I’m glad Presley knew how to drive, because I’m the idiot who didn’t think to check. Clay taught her and Chris to drive, apparently, but she’s never had her own car. She was a little hesitant and a lot slow at first while driving Imogen home, but she gained confidence, getting into the swing of things after that, and we coasted all the way to Cambridge.
“I can get behind that plan.” A naughty glint glimmers in her eye as she pops the button on my jeans and her hand dives beneath my boxers. “Because I’ve been wet from the instant my crazy-ass boyfriend gave me a car.”
Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I lift her up my body, stalking to the bed and throwing her down. “Strip, and get on all fours,” I command, shoving my jeans and boxers down my legs and stroking my throbbing cock. I kick my clothes away, grab a condom from the nightstand, and roll it on as I watch Presley remove the last of her clothes.
She gets into position, looking over her shoulder, as I kneel behind her. I plunge two fingers into her pussy, finding her warm and waiting, like always. My palm comes down across her ass in a firm smack, and she moans. The sound of it has precum leaking from my crown, and I’m not into teasing either of us tonight. I slap her ass a couple more times, pleased when slick liquid drips from her cunt, confirming how much she loves this.
Sex with Presley is out of this world, and I can’t get enough.
Grabbing the base of my cock, I position myself at her entrance and thrust inside her.
Presley screams while I fuck her hard. As I pound inside her, feeling her tight walls hug my cock, I know I want to keep on doing this for as long as she’s willing to let me. Because nothing has ever felt this good—or this right.
I wake the next morning to the sound of my alarm, automatically rolling over in the bed to snuggle my woman, only to find the bed empty and the sheets cold. “What the fuck?” I sit up, rubbing sleep from my eyes and fighting a yawn. It’s a little after eight, but we only fell asleep sometime around three, so there is no reason Presley should be up already.
I take a piss and brush my teeth before pulling a pair of sweats on and wandering downstairs in search of my missing woman.
Delicious scents reach me when I step foot on the last stair, making my tummy rumble and my nostrils twitch with longing. Selena and Keanu returned to Wellesley last week, content now Presley and I are back on track, so I know the only one cooking can be my girl. Knowing she got up to cook for me, before I leave to take my exam, only makes me adore her more.
I pad through the living room, my heart beating to a new rhythm when I spot Presley at the stove, wearing my shirt—justmy shirt—and dancing to whatever song is playing in her ears.
I creep up behind her, sliding my arms around her waist, chuckling when she screams in fright. She yanks my AirPods from her ears, digging her elbow back into my stomach. “Oh my fucking God, Kent! You just gave me a heart attack!” she screeches, rubbing a hand along her chest, and I smirk.
“Now you know what it feels like to wake up and discover you’re not there.”
She prods her finger in my chest. “You’re not going to sweet-talk your way out of this one. Seriously, don’t creep up on me like that. It’s…creepy.”
I grab her shirt, reeling her into my arms. “Sorry for scaring you.” I rub my nose against hers, fighting a smile.
“No, you’re not.” She fake pouts.
Sliding my hand up under her shirt, I flatten my palm against her ass. “I could get used to this.”
She arches a brow in question.
“You wearing my clothes, in my kitchen,ourkitchen, sharing breakfast”—I back her up against the counter—“going about our day and then meeting back here for dinner before crawling into bed and fucking all night long.” I dot kisses all over her beautiful face, and my dick thickens behind my sweats.
“I know what you’re doing, and it won’t work. You can’t pressure me.” She gently pushes my shoulders. “I’ll spend some extra nights here now I have the car, but please don’t pressure me into moving in until I’m ready.”
I take a step back, adjusting myself in my sweatpants, sighing while I try to summon patience from somewhere. “I’ll try to be patient, but it’s not really my thing.”
“You don’t say,” she teases, leaning in to kiss me. “You’re something else, Kent Kennedy,” she murmurs against my lips.
“Too much to handle?” I ask, only half-teasing as nerves fire at me.
“Never.” She kisses me again, pouring reassurance down my throat. “Just ease off a little. Okay?”
Reluctantly, I nod.
“Good. Now breakfast isn’t quite ready, so go grab a shower and get fully dressed, and I’ll plate it up when you come back.”
Like a good little soldier, I do as she says. When I return, she has the table set with plates full of bacon, two different types of eggs, hash browns, mushrooms, potatoes, and toast. She pours coffee into two mugs, gesturing me to sit down.
“Wow. This looks amazing. You didn’t need to go to this much trouble. I could’ve grabbed something at the dining hall.”
“I know.” She cups my cheek. “But I wanted to cook you breakfast before your exam, and I made lunch for you and the guys.” I look over my shoulder, spotting four paper bags on the counter.
“You’re spoiling me.” I pull her in for a passionate kiss.
