The gym I use isn’t a part of the Harvard campus, but it’s situated right beside my college, so I was able to sign Presley up for a membership. When our schedules permit it, we work out together. Toph and Mitch are members there too, and they ripped me a new one when they spotted us working out together the first time. Let’s just say my friends can’t believe my transformation from asshole bad boy to dedicated boyfriend, and they never waste an opportunity to remind me I’m pussy-whipped. Presley isn’t sure what to make of the guys, and it’s just as well I’m not that close to them.
I nip at her earlobe. “Guess we’ll just have to have more sex.”
She rolls her eyes, gently pushing me away. She plops down on the edge of the bed to pull her boots on. “If we have any more sex, we will never leave this bed.”
I throw myself down on the bed beside her, the motion jostling her as she shoves her feet into her boots. “I have zero issues with that.” I flash her a cheeky smile, reaching out to thread my fingers in her hair because I need to touch some part of her. Whenever she’s close, Ihaveto touch her. It’s like a compulsion I can’t ignore.
“You’re such a guy,” she says, standing and walking into the bathroom.
I follow her, cupping my crotch and smirking as I say, “Last time I checked.”
She snorts, shaking her head, trying to fight a smile. I lean against the door frame, watching as she stands in front of the mirror to apply makeup to her bare face. “You have to be on your best behavior around the twins.”
“They will most likely be asleep, and they’re not here now.” My eyes drink her in and my cock springs to life behind my zipper. “You look good enough to eat.” I drop to my knees behind her, biting the inside of her thigh through her jeans.
She shrieks, glancing over her shoulder at me, not sure if she should be amused or annoyed. “You have a one-track mind.”
I nuzzle my face in her ass, nipping playfully at her cheeks. “With you, always.”
“I thought we were going to be late?” She drills me with a smug look.
Exhaling heavily, I climb to my feet, hating that she’s right. Sliding my arm around her waist, I rest my chin on her shoulder, staring at her through the mirror. “Always raining on my parade.”
She giggles, and I adore how her entire face just lights up. She is so beautiful, breathtakingly so, but it’s her inner beauty that really shines through, making her stand out above the crowd.
Is it cheesy to say she just glows?
Because she fucking does.
I stare at her like a lovesick teenager. I still haven’t plucked up the courage to tell her I love her, but I hope she knows by the way I look at her and the things I do to show her in other ways.
She turns to face me, her eyes wide and full of love, opening and closing her mouth as if she was going to say something but thought better of it.
“What is it?” I ask, pressing my body in closer to hers.
“You rock my world, Kent Kennedy. I hope you know that.”
My heart races around my chest, like anytime she hints at her feelings for me. “The feeling is definitely mutual,” I reply, kissing her softly.
She sways in my arms, and a wave of contentment sweeps over me. I never thought I could feel like this. That I’d ever get to share anything even close to this with a woman. My life has done a complete one-eighty, and that should terrify the shit out of me, but the only scary part of it is the fear of losing her. Those kinds of thoughts cause me to break out in a sweat.
“We need to go,” she says, breaking our kiss and yanking me out of my head. She thrusts a makeup bag at my chest. “Put that in the overnight bag, please.” I nod, pecking her lips one final time before walking back into the bedroom and packing the small pink bag in my black duffel. Then I zip it up and carry it downstairs to wait for her.
***
“Thank you so much for this,” Kyler says, opening the door to us thirty minutes later.
“No problem, man.” I slap my brother on the back as Presley steps into his house, carrying the bag with toys and candy. “I owe you.”
Kyler closes the door after me, holding me back as Faye takes Presley by the arm and leads her into the main living area. “Hold up a sec,” my older brother says. “I thought you should know the paternity test has confirmed Professor Douchebag knocked Whitney up.”
There wasn’t any doubt in my mind after the way she reacted that day in his office. I haven’t asked anyone about her since, already done with it and her. Whitney no longer occupies any space in my head, and my head’s in a better place for it. “Is he going to support her?”
“He has no choice,” Kyler says, his expression grim. “Adam is making sure of it.”
Bile collects in my mouth at the mention of that asshole. He’s probably so relieved that the baby isn’t mine he’s welcomed the douche with open arms. “I’m guessing he didn’t throw punches inhisface,” I say, my bitter tone betraying my venom.
“No, but he did way worse. He registered a formal complaint to the NYU board and got him fired. Then he paid a visit to his wife. Keven found evidence he was having several affairs with different students. His wife has filed for divorce, and no college will go near him.”
