There’s an exquisite slice of pain as he bites down on the sensitive skin between my shoulder and my neck. I’m making him a little crazy, and I love it.
“I can fucking feel you tighten around me. It feels incredible.”
I bask in his praise as I rub my clit, vaguely aware that I absolutely shouldn’t be doing this right here or right now. But that just adds to the appeal and spurs me on.
Blue pumps his hips over and over until I’m teetering on the edge. I’m dying to fall off the edge of the cliff, and when his hand joins mine, I finally do. Together, we fall apart, a mess of tangled limbs and breaths.
“So damn beautiful,” the words are murmured against the soft skin of my neck, and I let my eyes flutter closed as I let myself believe I’m every bit as beautiful as Blue believes I am.
This man is doing things to my heart and my body that no one has ever done before.
I just hope he doesn’t wreck me.
27
Blue
Liza: My lab ended early, so I’m studying in the library. Feel free to join me
Blue: If I join you, we won’t be studying. At least, not our schoolwork.
Liza: Maybe you won’t be, but I have more self control than that.
Blue: Do you?
Liza: Come to the library and find out.
I’m so damn tempted to pull my ass off this couch and meet Liza at the library. But I’m also fucking exhausted. We got back from our road trip at three this morning because storms on the East Coast wreaked havoc with our flight schedule. I barely slept once we finally made it home and I’m about five minutes away from crashing. I really could use the extra time hitting the books, but what I said to Liza was true. If I go to thelibrary, I won’t be studying. I haven’t seen her in three days, and yes, I know exactly how pathetic that sounds, but I don’t care. Spending so much time with Liza in the past month or so has created a need within me that I was barely aware of. I’ve carved out a place fir her in my heart and mind and the more I get, the more I want.
But what I need right now is sleep. So, reluctantly, I scoop up my phone and tap out a message.
Blue: Any chance you’ll want to not study at the library tomorrow? I’m beat, and if I don’t try to catch up on sleep, my ass will be toast at practice tomorrow.
Liza: I will happily study (or not study) with you at any time. Get some rest and maybe we can hang out later tonight?
After pressing a heart sticker onto Liza’s text, I lie back and close my eyes. I’m just about to drift off when Hazel bumps my hand with her head. She’s spurring me into action, one furry head butt at a time, but I can’t deny her affection. Not only is she the bestest kitty in the whole wide world, she’s about to make me a proud cat grandpa. That means she can have all the snuggles her little feline heart desires.
Our cuddle sesh lasts a good ten minutes, which might just be a world record. After she settles into the farthest corner of the bed, I close my eyes again and try like hell to get back to that glorious just-about-to-fall-asleep, but it’s no use. The ship to dreamland has sailed and my sorry ass is sitting on the shore.
My phone buzzes with a text and I smile. Liza can’t resist me. She’s got to be sitting in the library all by her lonesome rightnow, and in dire need of a study partner. Palming my phone, I pull up the new message. But it isn’t from Liza.
Dad: Jim Selkirk and I are meeting for dinner and drinks tonight. You should join us. The place he picked is close to your campus, and I think he’s bringing Kent along.
I groan out loud because the only thing worse than dinner with my dad is dinner with my dad and various members of the Selkirk family. Kent’s a douchebag, and his father is made from the same mold as my own.
Dad: See you in an hour? It’ll be good for you to start networking. Jim and his wife are having an anniversary party on Sunday, so if tonight doesn’t work for you, we could meet up then. There are several people on their guest list I’d like to re-introduce you to.
Dammit. As much as I want to skip this dinner, it’s preferable to a whole-ass party. Plus, if I go tonight, I’ll be off the hook for a few more weeks, which translates to quality time with Liza and my teammates. And there’s no way I’d consider bringing Liza along to one of our father-and-son lunches. Hell no. She’d leave my ass in a hurry after spending an hour with my dad. He’s obnoxious and entitled and she’d hate him on sight.
It’s definitely best if those two don’t meet, and that’s another reason I’m dragging myself out of bed and into the shower right now. Because he’s paying my tuition, my room and board, andmy credit card bills, I don’t have the luxury of skipping out when he requests my presence. But I can keep Liza far away from him, especially if I pay my dues by showing up to dinner tonight. It’s a win-win.
I don’t even bother to ask about the dress code because my ad isn’t the type to dine at a casual restaurant. I wear one of my gameday suits without the tie, and I swap the collared shirt for a crewneck. Such a rebel. There’s no doubt Liza would be laughing her ass off if she could see me right now, but she’s still at the library, studiously finishing her work.
My dad sent me the location and it’s not until I pull into the parking lot that I realize I’m at The Gatehouse. I’ve never actually eaten here before, but I’ve snagged some of the food that Liza’s brought home after a shift, so at least I know I’ll be eating well tonight. For half a second, I consider sending her a selfie of me posing at the entrance to the restaurant and asking if she wants me to bring something back for her, but she’s busy studying, so I decide not to bug her.
There are a few people milling around the lobby, but I spot my dad’s balding head in the dining room and move in that direction. That's where I get the surprise of my life.
Kent Selkirk isn’t joining us tonight.
