Greek: A New Adult College Romance (Palm South University Book 7)

by Kandi Steiner

  “Sadist,” I tease.

  She groans, closing her screen and throwing her phone onto the table face down. “I know, I know. I can’t stop.”

  “I don’t think swiping between pictures is going to make the answer come to you.”

  “No, probably not. But they are nice to look at.”

  I offer a sympathetic smile. “How are you feeling? After getting away and clearing your head a bit.”

  Jess is silent for a long pause. “Sick. Absolutely sick.”

  “Because you still don’t know?”

  “Because I think I do know, and somehow that makes it even worse.”

  I frown. “How so?”

  Jess’s maple eyes meet mine. “I have to hurt one of them, Skyler. I’ve already hurt them both.” She shakes her head. “I don’t deserve either of them after the way I’ve played them back and forth under the guise of needing time, needing space, needing… whatever. The truth is I fucked Kade and then fucked his brother two weeks later.” Her eyes water. “I’m the most awful human to ever walk the face of the Earth.”

  “You love them,” I say, sitting up. “And they both knew what they were getting into. If either of them was against it, really against it, they would have told you to kick rocks already.”

  “That’s what I deserve.”

  “Well, love makes us do some crazy shit,” I say with a laugh. “I mean, come on — this group is nothing if not proof of that.”

  Jess nods. “They really love me. And I really do love them.” She swallows. “But like Cassie said — I can’t have them both.”

  “No, you can’t.”

  There’s a knock at our suite door, and Cassie pops up, already jogging inside. “Room service is here!”

  Jess closes her eyes and sinks down into her lounge even more, ignoring the call for food. “It’s going to hurt him so bad. It’s going to kill me.”

  “It’s going to hurt who so bad?” I ask.

  Jess sighs, opening her mouth to answer me, but then her eyes go wide as basketballs at something behind me.

  I whip around, scared there’s a bug or a monster or a fucking tsunami.

  Instead, I find Kip.

  My jaw drops as he walks onto the balcony with Cassie trailing behind him, her face just as shocked as mine. He looks like absolute shit — wearing what I can only assume is the tux he wore to the premier the night before, a five o’clock shadow on his jaw, his eyes red and puffy.

  In his hand is a bouquet of flowers.

  “What are you doing here?” I breathe.

  Kip’s eyes search mine, a thick swallow bobbing his Adam’s apple before he shrugs. “I came to fight and win my girl back.”

  Jess rolls her lips together and smacks my arm as Cassie, Ashlei, and Erin all do a miserable job of hiding their collective sighs at his declaration.

  “Actually,” he clarifies. “I came to grovel, and plead, and put all my chips on the table, to pray like hell my measly pair of deuces is enough.” He takes a confident step toward me. “Pray that I am enough.”

  My heart squeezes in my chest, tears pricking my eyes.

  “I am sick without you, Skyler. I could say my entire world has been flipped upside down, but the truth is that you are my world. The show, school, whatever future career I might have — none of it matters without you.” He swallows. “You are my dream. And without you, life is just… sleep deprivation. Punishment. Unrelenting torture.”

  “Kip…”

  “I am so sorry for hurting you, for not listening to you, for having my head so far up my ass I couldn’t see my mistakes. Please,” he begs, his own eyes watering, nose flaring. “Please forgive me. Please tell me you’ll give me another chance. I swear I won’t waste it. I swear, if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know you are my everything.”

  “If you don’t kiss him, I will!” Jess says, shoving me until I have no choice but to either tumble out of the daybed onto my face or stand. I choose the latter, and Kip smirks at Jess before his eyes are on mine again.

  Sincere and more apologetic than I’ve ever seen.

  And I hate myself for putting him through this, for making him so sick he thought he could ever truly lose me.

  As if I haven’t been his since the moment I laid eyes on his stupid glasses and his stupid perfect smile.

  I inhale, exhale, and slowly make my way over to where he stands.

  But I don’t say a word.

  I just nod.

  In the next breath, I’m swept into his arms, and then I’m spinning, my hair flying behind me as the girls laugh and cheer. I don’t have the chance to laugh, though — because Kip captures my mouth with his, holding me to him in a beautiful, long-overdue kiss.

  “I will never hurt you again,” he swears against my lips. “I’m so sorry, Skyler. I’m so fucking sorry.”

  “I’m sorry, too,” I breathe into him.

  “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

  “Sure, I do. I put you through more torture than you deserve. I didn’t accept your apology.”

  “Well, I didn’t apologize correctly. I was blinded… I couldn’t see your point of view, and I’m sorry for that.”

  “Okay, okay,” Jess says, making a gagging notion with her finger, tongue sticking out. “He’s sorry, you’re sorry, we all get it. Now, can you two get out of here and go fuck already?”

  I cover my laugh by burying my face in Kip’s chest, peeking up at him. “I… I love you, and I’m so happy you came all this way but… I’m here with the girls. It’s Ashlei’s bachelorette.”

  “I know, I know, and I don’t want to take you from them. I just had to see you.” He sweeps my hair from my face, and I lean into his palm as he says, “I had to know you were okay. That we were okay.”

  “We are,” I promise.

  “Skyler, I swear to God, if you don’t have that man naked in the next ten minutes,” Jess warns.

  I spin in Kip’s arms, throwing my hands up. “But we’re going out!”

  “We are going out,” Ashlei corrects, pointing to the four of them and purposefully leaving me out. “You are getting railed.” She pauses. “Sorry, Kip.”

  He throws his hands up with a smile.

  “If you still have energy after, come join us,” Erin says.

  I bite my lip, looking at all of them. “Are you sure? I don’t—”

  “GO!” they all yell in unison.

  And then I’m swept up again and carried out of the suite.

  My feet don’t hit the ground again until I’m halfway across the resort in Kip’s room. It’s much smaller than the penthouse suite Brandon booked us, but I couldn’t care less as I immediately slip my hands under Kip’s suit jacket and shove the fabric back over his wide shoulders.

  “Help,” I pant against his lips, trying unsuccessfully again to strip him.

  Kip chuckles, shrugging out of his jacket and unfastening his tie. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk for a while? We haven’t—”

  “Later.”

  I don’t wait for him to unbutton his dress shirt. Instead, I grab at the collar with both hands and then rip them in opposite directions, sending the first two buttons skittering to the floor. Kip roars a laugh at that, and then helps me rip it the rest of the way because two buttons was all I got with all my might.

  I laugh then, too, before Kip steals my breath with a passionate, demanding kiss — one that has me pressing up on my toes for more as he tugs at the string of my bikini top. It falls loose, dangling from the string wrapped around my neck, and Kip palms my breasts with a groan that makes me ache and clench and tingle.

  “Fuck, it’s been so long…” he husks, pressing his forehead to mine and looking down to appreciate the view of what his hands are doing to me.

  I capture his mouth again just as my fingers start fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants, and in-between bruising kisses and lip biting, I manage to undo them, yanking as hard as I can to get them down over hi
s ass.

  Kip shoves them the rest of the way down, hopping a little as he frees one leg and then the other. I’m in his arms in the next instant, and then I’m falling into the lush comforter, pillows making a soft whoosh when I collapse into them.

  It’s a glorious sight to behold, Kip watching me from the foot of the bed as he slowly strips his boxer briefs down. His length springs free of them, making me bite my lip, and when he palms that impressive cock with his heated gaze on me, I spread my knees, leaning up on one elbow as I slowly slide my other hand down my exposed breast, my navel, and dive beneath the small triangle fabric of my bikini bottoms.

  “Have you touched yourself thinking about me?” Kip asks, his eyes on where my fingers move under the swimsuit.

  “Only every night.”

  He closes his eyes on a hot breath, stroking himself as his cock twitches at my words. “Me too. I’ve come so many nights thinking about you, about how fucking tight you are, how perfectly you fit around me.”

  “Why don’t you remind me what that feels like?”

  “Soon,” he promises, and then he’s prowling onto the bed, climbing between my legs.

  His shoulder hits the bottom of one of my legs and then the other, until my knees are spread even farther, and he nips my fingers through the fabric of my bottoms.

  “My turn,” he says, and I remove my fingers just in time for him to pull at the string over my left hip, then the one over my right, the fabric falling away like silk and leaving my bare pussy right in his face.

  Kip growls, carefully trailing his middle finger from my clit down through my slick lips as I tremble and quake.

  “Perfect,” he mutters, shaking his head and sliding his finger up again. He circles my clit in a swift motion that makes my legs convulse, and then that finger slides down again, entering me with a shock between pleasure and the pain that comes with having been empty for so long. I arch into the touch, and Kip smirks, kissing my inner thigh. “So goddamn perfect.”

  That featherlight kiss on my thigh turns into a tongue gliding along the seam where my leg meets my pelvis, and then he’s sucking and biting and teasing his way to where I want him most, his finger slowly moving inside me and making me writhe.

  It’s like a dream and the most alert awakening of my life all at once. My head is fuzzy, focus distant, as if I’m both experiencing and watching it happen from above. At the same time, every nerve in my body is sensitive and buzzing, coming alive at the faintest touch from this man.

  This man whom I’ve missed.

  This man who traveled halfway across the world to get me back.

  This man whom I love.

  This man I can’t live without.

  Kip’s mouth finally descends on my clit as he slips another finger inside me, and I cry out at the warmth, the pressure, the all-encompassing feeling of being connected again. When he groans and sweeps his tongue long, hot, and flat over my sensitive nerves, I buck into the touch, twisting my fists in the sheets and grinding my hips.

  He knows just how to lick me, how to tease me, how to move his fingers inside me along with the rhythm of his tongue. He knows to move slow at first, exaggerating the movements, and then to pick up speed as my breath hitches, my hips moving of their own accord as I reach for my climax.

  And he knows just where to press a third finger at the sensitive opening below where his other two are now, giving me a shock of forbidden pleasure. He glances up at me, his tongue still sweeping, eyes asking me for permission.

  “Yes,” I breathe, pleading, and he slicks his finger through my desire before gently, slowly, inching it inside my ass.

  I cry out, seeing stars, and then he’s sucking on my clit and moving his fingers inside me in a slow, hypnotizing rhythm that pushes me closer and closer to my release with every pump. The finger inside my ass is just barely in there, barely moving, but it’s pushing all the sensitive, bundled-up nerves in just the right way.

  And with his name barreling off my lips, I fly apart.

  I know if anyone is in the rooms around us, they hear every moan as I find my release, tearing at the sheets with my nails and arching my back and riding out every blissful wave. Kip smirks against my clit before blowing a gentle shhhh on it that only makes me convulse harder.

  I come for longer than possible — at least that’s how it feels — and when I’m done, everything falls lax, my legs opening wide, arms flopping out, sweat-sheened skin sticking to the cool sheets.

  Kip kisses my clit gently, but it still makes all my limbs shutter, and he slowly makes his way up to capture my mouth with his.

  “That was fucking hot,” he says, smirking.

  “Your turn,” is my only response before I’m flipping us over, pinning him to the sheets as I make my way down his body, kiss by kiss, on shaky, sated limbs.

  “Wait,” he says, halting me before I can reach the promise land.

  I look up at him with a pout that makes him chuckle, but he pulls me back up until I’m straddling him, and he kisses me long and hard.

  “I want these lips around my cock,” he says, biting my bottom one to emphasize. “But not before I fill that beautiful pussy I just had the pleasure of tasting.”

  I moan when he kisses me hard again, our teeth clashing, but I don’t have time to tell him how much I love his dirty talk before my hips are lifted, and he’s situated at my entrance, and then he grabs my ass and guides me down over him, flexing his hips as I swallow him whole.

  We both cry out at the sensation, at him stretching me and filling me so fast it steals both our breaths. I sit there for a long moment, him completely inside me, our breaths heavy and hot between us as we soak in the way it feels.

  And then he spanks my ass, lifts me, and slams into me again.

  A long curse leaves his lips, and he arches back, eyes squeezing closed as I press my hands into his chest and take control. I ride him slow at first, letting him hit deep and feel every inch of me opening for him. But after every thrust, I pick up the pace just a little, just enough to have him biting his lip and groaning and peeling his heavy eyelids open to watch my breasts swell above him or to look down at where his cock disappears inside me.

  I know without him telling me that he’s not going to last long — not after months of being apart, after just spending so much time going down on me, after being inside me again with my tits bouncing in his face.

  I ride him a little faster, moving my hips just like I know he loves, tucking my pelvis anytime I sit fully down so I can take him as much inside me as possible. And when he groans loud and heavy, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave a mark, I know he’s close enough.

  I hop off him without warning, which makes his eyes shoot open wide, a desperate no almost flowing off his lips.

  But before he can say it, I flip around, putting my pussy in his face again as I take his cock deep in my throat.

  “Oh fuck, Sky,” he curses, and I bob my head up and down, taking advantage of the angle that lets his cock curve into my throat just right.

  I hold myself steady with one hand and slide the other down over his balls, rubbing them in time with my mouth. Then, I press my index finger just between his ball and his ass, finding that sensitive spot and massaging it as I deep throat him again.

  And that does it.

  With a curse, Kip holds my head down and spills into my throat, his body pulsing and trembling under me as he releases. I swallow every last drop, soaking in the way it feels to make this man fall apart from my touch alone.

  Kip shutters when he’s fully spent, and then just like I did, he falls lax, his breaths tickling my pussy as he comes down. I swirl my tongue around him one last time before I release, and then I carefully crawl off of him, sitting on one hip and looking back at him with a grin before wiping the corners of my mouth with my thumb.

  He shakes his head. “You wicked little girl,” he growls.

  And then he pulls me back up the bed, his mouth finding mine, and we slip ea
sily into round two.

  We finally hit a point where we need water, and food, and rest.

  Kip orders us far too much from room service, and when it arrives, we have a buffet in bed.

  And I beg him to play the web series for me.

  It’s surreal, seeing our story brought to life on the screen, and past the gut reaction the first time Natalia’s face shows, I don’t even feel animosity toward her. It’s like I slip in so easily that I feel like it’s me, not her, and it’s Kip, not the actor playing him. It’s our story.

  She’ll never be able to taint that.

  We’re on episode three, me sucking on a chocolate milkshake while Kip draws lazy circles on my hip between pressing gentle kisses there, when my phone buzzes loud on the bedside table.

  My breath hitches in my chest at the simple text on the screen.

  S.O.S. Get down here. Now!

  Jess.

  I SLAM BACK ANOTHER shot of tequila.

  I’ve lost count which one I’m on.

  All I know is that I don’t even need the salt or the lime anymore. It doesn’t burn, it doesn’t sting, it just makes me let out a victorious cheer and slam my hand on the bar, ready for another.

  “Ooohkay,” Ashlei says, peeling me away before I have the chance to get the bartender’s attention. The girls I just took the shot with are high-fiving me as Ashlei steals me from them — they’re a bachelorette party, too, from New York. “Maybe we hold off on another shot for a while.”

  “But I want another one,” I pout.

  “I know you do, but let’s give that one time to set in first, mmkay?”

  I wave her off, shrugging free of her grasp before I blow a breath through flat lips. “Fine. But then I’m going to dance.”

  “Dancing we can do,” Ashlei says, and she leads me down into the pool, the water warm and pleasant as we join the other dancing bodies right in front of the DJ booth.

  The music is loud and energetic, bass thumping through me as the lights sway above us and reflect off the water, too. I throw my hands up and move my hips, enjoying the buzz.