Yes, please. Dibs on the kicker.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I choke out on a breathy whisper.
Who am I kidding? What he’s offering is way better than studying, and we both know it. But it’s about more than sex with Chase. Yes, he’s been rock solid as I navigate clinicals and exams and study groups, but he’s also been an endless source of support, laughter, and confidence.
Hell, the man believes in me even when I don’t believe in myself.
I hate that he’s still suffering the consequences of that stupid dare at Sig Chi, but I can’t imagine senior year without Chase at my side. When he gets that brace off and he’s ready to return to campus, I’ll be by his side every step of the way. Because no matter what life throws at us or how challenging the circumstances, we’ve got each other. And if I’ve learned anything these last few months, it’s that staying apart is a hell of a lot harder than being together.
Chase’s hand moves from the small of my back, sliding over my curves until it’s tangled in my hair. He lowers his forehead to mine, and my breath hitches in my throat. “Let’s go to bed, Harper.”
I smile, basking in the warmth of his embrace. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Chase
The bedroom door closes with a soft snick, and Harper turns to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, but she’s never looked more beautiful. A faded Hunger Games t-shirt hangs off one shoulder, her hair loose and tousled around her shoulders. Togas and nursing scrubs are all well and good, but as it turns out, I’m a sucker for these nerd girl tees.
Who knew they could be so sexy?
Not me, that’s for damn sure.
Harper strides toward me, all long legs and confidence. Moonlight spills through the open blinds, slanting across the worn carpet and illuminating her every move. I sink down on the edge of the bed, making myself comfortable on the fluffy purple duvet, and spread my thighs to make space for her.
Christ, she looks good enough to eat.
My cock clearly agrees if the growing tension at the base of my spine is any indication. I’m so fucking hard and the mesh fabric of my athletic shorts is doing nothing to mask my erection.
When Harper reaches the end of the bed, she leans down, pressing a deep, bruising kiss to my lips. Then she fists her hands in the hem of my Wildcats sweatshirt and pulls it over my head in one smooth motion, before discarding it on the floor.
“I’ve missed you,” I say, caressing the smooth skin of her thigh. She’s soft and warm, heat rolling off her body. “Missed this.”
“It’s only been three days.” She flashes me an amused smile, but I don’t miss the way her voice trembles. Or the way her thighs quiver at my touch.
“Feels like three months,” I return, slipping my fingers in the waistband of her underwear and dragging them down slowly.
Harper laughs and threads her fingers in my hair, scraping her nails over my scalp. “That’s because you have the sex drive of a jackrabbit.”
I drop her panties to the floor and grab her ass cheeks, cupping them with my palms. “Are you complaining?”
“Not in the least.” She strips off her t-shirt and tosses it to the floor, all her curves on full display. The woman has the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. They’re full and lush with these dusky nipples that are just begging to be sucked. And if it weren’t for the fact that her pussy was level with my mouth, that’s exactly what I’d do.
But the temptation to taste her is too great, my need for her too strong.
I angle her hips toward me, lean forward, and lick her right up the center.
She gives a delicious moan, tugging my hair as she throws her head back, lips parted with pleasure.
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
I may not be able to play football, but this I can do.
Hell, I live for these moments. When Harper lets her guard down and it’s just the two of us? When we can forget the rest of the world and lose ourselves in one another? There’s nothing like it, and I wouldn’t trade these moments for the world.
Harper spreads her legs a bit wider, giving me a perfect view of her pussy. She’s hot and wet and it’s all I can do not to throw her down on the bed and bury myself between her thighs.
“More, Chase.”
The whispered plea breaks my trance. How long have I been staring at her pussy like an acolyte worshiping at the altar of orgasms and ecstasy?
