My Father's Best Friend(27)

     



 

I sighed and climbed from the car, grabbing my bag and heading for the  main office to drop off final grades. While I was there, Dean Whitehall  happened to step out of his office, and when he saw me, he called out  and motioned me inside.

"Gabe," he said, holding out his hand.

"Dean Whitehall." I shook his hand before taking a seat in front of his desk.

"Call me Paul," he offered as he walked around and sat down. He leaned  his elbows on the desktop and his fingers formed a steeple beneath his  chin.

"Miss Young was in my office yesterday," he said casually. I nodded, aware that she'd been in to file for deferment.

"You know she's putting off school?"

Again, a nod. I didn't see the need to speak.

"Is it because of the fraternization rule?"

I sighed, "Yes. We couldn't live without each other and there was no way  for me to go with her. So, she's putting off school until my contract  is up."

Paul leaned back in his chair and studied me, making me feel like a kid who'd been sent to the principal's office.

"Gabe, we love having you on staff here. The students and the faculty  have nothing but wonderful things to say about you. And, one of the  things that makes you a good professor and role model is your dedication  and sense of responsibility. This is why I was rather surprised that  you never approached me about being let out of your contract. I could  have gone to the board and presented your case."

"I accepted the contract. I didn't feel right about asking to be released, especially only a semester into it."

"That's exactly my point," the dean responded. "So, I did it anyway."

I sat up straight and peered at the dean. "Excuse me?" I wanted to be very sure I understood him before getting my hopes up.

"I went to the board and convinced them to let you defer, instead of  Miss Young. When she has finished her master's degree, she'll have to  look elsewhere for a doctorate so that you can return to teaching here,  unless you're married of course. But, I know it's a little early for you  two to even be thinking about that route."

"Wait," I interrupted. "What do you mean, unless we're married?"

"Oh, well, if the two of you eventually get married, it makes you an  exception to the fraternization rule, as long as she isn't enrolled in  one of the courses you teach," he explained.

"Paul, Charlotte and I are engaged."

His bushy eyebrows flew up into his salt-n-pepper hair. "You-you are-already?" he spluttered.

I laughed, "I know it seems crazy to others, but it's right for us."

Paul scratched his head, looking at me curiously. "I guess, um-well,  anyway. As long as you're married by the time she registers for fall  classes, you can both continue at the university."

I stood, unable to contain my excitement. I reached across the desk and  pumped his hand up and down. "I appreciate what you did for me, Paul.  That was incredibly generous of you. But, I've got this covered."

I ran from the office without waiting for a reply. Grabbing my coat and  bag from where I'd left them in the front office, I sprinted out to the  car and sped home. Then I made a mad dash up to our apartment, flinging  the door open. "Sweetheart?" I called.

"Kitchen!" she yelled back.

When I got to the room, I scooped her up, making her yelp in surprise,  and threw her over my shoulder before heading straight to the bedroom.  We got to the bed and I tossed her down, letting her bounce a few times  before landing on top of her.

"You know I love you, right?" I asked fervently.

She was still giggling from bouncing on the bed, but she calmed and  placed a palm on each of my cheeks. "Of course, and I love you too, more  than anything."

I kissed her softly and grinned. "How fast can I get you to walk down the aisle with me?"

"Umm..." She blinked at me in surprise. "When do you want to get married?"

I didn't hesitate. "Tomorrow."

She laughed and then stopped suddenly when she noticed I hadn't joined in. "Not tomorrow," she said firmly.

"When?" I pushed.

"I hadn't-well, I guess we could get married at the end of the summer. Before you start school again?"

I grinned. "Perfect. How about the first weekend in August? That will  give you time to get registered for classes and get used to being Mrs.  Aldric before beginning classes."

Her eyes widened, utterly confused.

"I talked to the dean today. He told me that there is an exception to  the fraternization rule. If we are married and you aren't in any of my  classes, we can both continue at the university at the same time."         

     



 

She couldn't seem to get words out of her cute little rosebud mouth, just opened and closed it a few times.

"Oh," I added, "I'd also like to point out how you picked the date." I smirked. "Notice how I didn't make the decision for us?"

Charlotte's eyes narrowed in suspicion, "But you would have, wouldn't you?"

I winked at her. "Guess you'll never know, will you?"





Epilogue


Charlotte


Swiping gloss over my lips, I studied myself in the mirror and decided  this was as good as it was going to get today. I was incredibly tired,  but it was graduation day so I'd put a little more effort into my  preparations this morning than I had in a while. Energy which was well  spent if the look of Gabe's face as he walked up behind me was any  indication.

"Gorgeous," he murmured, his arms caging me in on either side while he dipped his head to nibble at my neck.

"Careful or you'll muss me up," I warned half-heartedly. We both knew I  could care less about my hair or makeup, not when it was my husband  doing the disheveling.

"You're making me as hard as a rock, sweetheart." He backed up his statement by grinding the proof against my ass.

"That's how I like you best." I wiggled my ass, enjoying the feel of his hard length.

His hands moved off the vanity to my hips, gripping me tightly and  holding me in place. "You keep that up and I'm going to fuck you hard  right here."

I did a quick calculation of the time in my head. It would be close, but  it was definitely doable. I didn't bother answering, just slid the  bottom of my skirt up with one hand and tugged my panties down with the  other until they fell to my ankles. Lifting a foot, I pointed my toe and  let the panties drop further so I could widen my stance when I stepped  down again.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You make me lose control every single time."

He unbuckled his belt, undid the button on his suit pants and slid the  zipper down. They slid partially down his thighs, exposing his cock  since he'd apparently gone commando today. Then his cock was at my  entrance. There was no preamble, no warm-up. I was already drenched, and  he slammed into me. I cried out, leaning against the vanity to let him  go deeper. Our eyes were locked on the image of us in the mirror as I  ground back against him while he rode me hard. We were both out of  control, my pussy swallowing his thick cock over and over. He watched  the heated flush spread over my skin, my eyes going wide as my mouth  formed his name in a startled gasp.

"So fucking beautiful when you come."

Only then did he allow his orgasm to take him, after he'd watched me  reach my own climax. He hammered into me several more times, each stroke  harder than the last. My fingers clenched against the vanity as I  pushed back against him, meeting each thrust until he buried his face in  my neck and held still, his cock jerking inside me.

"I love you so fucking much, sweetheart."

"And I love you more than anything."



Today was the culmination of the dream I'd had for so many years, and  we'd barely made it here in time for me to take the stage before the  ceremony began. I wasn't just graduating with my PhD, I was the  valedictorian of my class. Stepping up to the podium, I placed the  notecards with my speech in front of me and took a deep breath.

"When I started as a student here, as a freshman working on her undergraduate degree, I'd hoped to honor my parent's memory."

As I stared out at the audience, my gaze landed on my sister and my  heart swelled with happiness. For too long, it had been her and I alone,  united against the world after the deaths of our parents. Now she had  Brysen, right by her side today just as he always was. They were  surrounded by my three nephews-Gregory sat next to Elisa, who had baby  Gavin on her lap, while three-year-old Garreth sat next to his daddy.  Gabe and I liked to tease them about their name choices, accusing them  of taking all the best boy names starting with the letter G.

My sister's reply had always been that I wouldn't need them. When I'd  found out I was pregnant with twin girls? Yeah, I told her she made it  happen from all her trash talking. Luckily she hadn't done the same to  Brysen's best friend Maddie, who sat on the other side of Garreth. She  was joined by her husband Caleb and their two children. Nathan was  perched on his mom's knee and Rachel on her dad's.