Waiting to Fall: Book Two of the Waiting Duet

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by Alyson Reynolds


  “Feels good.” He moaned, and snuggled in tighter. It made me giggle that he was basically using my ass as a pillow.

  “Go back to sleep.”

  “I can’t. There’s one class I can’t skip today.”

  I frowned. What class was so important that you couldn’t miss one day in an education degree? He had also said he had really hard classes this semester, but all of my other friends with an education major weren’t complaining. They actually had easier classes than I did. Something wasn’t adding up. How had it taken me this long to realize it?

  “What class can’t you miss, honey?”

  “Statistics.” He still sounded drowsy.

  “Finn?”

  “Hm?”

  “Why are you taking statistics?” He sat up, turning his body so he was facing away from me. I watched him grab a shirt and tug it over his head as he tried to ignore my question. I grabbed his arm to turn him towards me so I could see his face. “Finn, answer me.”

  I stared at the mulish expression on his face. I didn’t understand. We never kept secrets from each other. He finally glanced at me over his shoulder.

  “Because I’m double majoring in education and business marketing.”

  What the fuck?

  I sat up and crawled next to him. “What? Why didn’t you tell me? God Finn, you’ve been busting your ass since school started and I’ve been dragging you all over campus when you needed to be studying.”

  “You haven’t been dragging me anywhere.” He sighed again. “Olivia is the only one who knows. I haven’t told anyone else and I didn’t even mean to tell her. She grabbed my schedule out of my hands last year and saw my class schedule. I made her swear not to tell anyone.”

  “Why keep it from us? I understand not wanting to tell your dad. I’m well versed in all things parental manipulation, but why keep it from me? I could have helped you, Finn.”

  He put his head in his hands. “The pace of the classes is killing me, not to mention my advisor fucked up my schedule and that’s why everything is so bad this semester. I’m still set to graduate in four years, but I’ve taken seventeen hours every semester. I have to take three summer classes, then fifteen each semester next year. I don’t know if I can keep it up anymore.”

  “I get all that, but why didn’t you tell me?”

  His shoulders slumped. “Because I didn’t want to fail and you to know about it. I didn’t want anyone to know about it.”

  My heart broke for him. He had put all this pressure on himself and wasn’t letting anyone else help him. I pulled his hands from his face and held them in mine.

  “You stubborn ass. I’m amazed at what you’re doing. You aren’t going to fail though. I know you and when you set your mind to something, you get it done.” Something flashed in his eyes, but it was gone instantly. “Now that I know, I’ll help keep you on task.”

  He laughed humorlessly. “You’ve been the only thing keeping me from drowning in homework.”

  “I’ll make sure you have some fun still.”

  He tugged me into his lap. “Exactly what kind of fun?”

  “The naked kind, but right now you have to go to class.”

  He groaned. “Tease. I want you in my bed when I get back from class.”

  I giggled. “Maybe we’ll plan some naked fun to keep your mind off things.”

  “You aren’t playing nice. I’m dying here.”

  He sat me on the bed again and grabbed his bag. His mouth found mine before he stood up, both of us breathless when he finally pulled back. The promise of more was there, now I just needed a plan.

  The ocean air was refreshing after being stuck in classrooms all week. It was a perfect Indian summer day, probably one of the last of the season that would be warm enough for swimming. Olivia texted me earlier, asking if I wanted to join her, Nate and Cora at the beach after classes and I immediately told her hell yes. It would be nice to finally take some time away from studying. So here we were, laying out in the sand and enjoying a carefree afternoon. It was difficult for me to keep my eyes off Cora. She looked amazing in a sexy white bikini and now that I knew exactly what was underneath it, my eyes followed her everywhere she went.

  Cora had brought her roommate Hannah along. I had been so busy this semester that I hadn’t spent much time getting to know her. The girl seemed sweet, but she’d caught me staring at Cora’s ass twice and I was surprised she hadn’t called me out on it yet.

  “Hey Finn, come help me carry the coolers down from the car,” Nate called.

  I looked at him questioningly because we’d done that right after we got here, but he inclined his head so I followed him to the parking lot.

  “What’s up?”

  “Olivia.”

  I sighed. “What does she want now?”

  “Hannah likes you, but she’s too shy to say anything.”

  I rubbed my hand down my face. “What’s your point, Nate?”

  He held up his hands. “I’m just telling you so I can continue to get laid. I don’t care what you do with the information.”

  Gross.

  I did not want to hear about my sister’s sex life.

  “Damn it, I will punch you again, Nathaniel.”

  He grinned. “I’m just being honest. Hannah’s hot, you should go for it.” I scowled. “Don’t start that shit. You know what I mean.”

  “You of all people know I don’t need help picking up women. She’s a part of our group now and it’ll be awkward if we…break up. Plus, she’s not really my type.”

  “Since when? Breathing is typically your type.”

  I shrugged. “Maybe I’m maturing.”

  “I never thought I would see the day. Does this have anything to do with your mystery girl?”

  “Yeah,” I admitted slowly. “She has a lot to do with it actually.”

  Nate clapped his hands down on my shoulders. “I’ll tell Liv to back off. Hopefully between the two of us, we can convince her to quit playing matchmaker.”

  “That would be really fucking awesome.”

  He laughed and we walked back to where the girls were sitting. I sat down in the sand next to Cora and she lowered her sunglasses.

  “Where’s the cooler?”

  “Behind you,” I said smirking.

  She frowned and I tried not to laugh.

  “You guys are idiots. If you wanted to go make out, you could have just said so.”

  I shoved her lightly and she tipped over in the sand.

  “Finn! Stop being a jerk.”

  I pushed her again and she shoved me back. I couldn’t catch myself and ended up with a face full of sand. My eyebrows and stubble were covered as I sat back up. Cora clamped her hands over her mouth and tried to cover up her laughter.

  “You’ve got a two second head start.”

  She flew up from the blanket and took off running. I gave her the two seconds I promised and tore off after her. Cora was quick, I would give her that, but I was determined.

  When I caught up with her, she was able to dodge me twice. The third time, I grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I put her in a fireman’s hold and she giggled and shrieked as I tickled her side. She fought against me as I ran towards the ocean. Her loud squeal made me laugh as she hit the cool water. She stood up looking like the most adorable drowned rat I’d ever seen.

  As she walked by me to go back to our spot, she pushed me. A wave coming in caught me and made me lose my balance. I tugged her down with me. She came up sputtering.

  “Finn!?”

  “Yes, Princess?”

  “You’re a dick.”

  I grinned and she splashed me, causing an all out war. We wrestled around for a few more minutes until she finally gave up. I felt entirely too smug that she was conceding I was the champion. She stood up and this time, I let her. Her body looked amazing and with the water running down her curves, I was a fucking goner. My shorts got a little too tight as she adjusted her bikini bottoms, giving me a nice vi
ew of her ass.

  “You are such a cock tease,” I hissed at her retreating back. She laughed, but didn’t look back. I stayed in the water for a few minutes thinking about the Braves batting lineup.

  ____

  The rain was coming down hard. Another summer storm had rolled in off the ocean and we were getting hammered. I was supposed to be working on a huge assignment, but instead, I was alternating between staring out the window and playing on my phone. For the past ten minutes I had been balling up paper and trying to make baskets from across the room into my trash can.

  I wasn’t surprised when my door opened because the guys came into my room all the time, but I was shocked to see a very soaked Cora standing in front of me.

  “Thank goodness,” she said, relief filling her voice.

  “What happened to you?” I asked as I watched her pull her soaking wet shirt away from her skin.

  “I left my umbrella in my dorm room this morning,” she said, shrugging. “Give me a shirt to change into, please. I’m freezing.”

  Blindly, I grabbed into the top drawer of my dresser. I couldn’t peel my eyes from the outline of her breasts just visible through the white material. Her nipples were pebbled. My mouth watered from the memory of sucking them into the same tight peaks.

  “Hey perv, eyes up here.”

  I smirked and finally met her eyes. “If you don’t want me to look, don’t flaunt it.”

  She pulled her wet shirt over her head, treating me to an eyeful of her amazing tits. Her bra was completely translucent from the rain. Her hands unfastened her bra and my mouth dropped open. As she tugged my shirt in place, I grabbed her soaked one off the floor, laying it over the back of my desk chair. She smiled gratefully and turned to look at the damage to her backpack. I waited until she turned away to adjust myself.

  “So how did you end up in my bedroom during this predicament? Not that I’m complaining.”

  “The frat house is closer than the dorms. I hoped and prayed you were here so I could wait out the storm.”

  She wriggled out of her short denim shorts. I felt my cock stirring to life. My jeans would be really uncomfortable in a few seconds at this rate. I sat down on the bed and leaned back against the headboard, dragging a pillow across my lap. Her eyes followed my movements and she smirked. Seriously, she needed to be stopped. The little minx was baiting me.

  “Cora,” I said in warning.

  “Finn,” she mocked. “Are you scared of little ol’ me?”

  She yanked the pillow from me and straddled my lap. It took everything I had in me not to attack her mouth right then. My fingers itched to dig into that messy bun and let her long blonde hair tumble down her back.

  “Frankly, yes, but I thought we agreed it would only happen the one time.”

  The mischievous look in her eye was making me harder by the second. “We did, but don’t you feel a little robbed that you can’t remember it?”

  Holy fuck.

  “Do you?” I pressed a finger to her clit. She arched against me, pressing her chest harder into mine. I muffled a moan from rising up in my throat.

  “Yeah, I do,” she said huskily.

  Oh god, I was in serious trouble. Seeing her in my shirt was killing me in the best way possible. I felt possessive of her in a way I had no right being, and I wanted to mark her perfect skin to let everyone know that I fucking owned her. Cora was mine and I would do anything I needed to make sure she knew it too.

  Finn leaned back against his headboard with a cocky ass grin on his face. I almost jumped him right that second. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, leaving his muscled chest on full display. I had been there when he’d got the script tattoo on his peck, and I always loved seeing it. The look on his face as the tattoo artist inked his skin was a huge turn on, not that I would ever admit it. Finn without a shirt was always a treat, but today he had on his prepster looking, black frame reading glasses, which he looked sexy as hell in, but he only wore when his contacts were bugging him. The worn denim of his jeans felt soft against my thighs. Every nerve in my body was firing off synapses that made me tingle all over. My skin burned where his fingers lightly touched.

  I was so done for.

  “Finn, I don’t know what I want. The morning after we slept together, why were you were teasing me in the diner? Was that just to get a rise out of me?”

  I adjusted myself on his lap and watched in amusement as he swallowed hard making his Adam’s apple bob in his throat.

  “I don’t know, kind of.” I raised an eyebrow and rocked against him again. He swallowed audibly and his hands gripped my hips tightly. “No. God, I really want to fuck you again, but that’s a horrible idea.”

  His hips arched into mine. I tried to hold back a moan. This was so wrong, and so amazingly right.

  “Why?” I demanded.

  “Because if we do it, I’m afraid that I’m going to want to continue doing it over and over again.”

  Oh my.

  “So if we do this, we do it once just so we can remember it this time.”

  “It was already supposed to be a one-time thing, remember?” He looked at me hard, his fingers digging into my thighs. “Do you want me to fuck you again, Cora? Because I can remember some things from that night, but I would love to know every fucking detail.” His eyes darkened and the husky sound of his voice settled low in my belly. “I want to remember the way we fit together. I want to know how you look when you’re about to come, and I want to know exactly how it feels when I thrust inside you for the first time.”

  “Holy fuck.”

  He nipped my earlobe with his teeth. The soft tickle of his breath on my neck made me shiver against him. “Hearing you moan my name as you came all over my cock is my favorite memory from that night, but the feeling of your fingernails digging into my back is a very close second. I also remember how much you liked it when I do this.”

  A whimper escaped me when he ran his nose up the column of my neck. My fingers dug into his arms as I tried to keep myself from devouring him, or begging him to fuck me. Suddenly he was there, his tongue running along the seam of my mouth. I opened to him eagerly, my fingers tangling in his hair. The feeling of his hardness pressing against me sent my pulse skyrocketing.

  I leaned back and looked at Finn through my lashes. A grin teased the corner of his swollen lips as he stared back at me. Surprise covered his features as I slid off his lap and sank down onto my knees on the floor in front of him. He moved to the edge of his bed and lifted the white cotton t-shirt from my heated body. I wanted his hands touching me, but there were other things I wanted more. He sucked in a breath as I reached for the button of his jeans. I arched an eyebrow when I realized he was going commando. He grinned, then gasped as I placed soft open-mouthed kisses as his tan skin was exposed. I grinned when his abs contracted with each touch of my mouth.

  He groaned my name as my tongue ran across the tip of his exposed cock. His hands gripped my shoulders and the sounds slipping from his lips encouraged me to continue. I tugged his jeans down his muscled thighs, running my fingertips along the inside of his legs lightly as I moved to cup his balls. I took his length into my mouth and his fingers threaded through my hair, pulling it back so he could watch as I worked my mouth around him. When his bright blue eyes met mine, I felt my body heat as I looked up at him.

  “Cora,” he growled.

  I pulled back and nipped at the head of his cock as it slid from my mouth.

  “Yes, Finn?”

  Was that really my voice?

  The rasping sound wasn’t familiar. He kicked off his jeans and pulled me down on his lap so I was facing out into the room. Obviously I wasn’t going to be in control anymore. The thought both thrilled and frightened me. His hand brushed my hair away from my shoulder so he could place kisses along my shoulder blade and neck. Each time his lips pressed against my heated skin I shivered. Slowly, he moved his hand up my stomach to cup my breast. I moaned as he pinched my nipple, squeezed and kneaded, then mo
ved on to the other breast.

  He leaned back on the bed, pulling me down on top of him, my back to his front, and continued letting his hands travel up and down my body. My thighs rubbed together trying to get some kind of relief. Each time he moved down my body, he would brush lightly against my clit over my panties, but never ventured under the satin. I wanted more. The delicious torture was slowly killing me.

  “Princess, I want you begging for my cock.”

  I moaned at his words and one of my hands found his, guiding it below the elastic band. I felt his smirk on my shoulder as he finally circled my clit with his fingers.

  “Is that begging?”

  I bit down on my bottom lip as he started to pull away.

  “Finn, don’t stop.”

  He nipped at my ear. “That’s not begging, Princess.”

  “Please. I need—I want—. Please.”

  I arched into him as he brushed against me. A sharp gasp filled the room as he slid a finger inside me.

  “Much better.”

  I looped an arm over his shoulder and tugged at his hair. I could feel his cocky grin against my neck as he gently pressed kisses against my flushed skin, but I didn’t care. The man had talented fingers and I wanted them on me and inside me. I turned my head to the side. His lips pressed gently to mine. The heated look in his eyes was thrilling.

  “Get on your back,” he commanded, sitting us up.

  I didn’t want to move, I wanted to let his amazing fingers make me come, but I obediently climbed off of his lap. Who would have thought I would let Finn boss me around in the bedroom? He kissed the dimples on my back and smacked my ass as I stood up in front of him. His husky chuckle filled the room as I pretended to glare at him over my shoulder. Really, I just wanted anything he was willing to give me.

  The sound of my giggle surprised me as he tossed me back down on the bed. His grin was enough to have me begging him to take me. He climbed over me, his arms caging me in. I moaned when his mouth clamped down on my nipple, and clenched against the fingers he slid back inside me. He immediately went to the ever elusive g-spot that most men can’t seem to find. Finn definitely didn’t have that problem.

 

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