“Do you know that I can’t remember the last time someone said they were proud of me? The last time someone called me on my shit for being a dick? And I’ve never had a woman fill so many of my waking thoughts.”
The hand under my skirt tightens on my thigh, making my core clench.
“Fuck, baby girl. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and at night…at night, I lay in my bed and think about having my hands on your body again, making you moan, making you beg, screaming my name as you come all over my cock. Savy, you’re like a drug I can’t get enough of and I’m so grateful you’re giving me another chance to prove how real I want to be with you.”
His mouth comes down on mine, softly and with a punch of feelings that squeeze my heart. He kisses me as if he cares about me, not like he just wants to have sex with me and my head swims with all the feelings I know I need to guard against. When he pulls back he rests his forehead against mine.
“I want to know more about you, baby. I hated that the others knew things about you that I didn’t. I’m so fucking jealous that I found you first but they saw what was right under my nose and stole you away. I want your hair spread out on my pillow as we waste a whole day just cuddling and hanging out. I want to know what your favorite color is, your favorite food. I want to know what flowers you like so I can bring them to you and see you smile just for me. I want to hold your hand as we walk across campus so all those fuckers can see how fucking lucky I am that you picked me. Savy…I want everything with you. Give me a chance to show you that. Give me a chance to be real with you, baby girl.”
My eyes drop closed, unable to stand the want in his eyes that mirrors my feelings. God, it would be so fucking easy to just fall for him right now. I can’t bring myself to list out all the reasons this is a bad idea when he’s being so sincere with me and as much as I know them myself, I want all he’s offering so badly and so deeply that I throw out my list and just breathe out, “Yes.”
His lips slide against mine again before he pulls away and strands up holding a hand out to me.
“Baby, I promise, you won’t regret this.”
When we step out of the restaurant, the cold air is like a slap in the face. It clears the romance of the moment we just had and helps me rebuild a bit of the wall I just let crash down. As he drives us home, I slump back into my seat and watch the snow-covered scenery go by.
There’s too much baggage for any of us to have a real relationship. We’re all holding back, maybe me most of all. With less than a year until they all go their separate ways, I need to lock my heart down and keep things light with them. I can do sex. I can do all the sex, I think, but feelings need to be guarded or I’ll end up worse off than before this all started, alone and broken.
Tate walks me up to my room when we get home but he spins me around before I can go in and pulls me against him. One of his hands cups the back of my head and the other the side of my face as his lips come down on mine. It’s a soft, slow kiss that makes my head spin just as much as the passionate ones we’ve shared because it’s a kiss full of those feelings I just swore I would lock away…again.
When he pulls back, his eyes are soft and full of things that squeeze my heart and it’s like a punch to the gut so I step back through my door into my room.
“Thanks for dinner. Night.” I rasp out and then swing the door closed and drop my forehead against it.
“That was fucking hot, doll.”
JUDE
Savy spins around with a jerk at my words. She’s all pretty and pink with her skin flushed from Tate’s kiss. There’s surprise and caution in her eyes as they bounce from me to Beck when she realizes he’s sitting in her office chair and with a blink, her face goes smooth and blank but not before I catch the way she eye-fucked my bare chest all the way down to my grey sweatpants, though. My doll likes to hide behind an indifferent mask but she doesn’t realize how much I like it when I can make it crack.
“What are you guys doing in my room?” She asks calmly while walking over and dropping her bag onto her desk.
“It smells nicer in here and I like all your pillows better than mine. Why don’t you come over here and give me a proper hello?”
Those cool blue eyes of hers slide to Beck and I see her swallow before she turns and comes to sit beside me on her bed. I catch her before she can and position her on my lap instead, nuzzling into her neck with a few hot kisses.
“Did you have a good time with Tate? He said he was taking you out for dinner.”
She tilts her head so she can see me. “You don’t mind? You’re not upset?”
I nip at her earlobe. “You know I’m not. I already told you that more is better, didn’t I?”
She sighs and lets herself relax against me so I reward her with a hand sliding up her thigh, over her silky tights to play with the hem of her skirt and she turns her focus to Beck.
“How are you? You’ve seemed…off…since I saw you the other night in your suit. Where were you going that night, all dressed up?”
Beck leans back in her office chair, crosses his arms over his chest, and spreads his legs. It’s his defensive pose and I wonder if he’ll tell her, open up to her. While he decides, I rearrange my doll in my lap so her back is to my chest and her legs are over my knees, spreading them. I have plans to play with her tonight and I want her warmed up. I tug her sweater up and force her to lift her arms so I can slide it over her head leaving her in just a thin white blouse. I love how she lets me move her around like she really is a doll.
“Go on, Beck, tell our girl what’s got you so wound up. It might make you feel better.”
He shakes his head with a bitter laugh but his eyes are on my fingers creeping up Savy’s thighs again.
“You don’t have to tell me, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to pry,” she tells him in her sweet voice.
I go a little higher on her leg and start tracing circles on her inner thigh under her skirt. She shifts against me and I know she can feel my hard dick against her ass but she keeps her eyes on Beck and he finally breaks.
“I met my father for dinner. He was in town for meetings and wanted to talk to me about my future now that, according to him, my childish obsession with football is over. He has it all mapped out for me now. After graduation I’ll go to work for his company and be a busy little worker bee. I’ll join his country club, find myself an appropriate wife, and drink my misery away until I retire and then die. In short, I’m fucked.”
