His words light a fire inside me, and I pump my fingers harder and faster. I need to come.Now.
“Callum…I’m close.”
“Good. Me too.” He kisses my favorite spot. “So come on. Make a mess.”
It’s all the permission I need. In an instant, I’m spasming around my own fingers as I work them in and out, my orgasm racing through me so hard my legs begin to shake. Callum lets out a loud groan, and it’s all the warning I have before I feel the wetness seep through his jeans. There’s an obvious wet spot on them when I look down, and it’s all I need to see to know he’s just as satisfied as I am right now.
We untangle ourselves, Callum putting my bra back in its place, but I don’t move off his lap. Not yet.
He cups my face, holding my hair off my sweaty neck. “How was that for a study break?”
A laugh bursts out of me. “Not too bad. Want to take another?”
He grins, then kisses the tip of my nose. “Go study for your biology test, Clover.”
In all the fun, I almost forgot about the exam I’m supposed to be cramming for, the one for the class I don’t even want to be in.
His finger finds the wrinkles between my brows, and he tries to smooth them. “You know you don’t have to follow in your parents’ footsteps, don’t you?”
“You try telling them that.”
“Okay, I will. They already hate me, so it’s not like I have anything to worry about.”
While they haven’t met in person yet, only via video chat, it’s safe to say my parents aren’t too fond of my boyfriend.
“They don’t hate you. They just don’t understand you. You’re a hockey player, and that’s not their thing. They’re…”
“Super smart and I’m just a big dumb jock?”
I scowl at him. “No. You’re just from two different worlds, that’s all.”
“Well, it’s okay if you’re from two different worlds, too. If you don’t want to study biology, don’t. Be a writer. That’s what you really want. Chase it.”
I’ve thought about it more times than I can count, but that’s the exact reason I can’t do it. What if I try, graduate, and am not good enough to get a job in the real world? Or what if I don’t even make it through my first year as an English major? Or what if it ends up taking me away from Callum? We already have so much stacked against us with his hockey career taking off like it is. I don’t want to get a job across the country and lose him entirely.
“Biology is what I want,” I assure him.
He frowns but doesn’t argue. Instead, he pats my butt and says, “All right. Then I guess you have a test to study for. And I have a mess to clean up.”
Reluctantly, I climb off his lap, laughing as he grimaces at the wetness and awkwardly walks to the bathroom across the hall. I lie back on his bed with a smile, trying hard not to let all my doubts ruin the high from my orgasm, but it’s a pointless effort.
They’re there, and they’re there to stay.
I hug my jacket around me for at least the fifth time tonight, then pull my dress down, but it doesn’t budge. I silently curse Tally for making me wear the damn thing, but that’s what I get for asking my best friend for help picking an outfit for my date tonight.
“Stop showing me jeans. You’re not wearing them,” she said as I held up the eighth option of our video chat.
“Uh, yes, I am. I’m going to a hockey game.”
“You’re not getting banged for the first time in jeans, Chlo. Wear the skirt. Or better yet, the dress.”
“Oh my god, we are not having sex tonight!” I insisted.
“Yes, you are. I’m telling you, I have a feeling.”
I huffed. “You’re ridiculous.”
“So? Now go shave your legs.”
