“I have no objection to that,” I say, reaching into my bag for the key card.
Vander cages me in from behind as we stand in front of the door, leaning down to press a kiss to the underside of my jaw. “Thank you for being here, Kendall. It means everything to me.”
I turn around and kiss the corner of his lips. “I want to support you. You’re my everything, and I don’t always get to demonstrate that the way I’d like.”
Vander’s eyes blaze with heated emotion as he swipes the key from my fingers, opens the door, and shoves me inside our room. Two minutes later, he’s driving his cock into me as I stand facing the wall with my legs spread and my dress bunched up around my waist.
“Damn, babe.” Vander hugs me tight, with his chest to my back, as we come down from our mutual high. “Sex with you gets better and better every time.”
Angling my head, I lean back and kiss him. “It’s because we’re in love and you’re taking the time to understand my body and teaching me how to understand yours.”
“I love being your teacher,” he says, moving us around so we’re facing into our room. “Holy fuck, Kendall. What did you do?” His eyes are out on stalks as he takes in the lavish suite with separate bedroom and an outdoor balcony.
“I got offered an upgrade when checking in I couldn’t turn down.”
“I want to pay half,” he immediately offers, like always. Vander is very generous and a stickler for paying his own way. I love that in a man even if I wish he was a bit more selfish. He needs every penny for college.
“Nope.” I take his hand as I pull him over to the large floor-to-ceiling windows facing onto the gorgeous balcony. “I got a bonus at work, and it’s my treat.” I don’t feel bad for my little white lie. Ididget a bonus, but that’s not how I’m paying for our upgrade. Vander got the invoice for the security systems made out to me, so I was able to take more money out of our savings account than I actually needed. I’m not sure Vander would appreciate that truth, but I get an enormous kick out of knowing my ex is partly paying for my weekend away with my new lover.
Take that and stuff it up your cheating ass, Curtis!
“I wish I was married to you already,” he blurts. “Shit.” He chuckles, spinning me around in his arms and fixing my dress down over my hips. “I didn’t mean to get intense. I’m just excited to spend three days and nights with you.” He brushes his nose against mine. “This is what it will be like for the rest of our forever.”
Be still my heart.How is he so romantic?He slays me each and every time. “I can’t wait.” Although I’ll have to because Vander is going to be at college for the next four years, and I don’t know what will happen after that. Whether he will want to return to Colorado Springs or settle someplace else. I can’t leave until Ridge has graduated, so it limits our options. My thoughts take the shine off my current euphoria, so I force them aside. There will be plenty of time to focus on the future in the coming weeks and months. Right now, I want to remain firmly grounded in the present because I don’t want anything to ruin this weekend.
40
KENDALL
“Idon’t want to go home tomorrow,” I whine as we enter our suite after a gorgeous dinner in a Middle Eastern restaurant a short Uber ride from our hotel.
“Me either,” he says, circling his arms around me from behind and pulling me back into his chest. “I legit feel like I could cry.”
“This has been an amazing trip.” A fruitful one too because the financial aid advisor confirmed—off the record—that Vander would get full financial support. I’m so excited, and I thought about telling him, but I don’t want to get his hopes up until he receives the confirmation in the mail. I’m also not sure he’d approve of how I laid it all on the line, explaining in no uncertain terms the nature of his dysfunctional upbringing and the abusive hold his father has over him. She was shocked and sympathetic, offering reassurances his application would be reviewed on the basis of his own financial situation and not based on his father’s considerable wealth. I turn around and hug him tight. “I have loved spending all this time with you.”
As well as an official tour of Yale, we explored the town of Bridgeport on foot and bicycles, made out at the movies, held hands walking along the shoreline at the Seaside Park Beach, swooned at the Housatonic Museum of Art, and fawned over one another every night at dinner like giddy newlyweds. When we weren’t overdosing on PDAs, we were tangled in the sheets and if it’s even possible, I’m more in love with him now.
Vander holds me close while tilting my head back so he can look at me. He peers deep into my eyes when he presses his lips to my wrist, igniting a flurry of delicious tremors across my skin. “I have loved going to sleep beside you every night and waking up with you in my arms.”
“I love our morning sex.” I rub my thumb across his lower lip. Waking up to Vander’s hands and mouth all over my skin is another first, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world to open my legs and welcome him into my body. My core tightens as I recall the many different ways he has taken me this weekend, and I know it will take a long time before any experience tops this one.
“I love morning, all-day, and all-night sex.” Snatching handfuls of my ass, he rocks his crotch against my stomach. “And speaking of.” He pins me with a suggestive look as he picks me up and cradles me against his chest.
My legs and arms automatically curl around his body. “I love you.” I dot kisses all over his gorgeous face as he walks us toward the bedroom.
“I love you too, and it’ll never get old hearing you tell me that.” He lays me down flat on the bed with tender loving care. “Stay still,” he commands when I move to unzip my dress. “I want to undress you.”
I prop myself against the pillows as I watch him remove my clothing, one painstaking piece at a time. His eyes leisurely stroll over my naked body as he strips his own clothes away, his gaze burning intensely as he roams every inch of my bare skin. “Spread your legs and touch yourself,” he instructs as he pops the button on his jeans. “I want to see how wet you are for me.”
Without any hesitation or shame, I spread my thighs and run my fingers up and down my slit before pushing two inside my slippery channel. I’m soaked, but he always has this effect on me. I only have to look at him, and I’m instantly dripping with need.
“Show me.” He kicks his jeans and boxers away.
Extracting my fingers, I hold them out for his inspection as he crawls up the bed and over my body. Taking my wrist, he drags my fingers under his nose, inhaling deeply as liquid warmth gushes between my legs.
Holy hell.
He is so dirty, and I cannot get enough.
