by Nicole Dykes
I nod in agreement.
Then he continues thoughtfully, “But I think it’s what we both need.”
I nod, that’s for sure.
Chapter 16
Luke
Sunday, after a long workout, I hurry back to my dorm, and hell if there isn’t a spring in my step and smile on my face. Of course, the smile has been there since I woke up this morning with the memory of giving Hannah her first orgasm. Now the plan is to give her more, and I’m going to seriously step up my game, more so than I have for any other girl I’ve been with.
After cleaning up the place, I shower and dress in a pair of basketball shorts. Then I grab a bottle of water and settle on the couch to wait and wait. I can’t think of one fucking time since I started having sex that I’ve been this anxious, and right about now I wish we had beer in our refrigerator, just a little liquid courage to calm me down.
At three thirty, there’s a knock on my door. Since Hannah hasn’t texted me to let me know she’s here yet, I’m thinking of kicking whosever’s ass is on the other side, especially if it’s Cameron. I pull it open rather roughly and answer, “What?”
“Uh, hi?”
My gaze drops to Hannah’s surprised face, “How did you get in here? You were supposed to text me when you got here.”
“I can go back out and follow the plan, I guess,” she says with a laugh.
I grab her hand and pull her in, “Get in here, smartass.”
Her free hand grabs for the skin on my waist to balance herself. Once inside and with the door closed, I lean down and kiss her. I wanted to do this yesterday at the library, but I know we aren’t there yet or if we’ll ever be.
I release her hand and slip it behind her neck to deepen the kiss, and her mouth goes wild underneath mine. The feel of her tongue dueling for domination with mine causes my cock to stand at full attention. Thinking about her all day already had me half hard. Now it’s safe to say I’m achingly aroused.
She pushes her small body flush to mine, and the feel of my hard dick against her belly has me pushing her back up against the door and lifting her by the ass with one hand. She immediately clues in and wraps her legs around my waist and grinds her center on me. This isn’t quite what I planned for when she showed up. I was hoping for a little more finesse and at least making it to my room.
I don’t want this first time to be against the door of my dorm room, so I pull back and carry her, still clinging and kissing, so I can get her to my bed. The way she’s moaning and grinding on me lets me know this is going to be hard and fast, which is fine because I plan on making sure there are plenty of times to go nice and slow.
Once I have her on my bed, our hands are pulling and tugging at buttons, zippers, and waistbands so we can get to skin. No sounds other than heavy breathing and moaning fill the air. Once we’re skin to skin, I take just a second to grab a condom and put it on before making a place between her trembling thighs. She’s aroused and wet enough that when I push in, there’s no resistance. Finally, after three years, I’m inside Hannah again.
Like coming full circle.
After I’m buried to the hilt inside her tight warmth, I stop and she opens her eyes and locks gazes with me. Now that the frenzy to get to this place has passed, I want to slow down and savor the moment of just being wrapped up in her.
“Lucas, please,” she pleads. She tries to move her hips, but mine are holding hers down making her movement limited.
“Easy, sweetheart. Let me make this good for you. Like it should have been the first time.” I pull back just slightly and start a rhythm of slow, shallow thrusts. She latches on to my back and absorbs each move I make.
When it becomes too hard to hold back for either of us, holds become tighter, kisses hungrier, and the need to come more urgent. Finally, I reach between our bodies to speed things along when I feel my own release too close. I strum her clit, causing her pussy to tighten around my cock. The sensation is too much. “Come, Hannah. Now.”
I bite into the side of her neck for the little extra stimulation to send her over the edge, and it works like a charm. She calls my name over and over as her sex grips around me in spasms causing me to see stars for the first time in my sexual experience. A couple of more thrusts, and I follow her, shouting her name right before my vision goes black.
Hands down, the best sex of my life.
Holy shit.
When coherent thoughts return, I finally get up to take care of the condom before lying back down beside the beautiful girl that I thought I would never see again three years ago. Now, here I am holding Hannah’s small hand in mine, wrapped up with her in my bed in my dorm room. How we got to this point I have no idea, but I know I don’t want it to stop.
“So what about screwing other people?”
My blunt statement noticeably jolts Hannah, “I…uh…”
“I don’t think we should.”
Her face is even more surprised now, “You don’t?”
I continue to fiddle with the fingers on her right hand, “Nah, this is enough for me, why fuck anyone else? Besides the thought of anyone touching you makes me lose my mind.”
She grins, “Okay, that’s blunt. You really don’t play games do you?”
“Hell no, who has time for games.”
She nods and I see her smiling gaze move to our entangled hands, “Okay, so no being with other people.”
I laugh and can’t help but state the obvious, “Not that I’m an expert, but this is the closest thing to a real relationship I’ve ever been in. And I know we aren’t putting labels on us. But, well, monogamy with a girl I’m actually friends with and respect. Fuck, this is all new to me.”
Her face forms into a cross between happiness and sadness when she says, “I suppose, but unlike most relationships, we are going into it knowing that it has an end.”
“Says who?”
She smiles and tilts her head up so she is looking directly in my eyes, although she keeps it light, “Says your past relationships.” Ouch. “And my father and Rachel…”
I interject, “You have to stop counting Rachel in all of this. Your father, fine. He’s your dad, but Rachel isn’t your mother. She’s supposed to be your friend. And as for me, I’m the first to admit I’ve never wanted a serious relationship, but people change, Hannah. Otherwise, Dylan wouldn’t be in love and getting married. If you think I’m a relationship phobic, you should have seen Dylan.”
“I know, but it’s complicated. I just…Luke, I can’t let my father down. For some reason, even I don’t understand.”
“No, believe me, I get that more than anyone. I’m here so I don’t disappoint my father, and he’s dead; but someday Hannah we are going to both live for ourselves. My someday is as soon as I graduate from here and do what I want to do. How far are you going to go to make your dad happy, Hannah? Are you going to marry some uptight prick like him? I know you aren’t that much of a coward that you can’t stand up for what you want even if it means disappointing him. You can’t let him dictate to you forever.”
She looks so sad after my rant, but goddammit how can she throw away her life and happiness for her dad. “That sounds nice. At least, you enjoy football.”
“You’re right, I do love football. I love playing football. It’s in my blood. But I’m tired of all this, playing for the college and for the fans. I want to…….”
“Luke, where the hell are you, man? You better not be in a drunken coma, and you better have not fucked anyone in my bed.”
Hannah giggles and Hunter stands in my doorway, staring at the sight of me Hannah and me in my bed and then cracks up, “Well, hello again, Hannah.”
She smiles politely, she doesn’t look upset that someone else knows about us, “Hi, Hunter. Did you have fun in Oklahoma?”
A huge grin spreads across his face, “You bet. Looks like you two had fun this weekend too.” He turns to me, “Hell yes, Cam owes me fifty bucks. I’ll see you two later. Better go collect.”
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nbsp; I laugh and shout after him as he heads out of the doorway, “You fuckers bet on me?”
I hear his laughing as he says, “Of course.” And then the door closes.
Next to me Hannah is giggling, and I have to ask, “So you’re cool with other people knowing about us?”
She nods, “Of course, I’m not ashamed of you, Lucas. The only people that can’t know are my father, and Rachel, because she’s the quickest way back to my father, and Nick. Who I’m sure is the hardest to keep the secret from. I know you guys are friends, but he knows Rachel.”
I scratch the stubble on my chin, I don’t like the idea of keeping secrets from Nick. He and I have been pretty good friends since high school, and although we have drifted apart a little since we got here, since he’s so focused on school and I’m just focused on getting the hell out of here, I hate lying to him. But this is for Hannah. “Okay, as long as he doesn’t directly ask me flat out, I shouldn’t have a problem keeping our secret.”
She nods like she understands.
I’m just thrilled I don’t have to keep this a secret. “I have to say I’m pretty relieved we don’t have to keep it a total secret.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because Dylan and Brooke had to hide their relationship for a while, and it was hell on them.”
She nods, “They didn’t tell anyone they were together?”
“Nope, they had to keep it from us kids, Brooke’s co-workers and boss, and even her best friend. And Dylan had to hide it from Jax, his business partner.”
“I’ve known Rachel for a few years, but I wouldn't exactly say she’s my best friend.” She grins at me, “That position was taken years ago.”
I grin, “You’re damn right. I intend to keep that position for the rest of my life.”
She leans in and kisses me. She tastes so fucking sweet I never want her to pull away, but I know she has to get back. “You sure you’re okay keeping a secret from Rachel?”
She nods and looks a little guilty, “To be honest, it’s not that difficult to lie to her.”
I shake my head, I want to know more about this fucked-up friendship with Rachel, but now is not the time. “Okay, I think we can handle this.”
She smiles and starts to dress, “I think so too. And I’m glad Hunter knows because I plan to be over here as much as I can.”
Yes.
“Good. With spring practices starting and you already being busy all of the fucking time, we are really going to have to work to find time together, but I’m willing if you are.”
She’s fully clothed now, and I slide on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “I am. I guess I can tell Rachel I’ve received more hours at the library and more study time. I mean you and I are study buddies after all.”
I laugh, “Sounds good.”
I walk her downstairs, “Well I guess I’ll see you in Econ tomorrow?”
“Oh, so you are going to sit with me now?”
“Yep, you’re stuck with me.”
She laughs, gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and then walks off to her dorm.
I head back upstairs and walk into Cam’s room, the door is open, and Cam and Hunter are sitting on the couch laughing. Cam looks up first, “Ah speaking of the fucking devil, so there was absolutely nothing fucking sexual between you two, huh?”
I walk in and sit down in the flimsy ass chair next to the couch, “Shut up.”
They both laugh, Hunter turns to me, “So, is this just a onetime thing or what?”
“No, it’s gonna happen again and again. It was the best sex of my life. Why the hell would I give that up?”
“Because you guys are friends that have just reconnected, and you seem to really care about her.”
I look at Hunter, “Yeah I do. A lot actually. But I never dreamed in a million fucking years that if we ever saw each other again that we would end up sleeping together.”
He shrugs, “Look if you are happy, I’m happy. I’m just hoping you both have really thought about it.”
“I have. We aren’t labeling it right now, and she seems to think we have an expiration date, but for now we’re cool. We agreed to be friends no matter what.”
Cam laughs, “Oh hell, those are the famous last words of every “friends with benefits” arrangement. Then everything goes to shit. Dude, I hate to tell your dumb ass, but when this ends, it ends you two for good.” Then he punches me in the biceps, “But I got your back, man. I think this experience will be good for you. And who the fuck knows, maybe you two will end up like Choir Boy and his Choir Girl.”
I knew I was going to catch shit from my friends, but they both seem to be on board for the most part. I change the subject and turn to Hunter, “Speaking of Choir Boy, how was your trip, asshole?”
Cam joins in, “Yeah, please tell us she was having trouble walking when you left.”
Good ole’ Choir Boy, actually blushes, yes blushes and then laughs, “We all know I’m not giving any details, but yeah it was a great fucking weekend.”
We all laugh and bullshit for a couple of hours before Hunter and I go back to our room to crash. Spring practices, game film, and eyes on the football team will start tomorrow. But knowing in between all the bullshit structure, I’ll spend time with Hannah makes all of that seem a little more tolerable. Though I can’t deny Cameron’s words don’t worry me just a little, when this ends I could lose her forever.
Or we could end up like Mom and Dad, Dylan and Brooke, Hunter and Miranda……
Chapter 17
Luke
I leave my English class and hurry across campus to meet Hannah at my dorm before having to head to football practice. It’s been a week since we started hooking up and spring football practice has started. The increased practices, increased working out, and sex every chance I get has left my body sore, but the good kind of sore that I can’t get enough of.
I’m halfway to my dorm when I hear my phone ring in my pocket, and I look and Dylan’s name on the caller ID.
“Hello?”
“Hey, how’s it going?”
I cautiously say, “Good, what’s up?”
Dylan doesn’t call that much because he’s usually busy. Brooke is the one who keeps in touch more than he does. For him to be calling me worries me, and I’m hoping my dumbass sister hasn’t done something stupid, like run off with Brent.
“Relax, nothing bad. Just wanted to let you know that Jax and I are going to Wamego on Friday to look at a car, and we thought we would swing by and see you.”
“Just you two?”
He laughs, “What the fuck? We aren’t enough?”
I laugh, “I guess, I have practice ‘til six Friday, but after that, I’m free ‘til eleven. Then I have to be back for curfew.”
I hear him chuckle, and I’m sure it’s hilarious to him that I have a curfew considering he and Brooke spent so much time getting me to abide by a curfew my senior year. “No problem, bro we’ll have you back in time. Figured we can go get something to eat and hang out for a bit.”
“Cool. Maybe I’ll ask Hannah to come.”
“I guess everything worked out and you two are friends again?”
“Yeah, we’re friends. Okay, we’ll see ya then.”
We hang up, and I’m actually happy they will be here in a few days. The whole family came to Manhattan my first semester for home games, and Dylan always brought either Jax or Brooke to our away games. They haven’t been here since this semester started, and it’ll be good to see them.
I walk up the stairs to my room and see the door is ajar. Fucking Hunter. The boy grew up in a small town and never wants to keep the door locked. The dorms may have good security at the main entrance, but I still like the door to our suite to be locked when we aren’t there. Now, I’m wondering who the hell is in our room because I know Hunter has another class.
I walk into the living room and put my bag down on the couch and then I hear my bed creak. I smile.
Hello, Hannah.
Please, please be naked.
I open the door to my room, “Hey, sweetheart. Glad you’re early.”
What the fuck?
I walk further into my room shocked as hell to see a naked girl lying on my bed, and it’s not Hannah. She makes no move to cover herself up. Honestly, she has a slammin’ body, and if I didn’t have Hannah, I would probably be accepting all that she’s offering. But all I can think is I need to get her the fuck out of here before Hannah gets here.
“Who the hell are you?”
She’s lying on her side with her head propped on her hand, she purrs, “All yours for the afternoon.”
We’ve never met. I have no idea who the fuck she is.
“I don’t think you’re in the right place because I have no idea who the hell you are,” I tell her.
“Of course, I’m in Luke Monroe’s room. I’m Lila and really that’s all we need to know about each other.”
This chick has to be kidding. “Is this some kind of prank?”
She looks slightly irritated, “No, I just know you have girls throwing themselves at you all of the time, and I wanted to do something to really stick out.”
She sticks out that’s for damn sure.
“Look, you need to get dressed and get out of here. How did you even get in here in the first place?”
She pouts, “My friend plays for the volleyball team so she lives in this dorm. She pointed out your room and the door was unlocked. My friends dared me, and I took the opportunity.”
“You don’t even know me. I could be a fucking psycho, and you are just lying here naked in my bed.”
Part of me wonders what I would have done if this were a couple of weeks ago. Doesn’t take long to answer that question, despite how desperately easy she is, I would have taken her up on the offer with no questions asked. But right now Hannah is on her way up, and I don’t want anything to mess up what we have going.
“I know you aren’t going to hurt me. Come on handsome, give me a good story to tell my friends.”
Okay, she’s the psycho, and she needs to get gone. I grab her clothes off the floor and approach my bed to hand them to her. Then she hops up on her knees and moves closer to me so she can grab the belt loops on my jeans. “You need to leave, now.”