“Aneurysms?” Cam asked, pulling the door open for me.
“Yeah, my mom had two. In the spring, she lost her memory for a bit, so I thought it’d be good to understand it.” I pulled my backpack higher up my shoulders as we walked through the quad to the parking lot. “What about you?”
“Cognitive neuroscience,” he said. “Similar story as yours, I guess. My dad suffered a stroke when I was a freshman. I was on the business track, but I changed majors after seeing his recovery. It’s not the same, but I’d like to know more about it.”
I nodded and came to a stop when I spotted Michael’s car in the opposite direction that we were walking. “Well, I’m this way,” I said, nodding toward Michael.
“Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Cam said, turning around to head for his car. He stopped in the middle of the parking lot and turned back to me. “Oh, I almost forgot. Some of the psych grad students from other labs are having a party Friday night. You’re welcome to come.”
For a frat boy turned grad student, Cam wasn’tanythinglike Mason. And I was damn thankful because I wouldn’t have been able to deal with being around him eight hours a day, five days a week. I would have probably gone insane. Cam at least had some manners.
I glanced at Michael, who sat in his car, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and watching me. My core warmed, my cheeks warming at every single dirty thought I’d had all day today. God, I couldn’t wait to go home with him.
Turning back to Cam, I smiled. “Um, I’ll have to see what I’m doing. Maybe.”
Maybe not.
“Let me know what you think.” He slid into his car and shut the door, driving out of the parking lot and down the road.
CHAPTER4
MIA
Since my car had been at the mechanic since last week, I slid into Michael’s passenger seat and rested my hand on the middle console, finally able to let out a nice, long sigh. “How was work?” I asked.
“Good,” Michael said tensely, starting the car.
I arched a brow at him and waited patiently for him to continue because he definitely had more to say. After a few minutes of silence, he turned onto the main road.
“Who was that at your lab?” Michael asked, brow raised ever so slightly. “I saw you talking to him at your graduation too.”
My gaze fell upon the windshield, and I frowned. “That’s Cam. He’s an assistant in Dr. Xiao’s lab with me.”
A few more tense and awkward moments passed, and then Michael cleared his throat. “I don’t like the way he looks at you,” he said, hand tightening on the steering wheel.
I rested my hand over my baby bump and looked over at Michael. A stubble on his tight jaw, eyes focused but firm, muscles flexing under his shirt. He glanced my way, and all the possessiveness faded for a brief moment.
“What?”
“Do you not trust me?” I asked, reaching over the middle compartment and resting my hand on his thigh as we sat at a red light. “Because all I could think about all day was you taking me the moment you came to get me. Me straddling your waist”—I let my hand drift up his thigh and over the growing bulge in his suit pants—“grinding my wet pussy against your cock.”
Michael tightened his grip on the steering wheel to try to hold himself together. The light turned green, and he lightly stepped on the gas. “Mia,” Michael said, yet he didn’t push me away.
“What?” I asked, pulling out his cock and letting my thumb roll over the head of it. I didn’t know what it was, but ever since a couple weeks ago, my horniness had turned up about a million notches. “I’m horny. Pull over.”
Michael grew harder in my hand, and I started to stroke him, my hand tightening around his cock. Wetness pooled between my legs, and I ground my ass against the seat, clenching every time.
“Michael,” I purred into his ear. “Please, pull over for me.”
“We’re in the middle of traffic,” he said, licking his lips.
My lips curled into a smirk, and I leaned over the center console and dipped my head under his arm to suck his cock into my mouth. “Come on, Michael,” I said, twirling my tongue around his swollen head. “Do it for me.” I pushed him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. After pulling him out, I stared up at him through teary eyes. “I know you want to feel my pussy wrap around your cock, want my tits bouncing in your face as you fuck your fiancée senseless.”
Michael groaned and placed a hand on the back of my head, stroking my hair as I took him back inside my mouth again. “Fuck, Mia …” He looked in the rearview mirror, pulling into the right lane, then turned onto a darker side street, parking the car on the side of the road.
When we were parked, I undid my seat belt, knelt on my seat, and leaned over to suck him off some more. Michael slid a hand under my shirt from behind and undid my bra, pulling it off me but leaving my shirt on. I opened my mouth wide for him and pushed him into me, inch by inch, until his cock hit the back of my throat again. I gagged on him, my eyes watering, and let him drive himself into me until I took every inch.
I could feel the bulge of his cock in my throat, and my cheeks flushed. I pulled my head back, trying to breathe, but he laced his fingers into my hair and held me in place, bucking his hips up.
