
Between work, picking up shifts on the weekend with his father, spending time with his children, dealing with a newborn, and trying to function on only a few hours of sleep a night, he couldn’t keep going like this. Sooner or later, he was going to snap, Jason realized as he slowly exhaled, his leg bouncing beneath the table with unspent energy as he struggled to get his mind off just how fucking wet his wife had been this morning and just how fucking good it felt to-
Slowly exhaling, Jason shifted his focus to the new curriculum guidelines for next year that he’d been working on for the history department, hoping to get this done before next week and…found himself thinking about how it felt to slide the tip of his cock through his wife’s slit.
“You really don’t look so good,” Mark said as he sat down next to Jason with a fresh cup of coffee and-
“Did you seriously just steal my donut?” Mark asked with a sad shake of his head that had Jason narrowing his eyes on the unsupportive bastard as he shoved the rest of the donut in his mouth.
“I need this more than you do!” Jason snapped even as he glanced around the teachers’ lounge, looking for the collection of baked goods that Mrs. Brown normally brought in every morning to help him get through this meeting without losing his fucking mind.
“You need something,” Mark murmured, sounding really fucking amused for someone stuck on lunch duty for the next month. “But, then again, it seems that the new English teacher wants to help with that,” he added with a pointed look past Jason’s shoulder.
Frowning, Jason glanced over his shoulder to find Megan, he thought her name was, watching him. Jason took in her long blonde hair, the brown eyes that watched him with interest, the way that she teased her bottom lip between her teeth, and the fat-free strawberry yogurt in front of her and sighed heavily as he pushed his chair back and got up, realizing that it was time to get what he needed from another woman since Haley wasn’t here to see to his needs.
With that in mind, Jason grabbed the file that he’d been working on, swiped Mark’s coffee, and headed toward the tables on the other side of the room. When he made his way around Megan’s table, her eyes lit up and she gave him a welcoming smile as she gestured to the chair next to him only to frown when he moved past her without a second thought and joined Mrs. Brown, who had been the only one fucking thoughtful enough to bring in a platter of homemade muffins for him.
Grabbing an apple streusel muffin with extra icing, Jason sat down next to the elderly woman who understand him and devoured the delicious treat. Before he was done, she was sliding a chocolate chip muffin in front of him and breaking out the pictures of her grandchildren. Jason finished off the muffin and pulled his phone out and showed her the pictures that he’d taken of Hunter crawling across the living room floor so that he could attack his brother last night.
God, that kid was coming along nicely, Jason thought, unable to help but smile as he took in the picture of Hunter climbing on top of Cole’s face and making his brother beg for mercy. That was followed by Mrs. Brown showing him pictures of her grandson gnawing on his little foot as Jason sat there, sharing pictures of his son with the woman that met his needs only to frown when a large tan hand reached over and plucked the delicious looking blueberry muffin that he’d been eying.
Frowning, Jason looked up and-
Just fucking sighed when he spotted his son dragging a chair closer to Mrs. Brown so that he could get a better look at the pictures of her grandson as he nibbled on the muffin that rightfully belonged to Jason. For a moment, Jason debated waiting until after the morning meeting to find out why Cole was in the teachers’ lounge only to change his mind when his son stole the chocolate chip muffin that looked like it had extra chocolate chips off the platter.
After finishing off his muffin, Jason grabbed another apple streusel muffin, for substance, and quickly devoured it as he got to his feet and gestured for his son to come with him. Blinking innocently, Cole absently gestured to the picture of Mrs. Brown’s grandson smearing baby cereal everywhere as he murmured, “Can’t. Looking at baby pictures,” and reached for another muffin. That was followed by his son releasing an embarrassingly high squeal and yelling, “Stranger danger!” when Jason reached over and helped his son find his way to the hallway.
A minute later, Jason released his son and stole the muffin with a satisfied sigh as he gestured for Cole to get on with it. With a glare aimed at the muffin in Jason’s hand, Cole muttered to himself as he fixed his shirt and tie with a grumble. Once he was done, he released a dramatic sigh that had Jason narrowing his eyes on him before announcing, “Congratulations, you’re going to be a grandfather,” with a firm nod that has Jason choking on that fucking muffin.
To be continued…