by Jordyn White
“Well, Brad and I kind of talk about the future, but...” She sighs. “It’s like he’s expecting me to follow him to Texas, but he hasn’t said a word about what that really means. Is he going to marry me? Are we just... dating? What is this?”
“Yeah.”
I look at my letter, lying on the table in front of me. I smile at it. “Okay, enough moping for me. I’m not going to ruin this moment. I’m in!” I smile at Chloe. “I’ve been wanting this for two and a half freaking years and I’m in!”
Chloe jumps up from the table and dashes into the kitchen. I can hear her rummaging through the pantry.
“What are you looking for?”
“Celebratory Nutella.”
“Bottom shelf,” I say grinning, and caressing my letter from Harvard.
I can’t believe it.
I really did it.
Our dinner in Swan Pointe was lovely, but kind of bitter sweet. For me at least. Neither one of us is in a hurry to get back, so we’re walking along the beach arm in arm, carrying our shoes.
Even though I’ve tried not to think too much about the future, that’s getting more and more difficult. I dread what it’s going to feel like when we go our separate ways. I wish we didn’t have to, but what am I going to do? Say, ‘Hey, give up everything you’ve ever wanted, come with me, and—as a bonus—spend two more miserable winters in Massachusetts?’ Or, ‘Wait here for me until I come back?’
Back when we first got together and were talking about past relationships, he told me a bit about a long-distance relationship he believes was destroyed by those circumstances. He swore never to put himself, or anyone else, through that again. That conversation with him was so long ago, and before I got in as deep as I am now. It was just an interesting tidbit I’d learned about him, like his love for fish tacos and fear of snakes.
Only in the months since then does it pain me to think back on that conversation and remember him saying with such finality, ‘Never again.’
I sigh. My bare feet are chilly on the cold sand. I feel that chill seeping into other parts of me.
He squeezes my shoulders. “What?” he asks gently.
I think about telling him my thoughts, but I can’t. It’s bad enough we have the whole professor thing weighing on us all the time. Why add more stress? Especially when it’s just so pointless. I don’t want to spoil things. I just want to enjoy it while it lasts—until “it all comes crashing down,” as he once said. He was talking about getting caught, but I’m starting to realize that whether we get caught or not, this is bound to end in heartbreak. For me, anyway.
I squeeze him and we stop, pulling into an embrace. I nestle into his neck, breathing in his scent. In the safety of his arms, I force myself to let go of the future. What we have—whatever it is—it’s always been in the now.
I intend to make the most of it. I look up and give him a smile. “You make me happy.”
It’s not a lie.
He smiles back and runs his fingertips along my forehead and temple, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You make me happy, too.”
He kisses me sweetly and I sink into it, hanging onto the feeling until my fears for the future fade away.
He pulls back and kisses me on the nose. “I want to go somewhere with you. One night like this isn’t enough. Are you going home for spring break?”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I say, hopeful.
“How about we get away?” He smiles. “A whole week, just the two of us. Somewhere we don’t have to hide.”
“You mean like Europe?” I say with a sly grin.
His smile falters a bit. “That’s a bit out of my reach.” He pulls out his phone. “Here look. Last night I was looking at these cabins in the mountains.”
He pulls up a website and shows me pictures of beautiful, modern-style cabins, but I don’t need to see them. I’m already sold on the idea.
“That looks amazing.”
“I know it’s probably not the luxury you’re used to.”
“I know, because I’m so pampered.” I laugh and roll my eyes. I pull him into my arms and smile up at him. “You. Me. Alone in the woods all week.” I give him a kiss. “It sounds like pure heaven. I love the cabin idea.”
And I love you, I think, but I don’t say it.
A few evenings before Spring Break, we head to the school’s pool late at night to swim some laps together. We drive separately and park in different areas. I watch as he goes in first. I wait a few minutes, then get out of my car and head toward the building.
When I’m almost to the door, I notice someone coming down the sidewalk, some distance away.
It’s Justin Kirby. His eyes are on me and he’s walking toward me with a purpose. I hustle through the door and run down the hallway to the pool.
Shane’s waiting in the water. He sees my expression and immediately asks, “What’s wrong?”
“Justin Kirby saw me,” I say, panting. “He’s coming in.”
Shane pulls himself out of pool, looking furious. “Does that asshole think you’re here alone so he’s going to—”
Shane’s charging toward the door but I put my hand on my chest, stopping him.
“Stop” I hiss. “Obviously he can’t hurt me if you’re here, but we can’t look like we’re here together. Get back in the pool.”
He looks like an animal ready to charge. I glance toward the door.
“Please. Before he sees us together.”
Shane scowls but steps to the edge and dives in. He’s doing a furious backstroke, his eyes on the door. I sit on the bench and bend over to take off my shoes, my fingers shaking.
Justin Kirby opens the door and I look over at him, still bent over. His eyes land on Shane, who’s reached the far end of the pool and is watching Justin carefully.
Justin looks at me coldly, then turns and leaves.
My forehead falls on my knees, my arms hanging limply.
God, I hate that guy.
Shane swims over and is by my side in an instant. I’m standing and making for the pool. “Don’t even say I should report him,” I say tightly, “because I’ve tried that and there’s nothing the dean can do. Justin knows it too.”
Shane looks about to argue with me but I wrap my arms around him and lean heavily against his chest. “Please. Please. It’s bad enough. I don’t want to argue about it with you too.”
Shane sighs and wraps his arms around me.
“Well,” he says lowly. “I’ll agree not to talk about it for now. How about that?”
I realize that’s probably the best I’m going to get.
I nod against his chest, then take a deep breath and give him a kiss. “Come on. I came here to swim laps and I’m not going to let that creep stop me.”
Chapter 20
On the Friday before Spring Break, Shane and I hit the road as soon as my last class let out. We pull up to the large, log-style cabin I saw in the pictures. It has a peaked roof and huge windows overlooking a clear lake. There’s a lodge and several other cabins on the property, but the way they’re spaced out and tucked into the trees, it feels like we’re here alone.
Which suits me just fine. After three hours in the car with Shane, I’m more than ready to have my way with him.
We bring our suitcases up the porch steps and Shane opens the broad front door. The first floor features a huge living area with an open floor plan. A full kitchen is to one side, in case we decide to forgo the nice restaurant at the lodge. There’s a massive brick fireplace in one corner, and a pool table in the other.
Ascending the broad staircase, we’re let onto a landing that leads to three different bedrooms: two smaller ones and the master. The master has a king-sized bed, comfortable sitting area, private fireplace, and master bath.
We set our suitcases next to the large armoire before examining the bathroom. There’s a walk-in shower with dual showerheads and a huge jetted tub.
Oh the things we could do to each other in that tub.
I wiggle my eyebrows at him suggestively and he laughs. “That’s right, baby. Seduce me.”
“Oh, I plan to.” I smile. He takes my hand and we cross the bedroom to check out the private deck. We have a clear view of the lake, cradled in the valley between two mountains.
“Oh,” I breathe, leaning on the railing. “Shane, this is perfect.”
“You like?” He comes behind me and puts his arms on the railing on either side of me.
“Mm-hmmm.” I lean back against him and he rubs his hands over my stomach. I’m pleased to know he’s as ready for me as I am for him. I’ve been wet for him for the last hour.
I raise both arms and put my hands behind his head, arching my chest forward. His hands travel up, squeezing my stiff peaks.
I moan softly.
“You like that?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod, turning only my head toward him and letting him kiss me deeply, my hands still above my head, his hands still running over my breasts.
He dips one hand lower, and lower. I turn my mouth toward his and he kisses me deeply again, his tongue claiming me. Just before his hand cups me I reach around and find the bulge in his pants.
We squeeze each other together and I moan in his mouth.
Slowly pulling away, I turn to face him, but instead of pulling him toward me I place my hands on his chest and gently push. I give him a seductive smile, backing him off the balcony and toward the bed.
We reach the bed and he sits, grabbing my hands to pull me with him.
“No, no, no,” I say softly, pulling my arms away. “You wait here. I have a surprise for you.”
His eyes get an excited glint. “Do you now?”
“Yes. You just lie here and look sexy.”
“Can I... get more comfortable?” He raises one eyebrow and gives me an exaggerated, sultry expression.
I laugh. “Get as comfortable as you dare.” I grab my small suitcase and disappear into the bathroom.
I change into the outfit I bought at Victoria’s Secret. It’s one of several I plan to wear this week. It’s a black lace and mesh halter corset with a tiny, string panty. The halter’s garter straps connect to lace-topped nylons that come half-way up my thighs. I slip into black, spike heels and run my fingers through my hair to give it a sexy, messy look.
I check my reflection in the mirror and have to admit, the outfit is pretty damned hot. Now this is lingerie. I give the once over to my rear, take a deep breath, and smoothly step out of the bathroom.
In my absence, Shane has stripped to nothing and rested himself against the headboard, one hand resting easily on one raised knee. There he is, in all his glory, with an erection big enough to make me cream my panties on the spot. His eyebrows raise upon seeing me. He slowly looks me up and down, lingering on the tiny triangle of fabric covering my mound and my ample breasts. His cock bobs in appreciation.
“Oh baby,” he says lowly. “Bring that sweet little ass over here.”
I grin. Ever since that day he truly claimed me in his office, there’s been plenty of dirty talk to be had. And while I thought the sex was excellent before, that was nothing compared to the Shane that’s been unleashed since.
I take slow steps forward, teasing him.
He slowly lowers his arm, drinking me in.
“Come on, baby,” he croons. “Come see what I have for you.”
When I reach the bed, I slowly climb on and crawl toward him on all fours, arching my ass up in the way I know drives him crazy.
He uncurls and comes to me too. We meet in the middle coming up on our knees as he grabs me by the arms and kisses me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and making me weak. His hands roam over my chest, down the halter and to my bare lower stomach, and over my ass.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says thickly. He squeezes my cheeks and pulls me forward against his massive erection.
“Hey, tiger.” I nip his bottom lip.
He gives me a sexy smile and cups my face in his hands. He gives me a lingering, passionate kiss that makes the words I love you linger dangerously on the tip of my tongue.
I wrap my arms around him, running my hands over his back and shoulders. He holds me in his strong arms, my body brushing against his bare chest and abs.
He runs his hands across my shoulders, grabbing the straps of my halter as he goes and pulling them down. The fabric across my bust lowers and stretches until it’s barely covering my nipples. He tucks two fingers over the fabric, just on the outside of my breasts and tugs, causing me to spill over.
“Oh darlin’,” he says appreciatively. He lowers his mouth toward my stiff peaks and I arch my back, wanting him to suck me. He hesitates, teasing me. My nipples ache.
He glances up at me with a grin, the little devil, and—still halfway leaning his mouth to my breast—runs his hand down the small of my stomach toward my mound. I scoot my knees farther apart, already throbbing. He gently slips his hand into my panties, runs his fingers over my clit—I shudder and let out a sigh, but keep my eyes on his—and dips the tip of his finger into my wetness. My hands clamp down on his shoulder.
I want more but he removes his hand and circles my aching nipple with the tip of his wet finger. He takes me into his mouth at last and I sink slightly lower. He sucks and licks me clean until I’m moaning.
He pulls away slightly and again hovers over me while one hand dives down. When he dips the tip of his finger into me, getting more, he pushes farther inside me. I grab his hand, needing more of this. He grants me a single thrust, making me whimper, then firmly pulls his hand away again.
“Patience darling.”
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“I hope so.” He circles my other nipple and takes me into his mouth. I’m wound so tight I ache everywhere.
I take his massive width into my hand and squeeze firmly, right where I know he likes it.
Still sucking me, he grabs my ass again, pulling me firmly to him and gently spreading my cheeks apart.
“I know what you want,” I say.
“Mm-hmmm,” he hums on my breast, sending delicious vibrations through my skin. His mouth comes up, sucking my skin along the way. He continues to massage my ass and spread me open.
I arch my breasts against him as he comes to my mouth. His tongue works inside me, stirring up the pleasure inside me with each swirl.
He breaks away, giving me a sultry look. He puts his hands on my shoulders, turning me. I go down on all fours, spreading my legs and arching my rear up. Settling himself between my legs, he groans and pulls the narrow crotch of my panties out of the way. I open up more, backing toward him as he comes forward and enters me.
“You’re so wet,” he says thickly.
I am wet, sliding easily down his thick shaft. I lower myself, resting on my elbows. At this angle, he rubs more firmly against my inner walls. He grabs my hips and starts rocking me onto him, grunting with each thrust. This is what I like. I love it when he gets forceful with me.
I close my eyes and open my mouth with pleasure, my breasts swinging hard as he pounds against me.
“You like that, baby?” he says. I can only bite my lip and not. “Right there? Fucking you hard.”
I feel a surge of wetness at his words, and his cock swells inside me. He brings his hand around, finding my sensitive nub. I let out a moan as he rotates the pads of two fingers exactly where I need it. I instinctively tilt my ass higher, spreading my knees more.
I look over my shoulder to watch him banging against my firm ass. He brings his thumb to his mouth, wets it, and rests it on my rear opening, pressing gently.
“Oh god!” I swing my head back down and bloom around him.
With two fingers sliding over my slick bud, his thickness filling me, and his wet thumb sliding gently into my ass, I’m filled to the brim. He works me into a frenzy until I’m bursting, screaming with pleasure as my climax breaks over me. Thank God no one can hear me. I bury my face into the mattress as I contract around
his hard cock. And he’s still going. It’s going to be one of those nights.
As I’m coming down from my orgasm, but still throbbing, he pulls out of me and flips me over.
I’m a puppet in his masterful hands, ready to give as much as he wants to take. He’s still rock hard and clearly eager for more.
“Did you like that, darling?” He gives me that sultry look that keeps my blood pumping, wondering what he plans to do to me next.
I nod, still breathing heavy.
“Time to clean you up.” He grabs me under my knees and spreads me wide, my black heels going into the air.
The crotch of my panties have worked back over my mound, and he pauses abruptly, considering them. He lets go of my knees and grabs the string on one side of my panties between two hands. Biceps flexing, he pulls sharply and snaps the string in two.
I exhale sharply, my clit swelling.
He does the same thing to the other side, then yanks the panties from underneath me and sends them sailing across the room.
He pushes my knees up and outward again, diving into my folds so he can lap me clean.
“God, Shane.” My voice is so weak and trembly, I don’t know if he even heard me.
He licks and sucks me until I’m angling my hips toward him, climbing toward another orgasm. He runs his firm tongue back and forth across my clit. He’s still holding my knees and I’m aching for his fingers to be inside me. I flush hot and buck my hips, practically begging for him to penetrate me somehow.
He stops suddenly and I whimper, looking down at him. He lifts up slightly and I think he’s going to come up and mount me.
“Get that cock inside me.”
He grins. “Not yet, baby.”
He returns to my mound, working my hard bud. I cry out, grabbing his head and pulling him to me. The heat in my belly rises and soon I’m falling over the edge again, screaming and shuddering. He continues to work me until I’m almost done with the last wave of my climax, but not quite, leaving me both satisfied and hungry for more.
He sits back on his heels. “Are you ready for me?” he asks, fire in his eyes.
Oh yes.
He raises himself and hooks his hand under my left thigh. He raises my leg as he comes forward, bringing his bulging erection over my wet folds. He wraps my knee over his shoulder, hugging my thigh with his arm. He caresses the black garter strap.