Michael leans forward for a kiss, and this time I lean in, too. Our lips meet, and a magical current fires off between us. My heart races almost as fast as my mind. Suddenly we’re transported from the grassy quad to a beautiful flower garden on an alien planet, surrounded by floating creatures that glow and a sunset that paints the sky peach colors as Michael cups my face in his hands.
I melt beneath the heat of his skin. His hands gently trace town the lines of my neck to my collarbone. He makes his way out toward my shoulders, sending a shiver down my spine. Eventually, he reaches my hips, and I suck in a sharp, shocked breath. Michael pulls back to look me in the eyes.
“You’re beautiful, Jordan. I’m in love with you.” I bite my lip. Can this truly be happening? Is it possible that someone like Michael Grey could be in love with someone like Jordan Smith?
“You don’t have to say it back,” he continues. “You don’t even have to believe it. Just give us a chance. I promise I’ll treat you like an elven goddess every day you’re with me.”
My stomach does a backflip, along with my heart. I believe Michael one hundred percent.
Since I can no longer speak, I take off my wig as a gesture of accord, letting the heavy synthetic material plop to the ground next to me. I ruffle my hair back into its natural shape, which is ever-changing and one that I can never control. Michael reaches out to play with one of my kinky-coily curls.
“I’ve always wanted to touch your hair.”
“That’s funny, ‘cuz the moment I saw your hair I wanted to run my hands through it,” I say.
He smiles. “Go crazy, girl.”
I run my hands through his smooth, wavy, thick black hair. It’s effortlessly perfect—nothing like mine. Michael gently runs his fingers up my arms as I play with his locks until he reaches the hem of my costume. But instead of tensing up when his hot fingers touch my bare skin, I’m entirely entranced as he gently unzips the back of my dress and pulls the heavy costume off completely, revealing the pink slip I wear underneath to protect my skin from getting itchy.
My eyes go wide, and my playful fingers slow as the reality of the moment sets in. This is more of myself than I’ve ever shown anyone. But Michael doesn’t let me freak out. Before I can say anything, he leaves a trail of sweet kisses up my arm to the thin spaghetti strap on my shoulder.
“Your skin is so sweet,” he murmurs between kisses.
I tilt my head to the side, a smile tugging at my mouth as Michael’s kisses make their way up the soft skin of my neck to my jawline. He was right. He makes me feel like a queen. His queen.
“It’s my coconut body wash,” I confess.
“Do you use it all over?” he asks, his voice dark and husky. I nod silently. “Even here?” Michael gently cups my breast, igniting the flesh beneath his fingers on fire. I’ve never been touched by anyone this much, or in this way before. The way his hands feel on my body makes it feel like Michael is exploring an untouched treasure. It flips a switch inside me, and suddenly it’s like I could be engulfed in flames at any moment, but I wouldn’t want it to stop. The heat between us keeps getting hotter and hotter, and for the first time in my life, I think I want to see where that heat will take us. My dreams were steamy, sure, but they were nothing compared to this moment—this real moment between us.
Michael finds my nipple from the other side of the thin fabric still covering my torso. He rubs me in circles, drawing all of my breath from my lungs.
“Is this too much?” he asks. “Too much too soon?”
If I couldn’t speak before, there’s no hope for me now. I nod wordlessly, eagerly encouraging Michael to keep doing whatever it is his magical hands are doing. His lips curve into a smirk against mine as he pulls me into an intensely passionate kiss. With one hand cupping the back of my neck and the other feeling down my torso, Michael finds the elastic strap of my underwear and gently traces the edge, rendering me completely breathless and convinced I might die in his arms.
“Is this okay?” he asks. I love how he keeps checking in with me.
I nod, still unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.
“Good, ‘cuz I’ve wanted to do this for a long while.” He pulls my undies to the side with one finger and languorously slides another between my unbelievably wet folds.
My body automatically shudders. I’ve never been touched there. Not even by myself.
“Do you like that?” Michael groans in my ear.
“Mmhmm,” I manage to sputter out. My head is spinning with ecstasy. “Do it again,” I breathe, not the least bit concerned that there could be people walking by, or students looking out their dormitory windows at us. But I know better. It’s a Thursday night, and we’re cloaked in shadow and moonlight. Plus, there’s no way in hell I’m going to sabotage this moment, even if half of me is convinced it’s just another vivid dream.
Michael plays with me, toys with my most sensitive parts using his magical fingers, and I have to remind myself not to scream out loud. Though in my head we’re on a secluded mountaintop, in a fancy gazebo, floating in the middle of the ocean, among so many other romantic locations, the reality is we’re just two college students exploring each other intimately in a public place on campus.
But each time my worries start to build, Michael kisses me or touches me in a new way that has me melting in his arms once again.
And then it happens.
A crescendo of pleasure erupts inside me like Mt. Vesuvius, and I fall against Michael’s bare chest. He catches me in his arms and pulls me close, placing another sweet kiss on the top of my head as I catch my breath.
“That was fun,” he whispers.
I smile sheepishly. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“This?” He slips his hand between my legs and rubs his thumb against my magical spot once more. I see stars again immediately.
With a gasp and a giggle, I shimmy away from his intense touch. “Yes, that.”
“Practice, your majesty.” He runs his lips over my jawline and pulls me in for another sweet kiss.
“Can we practice again?” I ask when we finally part for air, not even trying to hide the eagerness in my voice.
Michael chuckles. “Hell yeah, we can. As many times as you want. But first, I think my queen needs some dinner.”
My queen.
The world stops around us when he says those words, and I realize something. He’s talking about me. Jordan Smith. I’m his queen, and for the first time ever, I don’t feel the need to hide behind a costume.
“Ah, yes, Lady Smith requires sustenance after such an exhilarating evening.” I pull my dress back on, excited for the adventures that await us, this time in the real world. Because with Michael by my side, I have a feeling every day will be an adventure.
He packs up the blanket and drinks, and together we head for Main Street to find a place to eat. “Who would’ve thought?” he says, slipping his fingers between mine. “All I had to do to get the girl of my dreams was join the LARPing club.” He winks at me. I smile from ear to ear.
I freaking love LARPing.
BONUS SCENE
Jordan
One Year Later
Michael leads the way toward an aisle in the back of the plane. It’s a massive airbus with two floors and even a first-class area with a bar. It’s the first plane I’ve ever been on, and the smell of the jet fuel and the air of travel has my nerves spiked and my imagination running wild with everything that awaits us in Spain.
“Right here, babe,” Michael says, pointing to our row. He lets me in first so I can take the middle.
I shuffle in next to an older woman sitting by the window. “Hi,” I say, perhaps a little too excitedly. The woman smiles back sweetly and nods. When Michael and I are finally situated, we turn to each other and giggle.
“I can’t wait to see La Sagrada Familia in person!” I wiggle my eyebrows, and Michael chuckles. “We’re going to try new food and see new places and, oh! I can’t wait to see what the
cruise ship is like.” I let out an eager squeal. We were able to score a graduating seniors student deal on a Mediterranean cruise that starts in Barcelona. I’ve never done anything like this in my life, but Michael suggested we take the trip. And if Michael wants to do it, well, you know it’s going to be awesome.
“It’s supposed to be one of the bigger ones, with water slides and a casino,” Michael says. His eyes reflect the same wide-eyed wonder and enthusiasm that I’ve been feeling ever since we booked the trip at the start of senior year. Though we’d only been dating for a few months at the time, and booking a trip like this is sort of a huge commitment, I knew in my heart we’d still be together. And now that we’re here a year later, I know we’ll be together for quite some time to come.
I squeal again, imagining us taking advantage of all the fun cruise ship activities. “I can’t believe it’s really happening. I’ve wanted to go on a real-life adventure for so long.” I turn to Michael then, realizing something. “You know, as soon as I met you, my whole life became an adventure.”
Michael smiles real wide and plants a sweet kiss on my lips. “You’re so cute.”
I slap his arm playfully. I’m much more comfortable with him now, and with myself. Of all the things I imagine, I never pictured myself as someone’s girlfriend. I mean, obviously, it had to happen eventually, right? But becoming Michael’s girlfriend wasn’t like some sort of milestone achieved. It’s an ever-flowing constant stream of learning and loving and eye-opening experiences. He treats me like his real-life Faylen Shelara, and I’m convinced we’re perfect for each other. He’s my everything, and he sure as hell makes me feel like I’m his everything, too. For the first time in my life, I spend the same amount of time outside my fantasy books as I do within them. And I think it’s because life with Michael, even the little mundane parts, are just as exciting as a fantasy.
The captain tells everyone to buckle up as he takes the plane toward the runway. Michael and I excitedly explore everything in our little area of the aircraft, from the complimentary water bottles to the safety magazine to every individual setting on the touch-screen TVs on the seatbacks. We’re like two little kids going to a theme part for the first time. I intently study the safety manual as the plane soars into the atmosphere, and when we finally reach the electronics-approved altitude, a hostess comes by with a cart of snacks.
Michael and I ask for one of everything, stifling excited giggles as she hands us the tiny bags of crackers and cookies. I’m giddy and tingling with eagerness. Though I can’t wait for when we finally arrive in another country, I’ve learned that every moment with Michael is a memory in the making.
As if he can read my thoughts, Michael leans over and whispers something in my ear so the woman in our row can’t hear. “Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes.” I want to ask him why, but he kisses me again, and this time it’s very sensual. Like, send-a-spark-straight-to-my-core-and-light-me-on-fire sensual. He smirks at my surprised gasp and makes his way past me with a mischievous grin and a wink.
What the heck is he planning?
Being the uptight perfectionist that I am, I pull my phone’s timer out. Precisely two minutes later, I head for the bathroom. Only there’s two, and they’re both “in use.”
Crap.
“Uh, hello?” I knock on one, lean with my ear close, and hear a loud “OCCUPADO!” I jump back, heart racing. Sheesh!
I turn to the only other option and knock. “It’s me,” I whisper, nervous for some reason.
“Come in, baby,” Michael’s voice coos. I check to make sure no one else is watching, then do as he says, locking the door behind me. The bathroom light immediately turns on when the lock is in place. I turn around to find Michael smiling like a fiend.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my lips twisting into a smirk. Though I have no idea what this is all about, the fact that Michael seems excited makes me excited, too.
My boyfriend doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he leans forward and pins me against the door, then kisses me fiercely. Heat shoots through my body, and my heart rate reaches the highest it’s ever been. Literally, seeing as we’re floating in a giant piece of metal in the sky.
The thought gets my imagination rolling, and soon the two of us are floating like superheroes in the clouds. I forget all about the fact that this tiny bathroom is riddled with germs and instead focus on Michael’s fingers on me. His erection is hard as a rock pressed up against my tummy, and I can’t help but let out a little moan.
“That’s for you, my queen.”
I giggle. “What are you going to do with it?” I ask. Since our very first night on the quad, I’ve learned that Michael brings out the seductress in me. We “practice” all the time whenever we get the chance. His enthusiasm for my body has made me start to see myself in a new light. Now when I look in the mirror, I actually like my reflection. And when I see myself in his eyes, the way he’s hard for me instantly and so incredibly eager to make me feel good, it makes me want to show Michael how grateful I am for him. I want to make him feel just as amazing as he always makes me feel.
“Let me show you,” he says in a low voice. He unzips his pants, and I let my panties fall to my ankles beneath my flowy summertime dress. Michael presses me up against the sidewall and lowers himself so that his face is right between my legs. He licks my sensitive mound, and I suck in a shaky breath.
“You’re so wet, Faylen,” he says. My heart flips in my chest. I love it when he slips into our LARPing roles. We don’t do it all the time, but when we do, it’s like I’m transported into all the fantasy worlds I’ve ever gotten lost in.
“Only for you, Maximus.” Michael groans and comes to standing, lining his hard cock right up against my entrance. He teases me by rubbing himself against my clit. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close, kissing his lips and letting my imagination take us to a million different places in the span of a few minutes. The pressure between my legs builds until I’m Mt. Vesuvius ready to blow.
“Please, Michael,” I say, letting our roles slip. The cloud of pretend bursts, and all that matters is this real moment between the two of us. Though it’s fun to role-play, the only man I ever want inside me is Michael.
He wipes my hair from my face and kisses my cheek sweetly. “As you wish, baby.” Michael smoothly thrusts inside me, and I have to cup a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. He’s so damn big, and every time is like the first time. My breathing turns shallow as he plays with my nipples and licks my neck, and contracts his chiseled stomach muscles as he expertly maneuvers his impressive erection into my most sensitive parts.
My walls convulse, and pulses of pure ecstasy radiate through me. Michael groans when I start to come, and soon he climaxes with me. Together we let the blissful moment take us.
“That never gets old,” he says breathlessly, kissing me again. I can still taste myself on him, and it drives me wild.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
We jump in the tiny space and turn toward the door. “Hello? You alright in there?” a man’s impatient voice calls. “Some of us have been waiting!”
I snap my head back to Michael with terror in my eyes, but he’s stifling a chuckle.
“What happens now!” I say, hiking up my undies and running my hands under the recycled airplane water. “Will we get in trouble? Can they kick us out?”
Michael laughs quietly. “They can’t exactly kick us out of the plane. Unless, of course, they have parachutes.” He’s only joking, but the color drains from my face regardless.
“Relax, Jordan. It’s going to be just fine.” Michael kisses my forehead.
I let out a breath. He’s so right. Even if we had to jump, I would do it with Michael by my side.
Together we turn back to the door, ready for whatever the world has in store for us.
On Air Dare
On Air Dare is an opposites attract steamy short college fling with a sassy heroine and a dirty-talking hero. It is the second book
in the College Club series and can be read as a standalone.
Amanda
It’s hot as hell in this tiny recording booth, and listening to Dean talk about cars does nothing to cool me down or improve our listenership.
The two of us are stuck co-hosting a radio show for the entire semester in a last-ditch effort to graduate on time.
These close quarters are a would-be dream scenario, minus that Dean isn’t interested in me like I am in him. Plus, we have absolutely nothing in common.
But then he gets a crazy idea to boost our show ratings.
It could get us expelled, but it could also make him see me in a whole new light.
I never considered myself a desperate woman, but at this point, I’m totally willing to take that chance.
Dean
I finally have an excuse to get to know Amanda better, but I’m so freaking into her that I can barely speak. Not exactly ideal when you’re co-hosting a radio show together.
Then a crazy idea strikes me— one that could finally give us something to talk about, along with every other listener on campus.
The only problem is, it’s risky, not to mention risqué. We could get expelled, or worse—Amanda could think I’m the biggest creep ever.
But if it works, our little On Air Dare could turn into something much more… and maybe so could we.
If you love steamy college flings with a dash of humor and a happy-for-now ending, you’ll love this book. This story takes place at Tempt University, where academic tensions run high, and everyone is overdue for a sizzling, lust-fueled fling to get back on track (even the professors).
Welcome to Tempt University!
Chapter One
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