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by Kandi Steiner


  “That was so fucking hot,” Kip says, kissing down my neck before flipping me over. He grabs my hips and lifts them to meet his before pushing into me again. He’s even deeper now, my hips elevated as he pounds into me. His eyes cascade over every inch of my body as if he can’t get enough of me, as if he’s never seen anything he’s wanted more. I’ve never felt so needed than from the way he’s looking at me now. He palms my breasts, pushing into me once more before he releases. His eyes roll back and I drag my nails down the muscles flexed in his arms as he comes inside me, our bodies trembling together.

  I reach up and pull him down on top of me, kissing him hard as we come down from the high. Our breaths begin to even out and the weight of the night folds in on us. Kip wraps me tighter in his arms, pulling me into his chest as if he feels it, too. As if he’s trying to protect us from the inevitable reality we have to return to.

  My fingertips slowly run the length of his abs and chest, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. He runs his fingers through my hair and we both think, nervous to say anything out loud.

  “Kip,” I start, but he pulls me in tighter, shaking his head.

  “Not tonight, Skyler. Just… let’s not ruin tonight.”

  I nod, nuzzling into him more. We know that when the sun rises, it’ll shed light on everything the darkness consumed tonight. Silently, we consider what that means.

  We both know what this is and what it isn’t.

  But the question remains – can we live with that, or is it time to change the rules?

  “Wake up,” a voice says. I stir a bit, the soft sound of rain pattering against the window as I stretch. Soft lips touch my shoulder and my eyes flutter open. I smile as Kip kisses up my neck to just behind my ear, my entire body coming alive at the touch.

  “Mornin’,” he says, pulling back and resting on an elbow. The shadows from the rain on the window dance over his skin and I stare in awe, mesmerized by his effortless beauty.

  Suddenly, it hits me.

  Everything that corresponded between us last night flashes through my head and I feel my eyes grow wide. Kip’s eyebrows draw together and he sits up as I pull the sheets higher, covering myself, my eyes darting around the room for my clothes.

  “Don’t do that,” he says softly, shaking his head. “Don’t look at me like you just made a mistake.” I try to make my face change, to relax my breathing, to find the calm that I had last night but I can’t. Kip’s expression looks pained as he rolls to the other side of the bed, his feet hitting the floor. He runs his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Skyler.”

  “No, wait, just.” I lean up, relieved when I realize I’m wearing his shirt and I’m not naked like I thought. Slowly, I crawl over to Kip, tucking my hands under his arms to place them on his chest as I plant small kisses on his back. He stiffens at first, but each kiss unties the knots of tension just a little more. “I’m sorry. I don’t regret last night. I don’t.”

  It’s true, I don’t regret it, but I still know that I should. Erin is one hundred percent into Kip and falling faster than the first time and I had sex with him. Worse than that, it wasn’t a one time thing. I knew it last night, Kip knew it, too – and we both know it right now. Something changed last night. The presidency aside, my relationship with all my sisters is at risk now. I broke girl code.

  And I just wish I was sorry about it.

  I pull away, sighing as I move to sit next to him. “I don’t know what to do,” I admit, glancing over at him.

  He turns to me, worry still laden on his face as if he’s battling with his own guilt. Maybe he does care about Erin? Or maybe there’s something else behind those furrowed brows.

  “If I told you I was an asshole, that I’m going to end up hurting you and this is all going to end just as fucked up as it started, would you hate me? Would you leave?”

  I bite my lip, the bluntness of his words slamming into me like a club. “Am I stupid if I tell you I don’t think it’s possible for me to hate you?” He sighs, as if he knew I’d answer that way and it makes him hate himself even more. I shrug, leaning down to look into his eyes again. “I already tried.”

  His hand finds mine and for a few moments we just sit there, staring ahead and letting the rain pour down outside. Finally, Kip speaks again. “I’m going to call things off with Erin.”

  I nod, feeling a little shitty but mostly relieved. I don’t want him to be with Erin. “We still need to keep this a secret for a while,” I say, gently rubbing his fingers between mine. “I think after a while, Erin and my sisters and just everyone in general will be okay with us being together. But right now, it’s going to be too obvious. Erin would know we hooked up when you were together. She would hate me. Everyone would hate us.”

  “I’m not with her, not the way you’re putting it, anyway. I’m going to make that clear to her, too,” Kip says quickly, turning to face me. “And why does it matter what everyone else thinks?” He’s saying the words like he wants us to be together now, but there’s still something in his eyes that tells me he’s not sure that’s what he wants, either.

  “It’s not that easy, Kip. They’re my sisters and I’m in line to be the president next year. I can’t lead a sorority of girls who don’t trust me.” My eyes fall to the floor. “Plus, Erin is my Big. We’ve had some issues this year but I love her, I don’t want to hurt her.”

  Kip nods, sighing as he reaches out and pulls me into him. “I know, I’m sorry. You’re right. Laying low for a while is a good idea. I’m sure Adam would be pissed, too. You need to figure out what to say to him.”

  I roll my eyes. “Ugh, I don’t know how he hasn’t gotten the clue yet. I’ve barely spoken to him. He texts me every minute of the day, it feels like.”

  At that, a smile curls on Kip’s face. “Is it bad that I kind of look forward to seeing his face when he realizes you’re with me?” I nudge him playfully and he pulls me in tighter, laughing. “Just saying, he thinks you played me to get him back. It’s going to be sweet revenge to prove that assumption incorrect.”

  I roll my eyes again and Kip pulls me back onto the bed quickly, wrapping his arms around me. I laugh and push at his shoulders but give in too easily, not really wanting to get away from him in the first place. His smile fades slowly and his eyes search mine as he moves a strand of fallen hair from my face. There’s a storm brewing in those blue eyes of his, but I can’t figure out if I should be afraid or excited for the rain to pour.

  “Stay with me today,” he says, leaning up on one elbow. I nod in response and he leans down again, pressing his lips to mine. The rain sounds softer now, replaced by the internal buzz I feel when Kip kisses me. I’ve decided he’s one of those kissers who really takes his time. He runs his hands through my hair and moves his lips slowly against mine, his tongue sweeping in at the perfect time to cause my breath to catch. He touches my face, my neck, my lower back. When it’s natural, he catches my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging just enough to make my stomach flip. Kip kisses me like I’m a goddess, like he’s lucky to even be near me, let alone with his lips on mine.

  And with Kip, I feel like a goddess.

  Beautiful.

  Invincible.

  Immortal.

  But the truth is, I’m not a goddess. I can break. I know that, and yet I’m still here, wrapped in the arms of the one who could shatter me into pieces.

  I guess I should start praying now.

  Twenty-four hours. That’s all that stands between me and Spring Break. Just one day and one midterm. After Dr. O’Neal’s test tomorrow, Skyler and I will be free. The cruise leaves Friday and everyone is too focused on packing enough booze for the trip to focus on tests right now. I just can’t wait to have a whole week with Skyler. Although, it would be better if I could just be with her without worrying about being seen.

  It’s only been a few days since I called things off with Erin and I know it’s going to take a while for Skyler to be comfortable with people knowing we’re together
, but I can’t help but hope it’ll be sooner rather than later. We’ve only been sneaking around for a few days but it’s driving me insane. I try not to stare at her too long or laugh too much. When we’re in a room with other people, I have to pretend like she’s just another person in the group, another friend to joke around with when really I know she’s going to be in my bed later. It’s maddening.

  Almost as maddening as the inner battle raging inside me ever since the night of the tournament. My dad has called three times now since Friday night but I haven’t answered. The truth is, I don’t know what to say yet. So much has changed. One minute I’m plotting how to take Skyler down, loving that I’m finding her weaknesses and then the next I’ve got her pressed up against the wall in my apartment with our clothes in a pile on the floor. I knew she still cared about me, but I don’t think I realized just how much I still cared about her. Not until Friday night, anyway.

  Everything in me wants to believe Skyler, to believe she feels the way she says she does. I feel what’s happening between us, but there’s still something she’s hiding. I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s something. How? Because I see the same reservations in her eyes that exist in my own.

  I just don’t know what to think right now. It’s as simple and as complicated as that. Common sense says I should pick up the phone and tell my dad I can’t do what he’s asking of me, but for some reason I can’t. Is it because I’m afraid of his reaction? Is it because I’m a pussy and the thought of student loans and being cut off from my parents scares the shit out of me? Is it because I’m worried I’ll ruin the relationship with my dad only to be burned by Skyler in the end? Fuck! I don’t know. I honestly don’t. But I do know I’m running out of time to figure this shit out.

  “I never thought studying could be so sexy,” I whisper in Skyler’s ear just before plopping into the seat across from her. The Greek Library is always quiet, but midterms cause a small spike in activity. Luckily, Skyler managed to snag a small table near the back, so it’s not too bad back here. She smiles up at me through her lashes, tucking a loose strand of hair from the messy bun on her head behind her ear. I slide the still steaming coffee cup toward her and start pulling my books from my bag. “Try that.”

  She shakes her head, as if she’s certain I’ll be wrong again, but when she sips the liquid, her eyes grow wide in surprise and she smiles. “You figured it out.”

  “I knew it!” I say a little louder than I intended. A group of four girls at the other end of a long bookcase shush me and Skyler giggles. “I knew it,” I repeat, whispering this time. “You don’t even like coffee, do you?”

  “Nope,” she says, scrunching her nose a little. “It’s nasty. And it makes your breath smell.”

  “Which is why I picked hot cocoa this time. I noticed the only time you didn’t give a sour ass face was when it was a super sweet latte. The girl in front of me ordered a hot cocoa and it’s like a light bulb went off.”

  Skyler laughs a little, taking another sip of her cocoa. “Well, it’s about time. I didn’t think you would figure it out.”

  “I know more about you than you think I do, Skyler Thorne.” I throw her a cocky grin, but my face falls a little as I realize just how true that statement is. Frowning, I open my book to the marked page where I left off studying last night and sip my coffee slowly, trying to focus. With Skyler sitting across from me, it’s practically impossible.

  “Erin talked to me last night,” Skyler says, wiggling her pencil between her fingers as she looks back up at me through her lashes. I lean back in my chair and cross my arms over my chest, preparing for the worst.

  “And?”

  She sighs. “I don’t know, she seems okay, honestly. She was talking to me about…” Skyler trails off for a second and I get that feeling that there’s more to the story with Erin than she’s letting on again. “Just, everything. And she’s sad, but I don’t know, she seemed to get it, I guess. She said that it felt different from the first time you two were together, that she felt like you were distracted. She said...” She pauses, biting her lip softly. “She said you didn’t act the way with her that you did with me.”

  I shrug. “Well, that’s because she’s not you. I don’t do or say anything to other girls that I do to you.”

  She smiles, twirling her pencil again. “Well anyway, I think things are going to be okay. She still needs time, but it’s not hitting her as hard as I thought it would. She’s already going out with the girls and distracting herself with other guys.”

  “So does that mean I can stop pretending like I don’t want you?” I ask, licking my lip just to get a rise out of her.

  Skyler balls up a sheet of paper and pegs me in the head with it. “Stop that. She still needs time, Kip. Things are fragile.”

  “Fine,” I say, pouting. She smiles and suddenly I feel her foot slide up the inside hem of my jeans. I lean forward, reaching my hand under the table to slowly massage her calf and she grabs my hand in hers. We’re holding hands under the table in a library.

  I think we’re in third grade.

  As we study, I steal glances at Skyler, and every now and then catch her doing the same. We’re both having a hard time focusing and I can’t help but count down the minutes until I can taste her again. I thought I was addicted to her before? Jesus. I’m at the point of no return, now.

  “So, I’m entering some tournaments on the cruise,” Skyler says, digging in her bag for something. After a few seconds she pulls out a lollipop and quickly unwraps it, popping it in her mouth.

  “Really? I didn’t know they had any.”

  She nods, pulling the sucker from her mouth to speak again. My dick hardens in my jeans at the sound she makes sucking the juice from it. How fucking cliché, getting turned on by a girl licking a lollipop.

  What can I say? I’m just a guy.

  “Yeah. Every day, actually. Apparently there are going to be a few pros on this ship. It’s some sort of fundraiser thing. Anyway, there’s a women only tournament on Saturday and then a higher stakes one on Sunday that I think I’m going to do. If I win them both, I’d have enough to pay the entry fee in Vegas.”

  “That’s awesome. Well, I’ll be there to help prep you and stuff. I did get some video on my phone of the tournament Friday, if you want to review how not to get your ass kicked.”

  Skyler rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair. I wait for her to smart off, but instead she moves the sucker to her mouth again, her lips puckering over the edges of the shiny red ball. With her eyes locked on mine, she slowly swirls her tongue around the edges before sticking it all the way in her mouth again.

  “You’re killing me, Sky,” I groan, adjusting myself in my jeans.

  She smirks, shrugging. “What? I’m not doing anything.”

  She knows exactly what she’s doing. Her confidence is sexy as fuck and I’m more than eager to give her what she’s asking for.

  Looking around, I grab her hand and quickly pull her up from the table, dragging her behind me as I search down a few rows of bookcases. Before she has the chance to argue, I find an empty row and push her against the shelf, slamming my mouth onto hers, my lips greedy.

  “I kind of like sneaking around, you know?” She hums at my words as I whisper against her lips, the lollipop falling from her fingers and hitting the floor. “The chance of getting caught.” I kiss her neck. “The way you look at me across the room.” I nibble at her ear, causing a soft moan. “The noises you make when you know you can’t fully scream.”

  “You’re such a tease,” she breathes, running her fingers through my hair and tugging me closer.

  “Oh, I fully intend to follow through,” I growl, my lips finding hers again. I take my time, letting my tongue taste her mouth, her lips, the skin of her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. Her fingers grab desperately at the hem of my shirt and she tugs it up and over my head, letting it fall to the floor. Another groan escapes my throat as she drags her nails down my back, ma
king my cock throb in anticipation.

  She’s wearing yoga pants and I say a silent prayer of thanks to whatever god is listening as I easily slide my hand beneath the waistband. Her breath catches in her throat as my fingers find her clit and begin to circle slowly, my kisses harder now. Skyler pants in my ear as I bite down her neck, my fingers working steadily. She’s so wet I can feel it when my fingers dip a little low and my dick is practically begging to be inside her. I grab her left leg and hike it up with my inner elbow, allowing my hand better access. As I dip two fingers inside her, Skyler’s head falls back against the books and she lets out a soft moan. Quickly, she bites her lip, her face flushing as she tries to stay quiet.

  “Hey!” A loud voice catches us both off guard and Skyler jumps, knocking a few books off the shelf as I drop her leg to the floor and remove my hand. My fingers instantly ache for her again, but they’re going to have to wait because one of the librarians is currently stomping toward us with a vengeance. “What are you two doing back here?!”

  “Oh shit,” I laugh and quickly grab my shirt before finding Skyler’s hand and pulling her with me. I weave us in and out of the shelves, trying to lose the librarian as Skyler fights not to laugh. Suddenly, I’m pulled backward into a small study room and Skyler shuts the door quickly, turning off the light. We keep our backs pressed to the door, listening for movement outside and stifling our laughter. After a few minutes, I pull my shirt back on and push Skyler against the door, kissing her hard.

 

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