She laughed. “God, don’t remind me. I keep reminding him that he needs to shelve that and put the past behind him. He’s still living in his glorious football days.”
We both started laughing.
“But you guys are, like, serious?”
I noticed her countenance shift, observed the way her cheeks flushed rosy, how she glanced away and grinned. She didn’t have to say the words for me to hear her loud and clear. She was into Craig, maybe things were even getting serious. I was thrilled for her, happy for both of us that we’d found something that we deserved.
She glanced up at me then, her gaze sobering. “I really like him. I think I… am falling in love with him.”
My heart pounded double-times in my chest for her. “Does he love you back?”
She smiled gently, lovely. “He says he does.” She shrugged. “I can’t lie and say I’m not scared. I’ve never loved anyone before, Grace. I guess time will tell how things play out, but he’s incredibly lovely and even holds the door open for me, pulls out the seats before I sit down.”
“Love is a scary thing.”
She nodded, and we were silent for a time, simply pondering on everything.
I was truly thrilled for her and went out to grasp her hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. “I’m glad he’s good to you. You deserve that.”
She gave my hand a squeeze back. “And I’m glad you’re happy, Gracie. I can’t deny that I’m a little jealous you have our sexy-as-hell professor obsessed with you, that he’s so madly in love with you he gave up his career just so he could keep you.” She chuckled, and I heard the teasing note in her voice.
“And no doubt a lot of girls are jealous of you, Alexis. Who says chivalry is dead when you have a guy like Craig?”
“Touché,” she responded and smiled broadly. “We’re both lucky.”
Yeah, we were.
“I’d say we have a couple of keepers, Gracie.”
Yeah, looked like we really did.
One year later
I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face, and I stretched, the silk sheets flowing along my body. Silk sheets. Not something I’d ever experienced in my life before meeting Seth, but ever since I’d moved in with him six months ago, he’d demanded that we sleep on them, that I deserved no less.
He indulged me, worshiped me. I was his queen, as he liked to say.
I lifted my arms and stretched them above my head, my fingers curling against the wrought-iron bars of the headboard, the feeling of the delicate features brushing across my fingertips. I still had my eyes closed, but it was the feeling of Seth’s hand gliding along my side, over my belly, and between my thighs, that had me opening them and staring at the ceiling.
He forced a gasp from me as his fingers moved against my slit, tickling my entrance before gathering the moisture already created there and moving it to my clit.
I turned my head and stared at him. He was so close now, his body confronting mine, his gaze set straight on me. His dark eyes seemed much darker since his pupils were dilated. The scruff on his face had my fingers yearning to touch it, pull his head down and between my thighs, to check if his five o’clock shadow would be smooth or harsh between my thighs.
“Good morning,” he mumbled out. He slid his finger inside of me, and I let out a faint cry. “Spread wider for me,” he whispered.
I did as he said, neither one of us saying anything. Seth continued to finger me as he peered into my eyes. And then he leaned in and kissed me, sliding his hand even quicker between my legs, his finger pressing in and out of my pussy.
“Seth,” I whispered at the same time I erupted, climaxing so hard my breasts thrust out on their own, my back arching, and a flush stealing over me.
The muscles in my thighs burned for as wide as my legs were spread, and still he worked me over, wringing out the last drop of pleasure he could in me.
When he withdrew his fingers out of me, I forced my eyes open, watched as he elevated his hand, the digits sparkling with my cream. He brought it to his mouth and licked it all clean, never once taking his gaze off me.
He kissed me again, putting his tongue in my lips and making me taste the musky, delicious flavor of my desire. I didn’t know how long we laid there, making out, my body still shaking from the aftereffects of my climax. But I could have stayed there all day.
I felt his erection prod my thigh, and I interrupted the kiss, placing my hand on his chest and gently pushing at him till he was on his back.
I threw the covers off us, glanced down at the gigantic erection he sported, his cock so long and thick that the tip reached his belly button, a drop of pre-cum already on the crown. My lips moistened and my throat clenched.
