Simon’s cheeks pinked.
“And the next time we’re all together with Mindy Sue, Julie, Jeremiah, and Marco, I’ll be sure to pay more attention to the group and not get lost in just the girls.” She wanted them to be more comfortable around her. “Maybe I can even be your wing-woman when we’re out and find you both a date.”
Simon and Adam’s eyes went wide with trepidation, then they both hurried their steps to the dessert table.
She grinned at their bashfulness.
This was what she needed, to focus on school and friends. Maybe soon she’d be ready to open her heart and start a relationship with someone new—instead of waiting for something that was never going to happen with Cody.
Chapter Six
She’s amazing!
He stood in her dark bedroom. He wasn’t nervous about being caught. He could make up some excuse about Brooke asking him to grab her a sweater. Being in here, amongst her things, energized him. The room felt like her. Warm. Inviting. It smelled like her. Roses and honey. Heady and sweet. He’d taken his time looking at all her stuff and realized a few new things about her. She liked soft comforts, like the chenille pillows and oatmeal-colored cashmere throw on her bed. She kept pictures of friends and family scattered everywhere around the room. Several of them—too many in his estimation—were of her with Cody.
They were obviously close and did a lot of things together. Horseback riding. Vacations. Eating out.
It irritated him. But there were just as many of her with Mindy Sue, too, so he didn’t hold it against Brooke.
He didn’t have such close connections to people. But he felt one to her.
He’d like to fill his room with pictures of her. And them together. Soon.
She’d promised they’d see each other more when they were back on campus.
He couldn’t wait.
They’d finally connected.
It wasn’t just him.
She sees me.
He watched her out the window, standing with everyone else waiting for the fireworks to begin.
She wanted him.
He knew it in his bones and down to his soul.
She was beautiful. Tempting. He wanted her to look up and see him, then rush in to be with him. She’d put her hands on him, her mouth. God, those fucking plump lips of hers were a distraction. He thought about them closing over his hard dick.
He stroked his hand over his shaft, wishing it was her hand on him. Falling into the image in his head, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled out his aching cock.
Look at her! So fucking gorgeous!
And mine!
She stood with Mindy Sue and the rest of them, chatting away. Smiling. Fucking shining with joy. She glowed.
He bet her skin was soft as a flower petal.
He pumped his aching cock again.
He wanted to know what it felt like to slide inside her wet, hot, welcoming cavern.
Stroke.
Would she beg? Oh, he’d make her beg.
